After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

Lin Wan's disheveled appearance and resentful eyes were nothing more than a trivial interlude at the wedding banquet.

The atmosphere in the hall was not affected in the slightest. On the contrary, because of this farce, the guests present had more awe and curiosity towards the bride, Ye Zhen.

This is a woman who can win over even the Song family's daughter, who would willingly "tear apart" the scheming woman on her behalf.

This is also a woman who can make the Gu family's "living Yama" willingly suppress all his claws, just to protect her.

What kind of magic does she possess?

Soon, they had their answer.

As the banquet progressed past its halfway point, the atmosphere grew increasingly lively.

Gu Zheng, holding Ye Zhen's hand, began toasting each table. When they reached Dean Zhou Hai's table, the atmosphere reached a small climax. At the same table, besides Dean Zhou, were several military veterans with gold stars on their shoulders, all figures whose every move could make the Beijing Military Region tremble.

"Come, come, let me give you a proper introduction!" Dean Zhou Hai, his face flushed from drinking, stood up, pointed at Ye Zhen, and his pride almost overflowed. "This is Comrade Ye Zhen, a future pillar of our military hospital, a gem in the medical field!"

These words elicited varying reactions from the people at the table. Some looked on curiously, while others nodded with smiles. Only an elderly man sitting in the main seat merely gave a faint hum.

This is General Chen, formerly the commander of a certain branch of the armed forces. He was famous for his temper as well as his military achievements. He was known for his fiery and upright personality and disliked such exaggerated praise.

Gu Zheng led Ye Zhen forward, raised his glass, and said, "Dean Zhou, esteemed leaders, Ye Zhen and I would like to toast you all."

Everyone raised their glasses.

General Manager Chen didn't move. He slowly put down his wine glass, the bottom of which clinked softly against the table. He raised his weathered yet still sharp eagle eyes and looked directly at Ye Zhen.

"Dr. Ye, is that right?" he said, his voice booming with a seasoned and imposing presence. "It's good to be young and promising, but your Dean Zhou's 'treasure' is making too many promises."

He pointed to his right shoulder, his tone carrying undisguised scrutiny and skepticism: "This arm of mine has been aching for three years. On cloudy or rainy days, it feels like needles are pricking it inside. I can't even lift it above my head. The best experts in Beijing have examined it, and their conclusion is just overuse and degeneration; it can only be rested. They can't do anything about it, so what can you, a twenty-year-old girl, possibly do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire table fell silent.

All eyes were on Ye Zhen, some with sympathy, some with anticipation, and some with worry.

General Manager Chen is notoriously bad-tempered; he's likely going to embarrass the bride today.

Gu Zheng raised an eyebrow slightly, about to speak, but Ye Zhen gently pressed his hand down.

Ye Zhen calmly met General Chen's scrutinizing gaze. Instead of rushing to conclusions, she stepped forward and calmly asked:

"General Chen, besides not being able to lift your head high, does it wake you up in pain when you turn over at night and press on your right shoulder?"

General Chen was taken aback, then subconsciously replied, "Yes."

"When you raise your arm, do you feel like something is blocking it, or is it simply a lack of muscle strength?"

"It's stuck! It's like there's a nail hammered in there!"

Two questions that directly address the pain points.

Ye Zhen nodded knowingly, her cool voice not loud, but unusually firm: "General Manager Chen, this is not ordinary wear and tear."

"You have a classic rotator cuff tear combined with subacromial impingement syndrome. Because the range of motion of the shoulder joint is reduced, the humeral head impinges on the acromion every time you raise your arm, which is why you experience severe pain."

A series of precise modern medical diagnostic terms left the military doctors and Dean Zhou, who had some medical knowledge, completely stunned.

They only knew that General Chen's arm hurt, but no one could explain why. This young woman, after asking just two questions, actually gave such a specific and professional diagnosis?

"Anyone can talk the talk but not walk the walk," General Chen said, though his thoughts had been exposed. He remained defiant, "You talk a good game, but why don't you show me how to handle this?"

He's deliberately making things difficult for me.

To everyone's surprise, Ye Zhen didn't utter a single unnecessary word.

She put down her wine glass and, amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, walked straight to General Manager Chen's side.

"I'm sorry."

Before she finished speaking, she extended one index finger. That finger was fair, slender, with distinct knuckles, and looked delicate and weak.

The next second, the finger pressed down with speed, precision, and ruthlessness on an extremely tricky indentation below General Chen's collarbone!

"hiss!"

General Chen felt a tingling, numb electric current surge through his entire shoulder blade. Just as he was about to react, Ye Zhen's fingers gently twisted and pressed that spot with an extremely subtle frequency and penetrating force.

Just three seconds.

A strange flow of heat, like the first spring water after the ice and snow melted, suddenly gushed out from that pressure point and instantly flowed throughout the entire stiff and cold shoulder joint.

The deep, stabbing pain that had lingered for three years miraculously... lessened!

General Chen froze.

He stared at Ye Zhen in disbelief, his mouth slightly open, as if something was blocking his throat.

He tentatively and cautiously raised his right arm. In the past, raising it to shoulder level was his limit; any higher would cause excruciating pain.

But now...

He lifted it up with surprising ease!

Although there is still some soreness, the excruciating pain from the impact has disappeared by 90%!

He raised his arm even higher, and it actually went up a few centimeters!

These few centimeters were a distance that left all the experts in Beijing helpless! It was an insurmountable barrier that had plagued him for three whole years!

He froze on the spot, his face filled with horror. His left hand, which was holding the wine glass, trembled violently from excessive excitement, and the wine spilled out, but he didn't even feel it.

The noise in the banquet hall seemed to be silenced at that moment.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene, at the slender girl who had withdrawn her hand with a blank expression, and at the military veteran who was completely dumbfounded.

What... what kind of miraculous medical skills are these?

"Bang!"

General Chen stood up abruptly, the movement so sudden that the chair behind him overturned. His voice trembled violently with excitement, and even his form of address changed:

"Girl! No... Doctor Ye! Is there any way to cure my arm?!"

Ye Zhen remained calm and said indifferently, "Just now I used a special technique to instantly relax your infraspinatus and several other muscles, temporarily expanding the space under the acromion and relieving the impact. This is only a temporary solution."

She paused for a moment, then uttered the most crucial sentence.

"To cure the root cause, eliminate the pain, and restore full function, a minimally invasive surgery is needed to suture the torn rotator cuff and then grind away the bone spurs."

Minimally invasive surgery? Rotator cuff repair? Bone spur removal?

Dean Zhou and several military doctors listened with shining eyes, feeling as if a new world had been opened to them.

General Chen couldn't wait any longer. Like a drowning man grasping at a straw, he exclaimed, "Do it! Do it now!"

Ye Zhen finally showed a hint of helplessness: "Mr. Chen, today is my wedding."

General Chen then realized what he had done, his face flushed red, and he looked embarrassed and anxious: "Yes, yes, yes! Look at how senile I am! Well... well, another day! I'll come find you another day."

Ye Zhen turned around and, amidst countless shocked and admiring gazes, walked back to Gu Zheng's side.

She looked up at her new husband, whose eyes, which were always clear and calm, now seemed to be filled with stars, and a sly yet bright smile appeared on them.

She spoke softly, in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"How was it? Did I embarrass you?"

In that instant, Gu Zheng's heart was completely filled by that smile that belonged only to him.

He reached out and held her hand tightly, then leaned down to whisper in her ear, responding in the same deep and tender voice:

"Not only did I not embarrass myself, my wife went on a killing spree today."