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

The meeting room was eerily quiet.

Grandpa Gu's words about "borrowing equipment" were like a gentle knife, cutting off Dean Li's escape route.

Dean Li didn't even bother wiping the sweat from his forehead; his eyes darted back and forth between Old Master Gu and the report on that exorbitantly priced equipment. If he lent it, and something went wrong, he'd be a traitor to the country; if he didn't lend it, where would he put the faces of these two old leaders?

With a determined look, like a warrior cutting off his own arm, he turned around and took out a dark blue folder from the safe in the metal cabinet behind him.

"Old Gu, Commander Chen, it's not that I, Old Li, am stingy." Dean Li said with a bitter face, slamming the folder down on the conference table with a "bang." "The instruction manual for this arthroscopy is entirely in German and foreign languages. We asked a professor from the Foreign Languages ​​Institute to look at it for half a month, and they could only barely understand it."

He looked up at Ye Zhen, this was his last stand: "Comrade Ye, theory is theory, but this machine has many steps just to start up. If you can't even understand this 'heavenly book,' how dare I hand over this precious $200,000 to you?"

This is called retreating to advance, and it's also a calculated strategy.

In the early 1980s, anyone who could read an English newspaper was a treasure, let alone someone who could read German.

Upon hearing this, Klaus's livid expression finally softened. He leaned back in his chair, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and even tapped his fingers provocatively on the table.

All eyes immediately turned to Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen didn't even lift her eyelids before reaching out and grabbing the thick instruction manual.

wow-

She turned to the first page.

Everyone in the room instinctively held their breath.

The next second, a clear, fluent, and perfectly enunciated English voice, as if it were coming from the Central People's Broadcasting Station, rang out in the conference room.

"Artroscopic setup and fluid management system precautions…"

There wasn't a single stutter, not a trace of a stiff Chinese accent. His tone was as steady as if he were reading a well-known report, yet it carried the unquestionable calmness unique to a surgeon.

"Clatter".

The translator, who was taking notes, dropped his Hero brand fountain pen onto the table, his mouth agape. He was a foreign language graduate, yet Ye Zhen's English was more fluent than even the best professor in their department!

Dean Li was dumbfounded.

The eyes of several department heads nearly popped out of their sockets.

Ye Zhen read for about two minutes, then suddenly stopped.

She frowned slightly, her slender fingers pointing to a line of small print on page twelve of the instruction manual, where a line of Chinese characters was marked in pencil.

"Who translated this sentence?" She looked up, her tone serious.

Dean Li asked instinctively, "Professor Qian from the School of Foreign Languages, what's wrong?"

"Wrong." Ye Zhen picked up the red pen on the table and unceremoniously marked a big X on the pencil writing. "'Irrigation' means 'irrigation' in agriculture, but in surgery, it refers to 'irrigation and flushing'!"

She looked at Dean Li: "The translation says 'natural control of the lavage fluid flow rate,' which is fatal! The key point here is 'the pump pressure must be strictly monitored'! If people believe in this 'natural flow rate,' and the joint cavity pressure gets out of control, fluid will seep into the soft tissue, and the patient could develop acute pulmonary edema at any time!"

Cold sweat poured down Dean Li's back in an instant.

This isn't treating a doctor, this is killing me!

Ye Zhen didn't stop. She picked up her pen and wrote down a series of concise fluid mechanics formulas in the blank space of the instruction manual.

"Arthroscopic surgery is all about pressure balance." She avoids mentioning complex formulas and explains in the simplest terms, "The perfusion pressure needs to be higher than the venous pressure for better hemostasis, but lower than the patient's own blood pressure to prevent backflow. This balance point must be precisely adjusted by the machine; it can't be allowed to flow haphazardly like watering a flower!"

Sitting to the side, Orthopedic Department Director Wang, his face flushed and neck bulging, suddenly slapped his thigh: "Oh my! That's it! Last time we tested the machine, we felt the water pressure was off, and now we know the problem is here!"

The way he looked at Ye Zhen had changed from scrutinizing a junior to the fervent admiration one might have for an expert.

Klaus's smile froze completely; he hadn't expected this girl to be so familiar with even such operational details. Trying to save face, he mumbled something to the translator in German, essentially saying that there was a slight error in the language translation, but it wasn't a big problem.

The translator was about to speak.

"Not a problem?"

A cold, fluent German sentence shot out from Ye Zhen's mouth like a bullet, accurately hitting Klaus's face!

The conference room fell into a deathly silence.

Even Gu Zheng raised an eyebrow in surprise, the astonishment in his eyes quickly turning into an unyielding smile.

Ye Zhen stared at Klaus and continued in German, "Medizin kennt keine Fehler, nur Leben und Tod. (Medicine has no errors, only life and death.)"

"You call this a minor deviation? But on the operating table, a deviation of even one millimeter can mean the difference between life and death."

Klaus was completely stunned. His mouth hung open, as if someone had grabbed his throat, unable to utter a single sound. He was used to being treated like a god in this land, looking down on everything with his professional expertise.

But today, this Chinese girl, in his mother tongue, slapped him hard across the face.

"There's more." Ye Zhen looked away, flipped to the second half of the instruction manual, and pointed to another translation.

It was clearly written there: "Forcefully insert the puncture needle into the joint cavity."

Ye Zhen stared blankly at the word "screw in," her tone chilling: "'Screw in' means 'rotation in.' This is delicate work, requiring skillful wrist movement. To translate it as 'forcefully shove'? We're performing surgery on people, not bleeding pigs."

"If you do it this way, you might as well leave the patient's shoulder untreated and turn it into a hornet's nest."

"Hahahaha!" General Chen could no longer contain himself, his booming laughter shaking the ceiling. "Good! Well said! Treating us like slaughtering pigs, this translator deserves to be scolded!"

The tense atmosphere in the room was instantly shattered by the laughter.

The experts and professors couldn't hold back their laughter either, laughing so hard they were doubled over. But their laughter was filled with heartfelt admiration for Ye Zhen.

"I'm convinced! I, Old Wang, am completely convinced!" Director Wang stood up abruptly, gave Ye Zhen a thumbs-up, and said, "Dr. Ye, I'm requesting to be your assistant for this surgery! I'll fight anyone who tries to take it from me!"

Dean Li felt a mix of emotions as he watched this dramatic turn of events unfold, but mostly he felt a sense of relief after being completely stunned.

He knew he had lost, and the main hospital had lost.

But losing to such a genius is not shameful!

Gu Zheng said to General Manager Chen beside him in a tone that was both complaining and boastful, "There's nothing I can do. My wife loves to study these foreign books at home. Sometimes she even complains that they're not written clearly and insists on correcting them herself. Last night she was talking nonsense in her sleep, spouting gibberish that I can't understand, and I couldn't stop her."

General Chen laughed and scolded, "You little rascal, you're acting innocent after getting the benefit!"

Gu Zheng shrugged, his "believe it or not" attitude making him look smug, but his eyes were glued to Ye Zhen.

Dean Li let out a long sigh.

"Borrow it!" He waved his hand, his voice booming. "Not only will I lend you the equipment, but I'll also send a special car to deliver it to you! Director Wang, take all the key personnel from your department to the Beicheng Military Region General Hospital for observation and learning! This kind of on-site teaching is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"Yes, sir!" Director Wang stood at attention and saluted excitedly, his eyes burning with enthusiasm.

Klaus, who had been left out in the main seat, had a face so gloomy it could drip water.

He looked at Ye Zhen, who was surrounded by the crowd, and at the way the Chinese doctors fawned over her, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

Theory and language are one and the same thing.

The operating table is another matter entirely.

He simply couldn't believe that a young girl who had never even touched a machine before could actually operate such a sophisticated instrument!

"Fine, very well." Klaus suddenly stood up, straightened his collar, and sneered, "Since you insist, I'd like to see how you're going to use this machine to create a miracle."

After saying that, he picked up his briefcase, turned around, and slammed the door shut as he left.

Ye Zhen watched his retreating figure, her eyes calm and still.

A miracle?

Surgeons don't believe in miracles; they only believe in the scalpel in their hands and the path in their minds.

"Let's go." Gu Zheng walked to her side and whispered in her ear with a smile, "Mrs. Gu, we've won the first battle. What would you like to eat tonight? I'll celebrate with you and reward our family's most outstanding 'translator'."

Ye Zhen turned to look at him, and a faint smile finally appeared on her tense lips.

"Hot pot lamb".

"Understood."