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

Outside the orthopedic operating room at the Beicheng Military Region General Hospital.

The corridor, usually bustling with doctors and nurses, was packed like a pre-New Year's rush for special-supply cigarettes and alcohol. If it weren't for two heavily armed guards holding them back, the windows would probably be overflowing with heads.

This battle caused a huge stir.

Not only did they borrow two hundred thousand US dollars, but the surgeon was also a young girl, which was unprecedented in the history of the hospital.

Inside the operating room, the air was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.

A complex instrument, about half a person's height and gleaming with a cold metallic light, was wheeled in; this was the legendary "arthroscopy system."

Head nurse Liu Hongmei was a veteran, but looking at the pile of foreign-branded interfaces and cables, her palms were covered in slippery sweat. Just as she was about to reach for the thick instruction manual, a slender hand with distinct knuckles reached out to her first.

"No need to read the book, just give me the light source."

Ye Zhen's voice was soft and flat, yet it possessed a steadfastness like a pillar of strength.

She didn't look at the interface, or even lower her head. She took the cable with her left hand and touched and tucked the back of the computer case with her right hand.

"Click".

A crisp metallic snapping sound.

Next came the camera cable, the infusion tube, the foot pedal connection cable...

Ye Zhen moved with the ease and speed of someone fiddling with pots and pans on their own stove, her movements fluid and dazzling. Liu Hongmei, who was handing over the wire, couldn't keep up with her pace and was somewhat stunned.

In the corner, Klaus, who had been standing with his arms crossed, ready to find fault, narrowed his blue eyes slightly.

That level of skill is like that of a veteran technician who has worked on an assembly line in a German precision instrument factory for ten years!

"Blind operation?" Klaus muttered in German, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Show off."

At the handwashing pool.

Unlike most doctors of that era who would scrub their skin until it was bright red with a stiff brush, Ye Zhen strictly followed a specific set of steps: inside, outside, between the fingers, back, thumb, wrist, and wrist. This is what later became known as the seven-step handwashing method.

Klaus was taken aback, and his expression turned serious.

Is this... a new way of washing hands?

"Ready." Ye Zhen walked into the operating room, her hands raised in front of her chest. The gentleness in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by the cold sternness of a queen on the operating table.

The operating light suddenly turned on.

General Chen was already lying face down on the operating table, his shoulder exposed, surrounded by dark green sterile sheets.

"knife."

Ye Zhen did not hesitate at all.

The sharp scalpel seemed to come alive at her fingertips; with just a gentle stroke, she made a small incision of less than one centimeter on the outer side of her shoulder joint.

There was no gushing blood, and even the bleeding was minimal; the incision was as smooth as if it had been measured with a ruler.

"Wrong approach!" Klaus finally couldn't hold back any longer, pointing at the screen through the observation glass and yelling, "Going in from this position is a blind spot! She'll injure her supinator muscles! This is reckless!"

In the observation room, Dean Li and Director Wang's hearts jumped into their throats, and they didn't dare to breathe.

However, the monitor screen lit up the next second.

hiss!

Everyone gasped in shock.

The image on the screen was crystal clear, showing that not only was no muscle damaged, but the lesion was precisely positioned within the "golden triangle" of the joint space. The lesion that had been giving Klaus so much trouble was now displayed before everyone's eyes in the clearest way, like a high-definition movie.

"This...how is this possible?" Klaus pressed himself against the glass, his eyes almost bulging out, his breath sending a cloud of white mist through the glass.

This is an extremely tricky, yet perfectly unconventional approach!

Outside the operating room.

General Chen's bodyguards paced anxiously in the corridor, the sound of their shoes scraping the floor irritating them.

"Captain Gu, aren't you worried?" The guard couldn't help but ask, looking at Gu Zheng sitting on the bench with his eyes closed, "That's a surgery even the foreigners aren't confident about! It's General Chen's arm!"

Gu Zheng slowly opened his eyes, his dark pupils calm and still.

He pulled a White Rabbit candy from his military trouser pocket, slowly unwrapped it, popped it into his mouth, chewed it, and said casually, "What are you worried about? Worried that the foreigner's jaw will drop to the ground and he won't be able to pick it up?"

Guard: "..."

Gu Zheng's lips curled into a proud yet slightly roguish smile: "Don't worry about me. My wife's hands, besides making braised pork for me, are for creating miracles; they're a national treasure."

Inside the operating room, a crisis suddenly unfolds.

Just as Klaus had predicted, General Chen's synovial hyperplasia was even more severe than shown on the film. Just as some tissue was removed, a gush of murky, bloody fluid suddenly gushed from the joint cavity, instantly obscuring the camera lens.

The screen was covered in a red haze, and nothing could be seen.

"Loss of vision!" Klaus exclaimed excitedly, pounding on the glass as if grasping at a straw. "We have to switch to open surgery immediately! Otherwise, it'll be like the blind men and the elephant! It's too dangerous!"

Director Wang was sweating profusely, his hands trembling: "Dr. Ye, should we cut it open?"

"Need not."

Ye Zhen didn't even look up, coldly uttering two words.

She stepped on the pump, and it emitted a slight hum.

With her left hand, she subtly adjusted the inlet and outlet water valves, while her right hand held the electrocoating hook. Without pausing for a moment in the red mist, she precisely probed in a certain direction based on her sense of touch and memory.

Noisy!

A faint electrical hum sounded.

Almost simultaneously, a stream of clear water swept across, instantly clearing the previously murky view.

In the center of the screen, the small blood vessel that was still bleeding has been electrocoagulated and sintered, and the bleeding has been successfully stopped!

"Using water pressure to create a momentary field of vision..." Director Wang muttered to himself, looking at Ye Zhen as if she were a deity. "Is this even a speed that a human brain can process?"

What followed was less like watching surgery and more like appreciating a textbook-level artistic performance for the experts in the observation room.

Ye Zhen switched to a grinding drill.

That high-speed spinning metal drill bit was more obedient in her hands than an embroidery needle.

The bone spurs were growing right up against the nerves. If his hand trembled even slightly, even by a millimeter, General Chen's arm would be ruined.

But Ye Zhen's hand was as steady as a rock, without even the slightest tremor.

On the screen, the hard bone spurs disappeared little by little, like melting snow, revealing the smooth and flat bone surface underneath. The nerves and tendons that had been compressed for so long, like released prisoners, slightly bounced back to their original positions the moment the bone spurs disappeared.

Stress relief successful!

"call……"

A collective sigh of relief filled the observation room, and several senior experts realized that they had been holding their breath.

Dean Li's shirt was already soaked with sweat. He suddenly turned to the propaganda officer who had been specially approved to come in behind him: "Did you take a picture? Don't miss a single second of that move! This is a teaching manual!"

"It's filmed...it's on!" The officer was so excited that his hands were shaking as he carried the camera.

The operation is over.

From incision to suturing, it only took forty minutes.

It was two hours faster than a standard open surgery!

The moment Ye Zhen took off her mask and walked out of the operating room, thunderous applause erupted in the corridor, the noise almost lifting the roof off.

General Chen's family members were so moved that tears welled up in their eyes, and they rushed forward to shake Ye Zhen's hand.

Gu Zheng reacted quickly, stretching out his long arm to pull his wife into his arms, using his military uniform to block everyone's touch—a clear display of territoriality.

"Alright, alright, stop pushing, Dr. Ye is tired."

While protecting Ye Zhen, Gu Zheng glanced at the dejected German expert who walked out, raised an eyebrow, and smiled smugly: "Mr. Klaus, I forgot to ask earlier, shouldn't you throw your proposal in the wastebasket?"

Klaus's face turned red, as if he had swallowed a fly. He held it in for a long time, but finally deflated like a punctured balloon.

He walked up to Ye Zhen, his previous arrogance gone, and respectfully said in broken Chinese, "Dr. Ye, your skills... are truly breathtaking. I take back what I said before; I lost this exchange. Could I have a copy of this recording?"

Ye Zhen remained calm, showing no signs of a victor's elation. She simply rubbed her slightly sore wrists and turned to look at Dean Li.

"Uncle Li, can I give him a copy of the surgical video?"

Dean Li was taken aback: "This..."

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Ye Zhen's eyes: "Uncle Li, there are some medical equipment that are stuck and need to be imported, and there's also the issue of negotiating prices with the foreigners..."

Dean Li was suddenly jolted, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

He finally understood what the girl was talking about! She wasn't just saving people; she was also trying to gain leverage for the country in negotiations!

"Ye girl, you..." Dean Li's eyes welled up with tears, and a thousand words were condensed into one sentence, "Well done!"