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

The anesthesia had just worn off, and the intensive care unit was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

General Chen lay on the bed, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, staring intently at his right arm, which had just suffered a painful injury.

A group of people surrounded the bed: Dean Li, Director Wang of the Orthopedics Department, and Klaus, the German foreigner who hadn't left yet. They all craned their necks, not daring to breathe.

"Move a little."

Ye Zhen stood at the head of the bed, her voice clear and cold, as if issuing a military order.

General Chen swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He tentatively applied pressure to the shoulder that used to ache terribly with the slightest movement.

There was no excruciating pain, not the kind that could even cause shock, as I had imagined.

The arm rose up with remarkable smoothness, like a freshly oiled bolt, and even twirled slightly in the air.

General Chen was stunned.

The next second, he suddenly sat up, ignoring the IV drip still in the back of his hand, and swung his arm around in the air twice, making a whooshing sound!

The nurse next to him screamed in fright, "Sir! The needle!"

"Damn it!"

This tough, unyielding man, who shed blood but not tears on the battlefield, now had red-rimmed eyes and trembling lips: "Amazing! Absolutely amazing! Before, this arm felt like it was stuffed with shards of glass; any movement would be fatal. Now? It's as smooth as a freshly peeled egg!"

He suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Zhen, his eyes so fervent that if he hadn't been covered by a blanket, he would have jumped out of bed right then and there to salute her.

"Dr. Ye! From now on, you're my own sister! Anyone who dares to bully you, I'll kill them!"

Klaus, sitting in the corner, watched the shoulder move so nimbly, and his last bit of resentment turned into deep frustration. He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and muttered in German, "Das ist Witchcraft…"

"It's not witchcraft." Ye Zhen heard this, but without turning her head, she casually uttered a sentence in German, "It's technology."

"Xiao Ye!"

Dean Li's usually serious and rigid face was now beaming like a blooming old chrysanthemum. He simply shoved aside Director Wang, who was trying to come forward to check the wound, with his shoulder.

"You're wasting your talent at this hospital! Come to our main hospital in Beijing! As long as you agree, I'll have someone expedite the paperwork! Once you arrive, it'll be approved immediately! A three-bedroom apartment in the staff quarters, right behind the hospital, a five-minute walk! Plus, we'll provide a private car for you!"

In the early 1980s, these conditions were no different from simply giving someone mountains of gold and silver!

You know, so many veteran experts have worked themselves to the bone, their families still crammed into cramped apartment buildings. A three-bedroom apartment? That's the standard of living for high-ranking officials!

Several young doctors nearby were green with envy, wishing they could agree on Ye Zhen's behalf.

Ye Zhen smiled but remained silent.

"Xiao Ye! Just name your conditions, and I'll try my best to meet them. If I can't, I'll go to the higher-ups! My reputation in Beijing still carries weight!" Dean Li was eager to find talent.

Before Ye Zhen could speak, the ward door was slammed open.

"Li Dapao! You old bastard, have you no shame?!"

Dean Zhou Hai of the Beicheng Military Region rushed in, looking travel-worn and with his military cap askew, clearly having sped all the way after receiving the news. He was panting heavily when he grabbed Dean Li's white coat collar and protectively stood in front of Ye Zhen.

"Poaching people right in front of me? They're our people! Their files and records are all with us in Beicheng!"

Dean Li adjusted his glasses and said matter-of-factly, "Talent needs to move around! Your place is too small to accommodate such a great talent. Do you even have that arthroscopy machine? This kind of cutting-edge surgery can only be performed at the main hospital!"

"We can buy the equipment! We'll buy it even if we have to sell everything we own!" Dean Zhou's neck turned red with anxiety. He turned to Ye Zhen, his tone instantly becoming humble, "Little Ye, you can't leave. Our Beicheng Hospital is your home. You came from there..."

Two hospital directors, whose combined age is over a hundred, argued fiercely in the ward over a twenty-year-old girl, their faces flushed and spittle flying everywhere, almost ready to roll up their sleeves and fight on the spot.

Ye Zhen's head was throbbing from the noise, and she was just about to speak.

A warm, large hand suddenly reached out and wrapped around her shoulder. The force was strong, carrying an undeniable possessiveness.

Gu Zheng, dressed in a crisp military uniform, stood tall like a mountain, blocking everyone's view.

His narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, exuding a chillingly roguish air.

"Gentlemen, save your breath."

He spoke casually, his tone languid: "A house? A car? My wife, Gu Zheng's wife, doesn't need these paltry sums."

Dean Li and Dean Zhou choked at the same time, and the atmosphere instantly turned cold.

Gu Zheng lowered his head and, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, tidied Ye Zhen's slightly disheveled sideburns. When he looked up again, his eyes were sharp as knives: "She is a family member of Unit 761, and also my personal attending physician. My leg isn't fully healed yet. Anyone who dares to transfer her away should first ask the gun on my waist if it agrees."

That's outrageous and domineering.

But he happens to be Gu Zheng, the heir of the Gu family in the capital, the "Living Yama" who strikes fear into the hearts of all.

Dean Li opened his mouth, but ultimately could only close it in frustration. Trying to take someone from this devil? That's like a grandfather hanging himself—wanting to die.

……

The celebratory banquet that evening was held at a time-honored hot pot restaurant.

The copper pot, heated by charcoal, steamed and filled the room with the delicious aroma of sesame paste and mutton.

There weren't many rules. Besides Gu Zheng and Ye Zhen, there were a few close military doctors and General Chen's bodyguard who had shamelessly followed along.

Everyone originally thought that Gu Zheng, a child from a privileged family, would definitely act like a big shot in private.

The scene before them nearly made their jaws drop.

"hot."

Gu Zheng picked up a slice of freshly cooked mutton, but instead of putting it in his own mouth, he placed it on his plate to cool it down. He then carefully dipped it in chive blossoms and fermented bean curd before feeding it to Ye Zhen.

In an era where even holding hands on the street can get you arrested as a hooligan by people in red armbands, Gu Shao's actions are simply shocking!

Ye Zhen was looking down at a medical magazine she had smuggled from a German when she opened her mouth to eat without even looking up.

"Do you still want to eat shrimp?" Gu Zheng asked.

"My hands are tired, I won't peel it." Ye Zhen turned a page of her book.

The next second, Commander Gu, who was ruthless on the battlefield, deftly peeled a bright red shrimp with his long, slender fingers, removed the vein, and fed it to her.

After doing all that, he naturally pulled Ye Zhen's right hand, which had just undergone surgery, onto his thigh and gently massaged the acupoints on her wrist and the area between her thumb and forefinger.

"Is this pressure okay?" he asked softly, his eyes filled with a tenderness that could drown a person, showing no trace of the ruthless Yama.

The group of bachelors at the table stared in disbelief, and the mutton in their mouths suddenly lost its appeal.

This is way too cloying! I can't even look at it!

"Brother Gu, this is your wife!" General Chen's bodyguard, Xiao Zhang, gave a thumbs up.

"That's right." Gu Zheng chuckled smugly as he massaged her wrist. "Don't you know who picked your wife?"

Ye Zhen glanced at him sideways: "Young Master Gu, your skin has gotten thicker and thicker."

"You flatter me." Gu Zheng went along with it, looking quite pleased.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the private room.

This time, a waiter from the hotel came in, looking nervous yet respectful: "Comrade Gu, there's an urgent telegram for you at the counter. It's from Commander Gu."

In these days, communication is inconvenient. People who can directly call the counter of a state-run hotel to find someone are not ordinary people.

Gu Zheng glanced at Ye Zhen: "I'm going to take this call. You eat first, don't burn yourself."

Ye Zhen nodded, watching Gu Zheng stride away, and felt a warmth in her heart.

Two minutes later, Gu Zheng returned with a smile on his face.

"How so?" Ye Zhen asked.

"Grandpa called, he was so happy." Gu Zheng sat down and whispered in her ear, "He said we married a great woman! She's a lucky wife! She's good for the family! She's even helped our country save face! We're going home tomorrow, Grandma will cook something delicious!"