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After taking a nap at home, the two of them went out for a walk in the afternoon. By the time they returned to the compound, it was already completely dark.

As soon as the Jeep turned into the alley, Gu Zheng stepped on the brakes, his brows instantly furrowing into a knot.

At the entrance of their own courtyard, under the dim glow of the streetlights, several dark figures stood with their necks hunched and feet stamping, carrying nets in their hands, looking like frozen radishes in the cold wind.

"What's going on so late at night?" Gu Zheng asked, his hands resting on the steering wheel.

The car headlights swept across, and several figures suddenly turned around.

Leading the group was none other than Professor Wang, the same professor who had slammed his fist on the table earlier that day, followed by two deputy directors of cardiac surgery. This top-tier team of experts, however, was now standing in a row in the cold wind, carrying cans of oranges and peaches.

"Aren't you coming tomorrow?" Ye Zhen was slightly surprised.

Gu Zheng sneered, turned off the engine, opened the door and got out of the car. "You sit here, I'll go and deal with these old guys." All he wanted to do now was take his wife to bed; anyone who came was asking for trouble.

"No," Ye Zhen said, pulling him back.

Gu Zheng took a closer look and, wow, Professor Wang was carrying oranges and canned goods, while the two deputy directors behind him were each carrying a box of malted milk powder.

Are they visiting relatives?

"Young Master Gu! Dr. Ye!" Professor Wang, with his sharp eyes, quickly came to greet them, his face beaming with joy. "You're finally back! If we had knocked on the door any longer, Aunt Liu next door would have thought we were spies and arrested us."

"What's wrong in the middle of the night?" Gu Zheng's tall figure blocked Ye Zhen's path, not giving an inch.

"Well... I just came to see the hero." Professor Wang, feeling a little embarrassed, awkwardly pushed up his glasses and stuffed the net bag of oranges into Gu Zheng's arms. "And... let's chat."

Gu Zheng raised an eyebrow: "What are you talking about? How did you manage to work my wife to death on the operating table?"

Professor Wang's face instantly turned red, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Gu Zheng." Ye Zhen's voice came from behind him. "Let him in. It's cold outside."

After his wife spoke, Gu Zheng reluctantly stepped aside, muttering under his breath, "A bunch of third wheels."

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The Gu family's living room wasn't large, but with three medical authorities whose combined age was nearly two hundred, the room was instantly full.

Gu Zheng poured a glass of plain water for each person with an annoyed expression. Tea leaves? Don't even think about it; those are for making tea eggs for his wife. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to Ye Zhen, his whole demeanor screaming, "Get to the point!"

"Um... Dr. Ye." Professor Wang, holding the enamel mug, his hands frozen, didn't mince words, his eyes shining as he stared at Ye Zhen, "That axillary incision during the day... how did you manage to precisely avoid the phrenic nerve? And that deep knot tying with one hand, that technique... could you explain it again?"

Ye Zhen was peeling an orange when she realized that this wasn't a gesture of goodwill at all; it was clearly a group of people who hadn't had enough of her during the day and were now coming over for a special treat in the evening.

"It's not difficult." Ye Zhen broke off a segment of orange and put it in her mouth, then casually picked up the red string binding the malted milk powder on the table.

In front of several people, she twitched her fingers slightly.

No one saw how she moved; they only felt a blur before their eyes—

The red string had been tied into a perfect square knot at her fingertips.

Then came the second, the third... so fast that only afterimages remained.

The eyes of the people in the room looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"One-handed slide knot to square knot." Ye Zhen tossed the rope back onto the table. "Deep blind spot vision, this method is the most stable and won't come loose."

Professor Wang frantically pulled a small notebook and pen from his pocket, his hands trembling with excitement: "Slow down... Professor Ye, please demonstrate slowly, I need to take notes!"

He called her "Teacher Ye" so naturally, completely forgetting that he was almost forty years older than Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen glanced at Gu Zheng and, seeing that he didn't seem to object, stopped hiding her secrets.

She knew that in this environment that valued seniority and tradition, a single amazing surgery wasn't enough to gain a foothold. She had to completely shatter those deeply ingrained old ideas in their minds and then rebuild them piece by piece.

"Skill alone isn't enough. The success of this surgery depends half on the intraoperative procedures and the other half on postoperative management." She took a sip of water, her expression turning serious. "Although the small incision is less invasive, because there was no conventional open-chest surgery for sternal fixation, postoperative lung care becomes paramount. The usual back-patting and expectoration techniques must be adjusted. I suggest..."

She began her lecture.

The discussion ranged from hemodynamic monitoring to the empirical application of next-generation antibiotics, from the detailed criteria for weaning from ventilator to how to perform precise fluid balance management based on urine output and central venous pressure.

Every theory and every term she uttered was like a heavy key, opening a door to a new world for these three experts who had spent half their lives groping in the labyrinth of old-era medicine.

The only sound in the living room was the scratching of pens across paper. The three renowned experts, usually treated like gods in the hospital, sat ramrod straight, like three medical students attending their first lecture. Heads down, they wrote furiously, afraid of missing a single word.

Professor Wang frantically took notes, his mind racing. This wasn't just a twenty-year-old girl; she was a walking medical treasure trove! Much of what she said was completely new to him, yet it was logically sound and a golden rule that directly addressed clinical pain points.

Gu Zheng sat to the side, idly toying with the red string in his hand. He couldn't understand a single word, but he could read it. He watched the three old men's expressions change from confusion to shock, and then to fervor.

It's a feeling of heartfelt submission when facing an absolute master.

He turned his head and looked at Ye Zhen, who was speaking eloquently under the lamplight. She seemed to radiate light. Her calm and composed aura, as if she were in control of everything, made his heart tighten and burn.

This is his wife. She doesn't need to depend on anyone; she is a towering mountain in herself.

"That covers the main points." After more than half an hour, Ye Zhen stopped, rubbing her temples wearily. "Does anyone have any other questions?"

"No, it's all gone! Absolutely gone!" Professor Wang slammed his densely filled notebook shut and let out a long sigh. He stood up; his legs were numb from sitting for so long, but his voice trembled slightly with excitement: "Xiao Ye, hearing your words today is worth more than ten years of study! Before, I was blind to your greatness, like a frog in a well! From now on, in cardiac surgery, wherever you point, I, Old Wang, will go! Without hesitation!"

The other two deputy directors also stood up, their faces full of admiration and respect.

After seeing off these experts who seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, the courtyard was finally completely quiet.

Gu Zheng locked the door and turned around to see Ye Zhen leaning against the sofa with her eyes closed, her face looking somewhat pale under the light.

His heart tightened, and he quickly walked over, squatted down in front of her, and stretched out his warm, large hand to gently massage her calves through the thin fabric of her trousers: "Wife, that was really great. That old man surnamed Wang used to act all high and mighty in the yard, but he was as obedient as a grandson in front of you."

Ye Zhen felt comfortable from his massage and let out a soft laugh without opening her eyes.

"Those who are accomplished are teachers."