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

The following morning, at the General Hospital of the Beijing Military Region, in the cardiothoracic surgery ward.

The air in the corridor seemed to freeze.

The doctors and nurses, who usually walk with an air of superiority and look down on everyone, were now hunched over and walking close to the wall, afraid of getting into trouble.

Today's ward rounds are being conducted by Professor Wang, a renowned "sharp-tongued" expert in cardiac surgery.

"Look at what you've written! Is this some kind of scribbling?"

Professor Wang slammed a medical record folder onto the nurses' station counter with a loud bang, making the blue-black ink bottle on it bounce three times.

The row of young doctors standing opposite him, all top students, looked like schoolchildren who had made a mistake, barely daring to breathe.

"Why is the postoperative drainage record section blank? Huh? Doesn't the patient's urine output need to be monitored hourly?" Professor Wang pointed at one of the attending physicians wearing glasses, spitting as he spoke. "Where's your brain? Did you leave it in the cafeteria's big meat buns?"

The attending physician, a man in his thirties, was blushing red from the scolding. He pushed up his glasses and whispered in defense, "Doctor, that was a new patient admitted yesterday, we haven't had time to..."

"Didn't have time? When the King of Hell is taking people, do you think he'll wait for you?" Professor Wang glared at him, his imposing manner enough to frighten anyone to tears.

At this critical juncture, amidst the smoke of battle and widespread fear,

Two unhurried footsteps echoed from the stairwell at the end of the corridor.

Sunlight streamed in through the window at the far end, and against the backlight, two figures, one tall and one short, walked towards them.

The man was tall and strong, wearing a crisp military overcoat, with broad shoulders that looked like they could hold up half the sky.

The woman was slender, wearing a simple beige cashmere coat and a red scarf, which made her face appear even whiter and more aloof, like a college graduate.

Professor Wang's cursing stopped abruptly.

It felt like someone had suddenly pressed the mute button.

The old face, which had been dark and stormy just moments before, seemed to melt away like ice and snow the moment it saw who it was, and spring arrived. The wrinkles on its face instantly transformed into a radiant chrysanthemum.

"Ouch! Xiao Ye!"

Professor Wang shoved the medical record folder in his hand into the arms of the doctor next to him with lightning speed, and rushed over in a few quick steps.

"It's so early in the morning, and the wind is so strong outside. Why are you here so early? Couldn't you have slept a little longer?"

This shout stunned all the young doctors who had just been scolded.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Is this the same "Thunder God" who was so ruthless just moments ago? His tone is so gentle, it's like a chief eunuch meeting the Empress Dowager.

Ye Zhen nodded slightly, her expression calm: "I've come to see the child."

Gu Zheng followed beside her, his eyes scanning the surrounding crowd of onlookers warily, like a dutiful bodyguard, exuding a "keep away" aura.

"Nannan is in the intensive care unit and her condition is stable."

"I'll just take a look and leave, Uncle Wang, you go ahead with your work."

"It's alright!" Professor Wang turned to the side and gestured for us to proceed. "We're just making our rounds, and we'd like to ask you to review some of the post-operative indicators."

Ye Zhen didn't stand on ceremony and stepped inside.

Professor Wang immediately followed her eagerly, even going so far as to help her lift the heavy curtain at the entrance to the ward.

The row of young doctors stood there dumbfounded.

"What are you all standing there for? Is that a wooden stake?" Professor Wang turned around, his expression instantly changing. He lowered his voice and angrily shouted, "Grab your notebooks! Grab your pens! All of you, get moving! If your brains aren't working, at least get your hands moving!"

The doctors shuddered and quickly grabbed their stethoscopes and notebooks, following behind like a flock of ducklings in a panic.

Inside the intensive care unit.

The heating was on full blast, carrying a faint smell of Lysol.

The little girl was still asleep, her tiny body nestled in the white blankets, an oxygen tube inserted into her nose, and the monitor emitting a rhythmic "beep-beep" sound.

The child's mother sat on the edge of the bed, while the child's father, the man whose forehead was bruised from kowtowing yesterday, was now curled up on a small stool at the foot of the bed, his eyes bloodshot, staring at his daughter without daring to move.

Upon seeing a group of doctors enter, the man was so frightened that he tried to stand up.

Gu Zheng stepped forward, placed his large hand on his shoulder, and silently shook his head, indicating that he didn't need to be nervous.

Ye Zhen walked to the bedside without saying anything unnecessary.

She reached out and gently lifted the corner of the blanket. She touched the child's artery with her finger, then glanced at the drainage bottle hanging beside it.

"The drainage fluid is a bit dark in color," Ye Zhen said, her voice soft and clear, like the clinking of jade.

The previously noisy footsteps behind them vanished instantly.

The entire ward was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"What was the total amount in the first four hours?" Ye Zhen asked.

"One hundred and twenty," Professor Wang answered quickly, as if reciting a memorized text.

Ye Zhen frowned slightly and turned around.

At this moment, the young woman in the beige coat, who was not a doctor here and was not wearing a white coat, stood there with an aura of complete control that completely overwhelmed the experts and directors in white coats around her.

"Squeeze the drainage tube every fifteen minutes." Ye Zhen looked at Professor Wang, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "The biggest risk with this kind of small incision surgery is cardiac tamponade. Once the drainage tube becomes blocked, all our previous efforts will be wasted."

Professor Wang nodded repeatedly, then turned and yelled at the attending physician behind him, "Did you hear me? Every fifteen minutes!"

"besides."

Ye Zhen pointed to the IV stand, "Don't refill the fluids too quickly. Slow down the drip rate by one-third and add a diuretic to maintain mild dehydration, which will help reduce pulmonary edema."

"Write it down! Write it all down!" Professor Wang was so anxious he almost wanted to snatch the pen from his subordinate. "These are golden words of wisdom! You can't learn this from textbooks!"

All that could be heard in the ward was the soft scratching of pen nibs against paper.

The dozen or so elite cardiac surgeons, whether they were the forty-year-old director or newly graduated doctors, were all like obedient primary school students, holding notebooks and writing furiously, afraid of missing even a single punctuation mark that Ye Zhen had said.

An old man in the next bed was drinking porridge from an enamel mug, and I stared at him, my eyes wide with amazement.

He tugged at his wife, who was accompanying him, and whispered, "Hey, look at that young woman in the coat, who's she? Even Director Wang is listening to her like a grandson? Could she be the daughter of a high-ranking official?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" His wife covered his mouth in fright. "Didn't you see that's a master? That's skill!"

Just then, a faint whimper came from the hospital bed.

Everyone stopped moving.

Ye Zhen immediately bent down, and Gu Zheng followed closely behind, holding his breath nervously.

Nannan's long eyelashes trembled, like two broken little fans, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The little girl moved her lips with difficulty, her voice as faint as a whisper, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Sister... Fairy... Sister..."

"Take good care of yourself and get well soon. Once you're discharged, you can play with your friends again," Ye Zhen said gently.

That instant.

Nannan's parents covered their mouths and let out suppressed, heart-wrenching cries.

Those were tears of joy.