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

The air in the private room froze completely with the arrival of Commander He. It was a deathly silence, a mixture of the aroma of buttered bread and the oppressive feeling of an impending storm; you could hear a pin drop.

Wei Pengyang's hand hovered in mid-air, unsure whether to retract or lower, like a poorly sculpted figure frozen between humiliation and terror. His meticulously tailored suit, which he was so proud of, and the imported cologne he had acquired from the Friendship Store, looked laughable and flimsy in front of Commander He's faded yet steely old military uniform.

General Chen didn't even glance at Wei Peng. He rushed to Ye Zhen like a whirlwind, his old face, which had never frowned on the battlefield, was now filled with anxiety and anticipation.

"Xiao Ye! I've finally found you!" General Chen's voice was so loud that the glasses on the table vibrated. "Old He's leg... just now at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, those experts were arguing like crazy. One said he needed to saw the bone open and reset it, another said he needed a large incision to explore, and someone even suggested putting it in a cast for six months to see how it goes! Old He's health is the ballast stone of a key national project; how can we let them treat him like a piece of wood and mess with him like that!"

Only then did Wei Peng recover from the immense shock and regain his composure. His face was ashen, like plaster on a wall, yet he still tried to make a final, desperate struggle, managing a dry laugh that was more like a grimace: "Uncle Chen... Uncle Chen, are you mistaken? This... this Ye Zhen is just a doctor from a small town, with little experience. How can she compare to the expert team at the main hospital? Or... or should I ask my dad to recommend a few specialists for you?"

"Your dad?" Boss Chen finally spared a glance for Wei Peng, his look filled with disgust as if he'd seen something filthy. "That kid from the Wei family who made his fortune by dealing in fake approvals? If Wei Dahai knew you were using his name to get around and daring to question my judgment, he'd skin you alive!"

Wei Peng felt as if struck by lightning; his legs went weak, and he would have collapsed on the spot if he hadn't been holding onto the back of the chair. He finally understood that he hadn't kicked an iron plate today, but a steel plate, and a high-voltage, defense-grade steel plate at that.

Gu Zheng sneered and sat back down. He didn't look at Wei Peng again, but picked up a sugar cube from the table. His slender fingers slowly peeled off the wrapper. His "watching the show" attitude was more arrogant and deadly than any direct humiliation.

At this moment, Commander He, who had been silent all along, finally raised his eyes.

Those were eyes truly tempered by gunfire, eyes that had seen life and death, sharp enough to pierce the heart. He stared at Ye Zhen, his voice slightly hoarse: "Girl, Old Chen has been exaggerating your abilities. My leg isn't just painful; it's a matter of whether I can ever stand up and walk again. Do you really have a way?"

Ye Zhen remained silent. She was neither intimidated by the other party's imposing military presence nor subjected to any unnecessary formalities or humility. In her world, at this moment, there were only doctors and patients.

She walked forward quietly and knelt down in front of Commander He's wheelchair. The movement was natural, carrying an undeniable professional aura. She didn't ask for anything, but simply extended her hand as if informing him, gently yet firmly lifting up his trouser leg.

Gu Zheng's breathing softened. He looked at Ye Zhen's focused profile under the light, at her slender back as she squatted down, and the fierceness and roguishness in his eyes vanished, leaving only an almost reverent gaze. His wife, when she was in work mode, radiated light.

"Hiss!" In the private room, Gu Zheng's comrades gasped in unison.

Under the light, Commander He's knee was completely unrecognizable. It was swollen like an over-fermented, purplish-black steamed bun, the skin stretched and shiny by the fluid underneath, so taut it was almost transparent, and its shape was completely distorted, with no normal bone outline visible.

Ye Zhen extended her right hand, the hand that should have been holding a scalpel, but now it was moving gently around the grotesque knee joint with an extremely steady posture. Her hand was cold and steady, and with each touch of her fingertips, she was probing the disaster beneath the skin.

"Does it sting here?" Ye Zhen pressed on a slightly indented spot, where the collateral ligament on the outside of the knee joint originates.

Commander He, a veteran of countless battles, possessed an extraordinary tolerance for pain. He shook his head without batting an eye: "Numbness, I don't feel anything."

Ye Zhen's fingers didn't stop, continuing downwards. Suddenly, her index and middle fingers came together, exerting force at an extremely tricky angle, precisely hooking behind the joint!

"Hmm!"

Even a tough guy like Commander He let out a heavy groan from his throat in pain, and fine beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, with the veins on the back of his hands gripping the wheelchair armrests bulging.

Ye Zhen immediately withdrew her hand and stood up. The diagnosis was complete.

"A combined tear of the posterior horn of the meniscus. Because it's an old injury, the torn fragments are curled and lodged in the posterior intercondylar fossa. In addition, the anterior cruciate ligament is completely ruptured, combined with an occult fracture of the tibial plateau." She calmly stated the conclusion, as if reading an irrefutable report. "When you were injured, it wasn't a simple fall or impact, but rather accompanied by severe twisting and eversion, right?"

The entire room fell silent.

Commander He's eyes widened suddenly, the shift from caution and suspicion to utter shock clearly etched on his weathered face. The way he looked at Ye Zhen was no longer that of a young doctor, but of a monster.

"How...how do you know it was a twist?" Commander He's voice even trembled slightly. "It was a month ago, at the test site in the Northwest. In order to rescue some core data, I was swept away by a sandstorm and rolled down a sand dune...At that time, my foot got stuck on a rock, and my body spun halfway around...I didn't even have the details recorded in my medical records."

General Chen slapped his thigh excitedly, his voice booming, "Amazing! I knew this girl had X-ray vision! She doesn't need machines to diagnose illnesses; she just touches and looks, and it's more accurate than an X-ray!"

Wei Peng's face was ashen, but he still muttered defiantly, "This...this must be a fluke! How can a mere young girl like her draw such a conclusion in just a few minutes?"

"Shut up!" General Chen roared. "Ignorance isn't your fault, but making a fool of yourself is! They've been arguing with the scans for ages, still debating where the lesion is. Xiao Ye has already described the exact position of the injury. What do you know?!"

Ye Zhen seemed oblivious to the surrounding commotion. She pulled out a simple handkerchief from her pocket and carefully wiped away any trace of ointment from her fingertips. Her gaze returned to Commander He's face: "Traditional surgery would have extremely poor visibility to treat the tear in your posterior horn. Sawing open the bone would allow us to see it, but that would be devastating and irreversible damage. Commander He, given your age and physical condition, if you were to choose to open your knee, being able to stand up and walk a few steps with crutches for the rest of your life would be a pipe dream."

Commander He fell silent. He knew, of course, that the expert group's proposed solution was extremely risky, practically a death sentence for him, confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. But without treatment, he, the head of this crucial national project, would be completely crippled.

"Do you have any other plans?" Commander He's eyes were like torches as he stared intently at Ye Zhen, as if he had grasped at the last straw.

"Arthroscopic minimally invasive surgery. Two pea-sized incisions are made in the knee. No need to cut through the muscle, and no need to saw through the bone." Ye Zhen's voice was clear and calm, carrying a reassuring power. "I take an optical lens with its own light source inside, and the condition inside the joint will be clearly visible on the screen. Then, using specially made miniature instruments, the stuck bone fragments and torn tissue are cleaned out, and then ligament reconstruction is performed. Half an hour of surgery, and you can walk in a week."

The private room was so quiet you couldn't even hear a breath. Everyone was looking at Ye Zhen as if she were a goddess.

Commander He stared at Ye Zhen's clear and confident eyes for a full half minute. Suddenly, he burst into laughter, a loud and powerful laugh filled with the exhilaration of escaping a desperate situation, which made the crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the private room sway slightly.

"Good! Good! An hour and a half surgery, and you'll be out of bed in a week!" Commander He slammed his hand on the armrest of his wheelchair and shouted with all his might, "I'm betting my old life on you today!"

General Chen was overjoyed: "That's wonderful! Then...when is the surgery?"

Ye Zhen turned her head and glanced at the streets of Beijing, where the city lights were just coming on. Her tone was calm, yet carried a decisive power: "It can be done tomorrow. However, I need an identity, which requires Uncle Zhang from the main hospital to give his approval, and only he has arthroscopy."