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

The ward for high-ranking officials at the General Hospital of the Beijing Military Region is brightly lit tonight.

Commander He's insistence on transferring to another hospital for surgery had completely ignited the expert team at Xiehe Hospital. That very night, two small jeeps with red license plates drove straight to the main hospital building.

"Nonsense! This is downright jeopardizing the commander's life!"

Professor Liu, the head of the orthopedics department at Xiehe Hospital, his hair graying, trembled with anger as he held the X-ray film: "Old Zhang, how could you go along with this young girl's crazy ideas? Arthroscopy? Very few people in China have even done it. You're letting her perform the surgery? Who's going to take responsibility if something goes wrong?!"

In the corridor, Commander He's son, He Jianjun, anxiously stopped the stretcher: "Dad! Are you delirious from the pain? This Dr. Ye is so young, how can you trust her?"

Commander He cursed, "Get out! I'm in charge of my own legs! Old Liu wanted to saw my bones, but this girl said two holes would do the trick, and I believed her! Push it in!"

Dean Zhang stood at the eye of the storm, his forehead covered in sweat. He was under immense pressure from his colleagues and questioning from the family, but when he glanced at the figure by the sink not far away, his eyes were frighteningly resolute.

Ye Zhen was meticulously scrubbing her hands, from her fingertips to her elbows, each movement adhering to the strictest surgical aseptic procedures. The surrounding noise, arguments, and doubts seemed to exist in another world, completely detached from her. Her expression was focused, as if nothing in the world was more important than thoroughly cleaning her hands.

Looking at her, Dean Zhang's initial hesitation vanished instantly. He gritted his teeth and said to Professor Liu in a deep voice, "If anything happens, I, Zhang Guohua, will take off this white coat! Let her do it!"

The operating room door slammed shut.

The red "Operation in Progress" sign lit up, watching the crowd outside the door with their varied expressions.

The observation room on the second floor was crowded with people in front of the huge glass windows. There were not only experts from the joint team, but also directors of various departments of the main hospital, and even a few high-ranking military officers from the military region who had been alerted by General Chen sitting in the corner.

Wei Peng huddled in the darkest corner, afraid to approach the big shots, but his eyes pierced through the glass with a sinister glint, fixed on the operating table. Every cell in his body was screaming, waiting to see Ye Zhen fail, waiting to see her fall from grace.

Beside the operating table, Ye Zhen put on a sterile surgical gown, mask, and cap, revealing only her cool, clear eyes. Under the bright light of the operating lamp, her world consisted only of the knee before her, deformed from severe swelling.

"Inflate the tourniquet with air, pressure 300."

"Connect the light source and calibrate the white balance."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

The head of the orthopedics department at the main hospital stood in the position of "first assistant," looking at the large crowd outside, and felt a little uneasy.

Ye Zhen took the scalpel and made two precise cuts, each only 5 millimeters long, on the inside and outside of Commander He's knee joint.

A collective gasp filled the observation room.

"What can you see through such a tiny opening?" Professor Liu couldn't help but growl.

The next second, everyone shut up.

Ye Zhen inserted the arthroscopy probe and turned on the water supply. The monitor screen in front of the observation room lit up instantly, and the murky vision became incredibly clear after being rinsed by the saline solution.

A magnified version of the world inside a joint, magnified dozens of times, is exposed to everyone.

"Oh my god..." someone exclaimed.

On the screen, the posterior corner of the medial meniscus was torn like a tattered cloth, with curled fragments stuck tightly in the intercondylar fossa, the culprit behind the excruciating pain!

"It really is a posterior horn tear... accompanied by a barrel-handle tear!" Professor Liu's glasses nearly fell off, and he was practically pressed against the glass. "It's not visible on the X-ray at all! How did she find it by touch?!"

Ye Zhen showed no reaction to the external tremors.

Her hands were frighteningly steady. Holding a mirror in her left hand and blue forceps in her right, she performed three-dimensional operations through a two-dimensional screen within the narrow joint cavity.

The cold instrument in her hands moved with fluid grace, each bite, cut, clean, and trim, precisely removing diseased tissue without ever touching the surrounding normal cartilage.

"This is... a textbook example of the triangular technique!" The head of orthopedics exclaimed from the platform. "Her knowledge of anatomy is even deeper than mine!"

"A planer," Ye Zhen said calmly.

The high-speed rotating blade probed in, clearing away debris. Next came ligament reconstruction. She used a guide needle to precisely locate and open the bone passage, guide the tendon, and fix it with a screw. The entire process was executed flawlessly—calm, efficient, and powerful.

Thirty minutes.

Ye Zhen put down the equipment.

"Rinse the joint and suture the incision." She tossed away her sterile gloves, her voice steady. "Surgery complete."

The observation room was deathly silent.

Everyone stared at the smooth, new-looking joint on the screen, and the two almost negligible small wounds on the knee.

Is that... all there is to it?

The critical illness that had plagued the entire expert team was cured just like that?

"Smack."

It's unclear who started clapping, but the sound seemed particularly abrupt. Then came a second, a third… the applause quickly merged into a thunderous roar throughout the observation room!

Professor Liu slumped into his chair, took off his glasses, wiped his eyes, and muttered to himself, "The younger generation is truly formidable... This cut has ripped away the faces of us old folks."

He Jianjun was dumbfounded, his face burning with pain.

The airtight door to the operating room is opened.

Ye Zhen took off her mask, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

As soon as she stepped out the door, a military overcoat, still warm from her body and faintly smelling of tobacco, was draped over her head. Immediately afterwards, a pair of strong arms steadied her firmly through the overcoat.

"Are you exhausted?"

Gu Zheng's voice was low and deep. He didn't even look at the clapping deans, experts, and generals around him; his eyes were only on this woman.

Ye Zhen looked up and met those deep eyes, her tense nerves finally relaxing. A very faint smile appeared on her lips: "My hands are a little sore, I want to eat some candied hawthorn."

"Buy it." Gu Zheng patted her back lightly with his large hand. "Buy a whole carload."

Not far away, Wei Peng, his face ashen, was trying to slip away.

"That guy, from the Wei family."

Gu Zheng suddenly spoke, causing Wei Peng to freeze in place.

"See that?" Gu Zheng pointed to the operating room. "That's what you call professional. Commander He's leg is saved, but your face is gone."

The first thing Commander He did upon waking was to try flexing his toes, savoring the long-lost feeling of relaxation. He grabbed General Chen's hand, his eyes flashing with an alarming light, and said in a hoarse yet incredibly serious voice:

"Old Chen, report this!"

"This Ye Zhen is a national treasure! Tell the higher-ups that no matter the cost, she must be kept in the military! Anyone who dares to touch her, I'll kill them!"

Watching Gu Zheng escort her away through the door, Boss Chen smiled and said, "Old He, you probably don't need to worry about that. Anyone who wants to touch Ye Zhen will have to step over his dead body first."

At the end of the corridor, the snow had just cleared.

Gu Zheng had one arm around Ye Zhen, and their silhouettes stretched out long.

"young married woman."

"Um?"

"The way you did surgery just now was fucking awesome. I want to kiss you."

"...Young Master Gu, this is a hospital."

"in spite of."

"Ouch!"

There was a footprint on Gu Zheng's new shoes.