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After Zhou Zhonghai was injured, Luo Meiyun never imagined that one day she would be able to walk into the hospital again.

With the merger of military regions, most of the soldiers in the military headquarters were demobilized or transferred with the military headquarters, and the top experts in the military region hospitals also transferred along with them.

Luo Meiyun didn't want to leave Huailin, so she had no choice but to go to a municipal hospital.

The positions at the municipal hospital were fully booked, so Luo Meiyun started as an attending physician.

Having survived two life-or-death ordeals with her son and husband, Luo Meiyun has become indifferent to fame and fortune. If it weren't for the repeated invitations from Song Nan, the director of the First Municipal Hospital, she would have preferred to retire and stay home to take care of Zhou Xiaowei and the family.

In the dean's office, Song Nan warmly greeted Luo Meiyun: "Luo Yidao, we've been waiting for you! Please have a seat, please have a seat."

Luo Meiyun sat down with a gentle smile and drank her tea.

"It's a medical miracle that Commander Zhou was able to wake up. Everyone says that Soviet medical technology is good, but only I know that without your professional care, that old guy would probably have had a very difficult time surviving."

"What Commander Zhou? We've already retired from the army. From now on, just call me Old Zhou, or Old Boy is fine too."

"Hahaha, Lao Zhou went to the Ministry of Agriculture in the province, which is a very important position. Meiyun, I'm really happy that you can come to our city's First Hospital. However, regarding the position, you'll have to make do with what you have for now."

"I understand. He was doing a good job, and suddenly taking him down and putting me in his place will make the people below resentful. Dean Song, I'm so old. I've been on the battlefield and seen too many heroes. I've long since become indifferent to fame and fortune. As long as I can be on the operating table and save a few more lives, that's enough for me."

"Hey, you can't say that. You don't care about fame and fortune, but I do. You're practically a living god in our hospital. I'm saying temporarily, just temporarily. Meiyun, we have a patient in our hospital with severe burns. He was burned while saving state property and protecting people's lives."

The municipal party committee is very concerned about this patient and wants to organize the best medical team to serve the hero. I would like to request that experienced doctors from internal medicine, burn surgery, dermatology, and surgery form a medical team, with you leading it. This patient may need skin grafting surgery later on, which our hospital is not capable of performing, but with your arrival, we can do it.”

Song Nan humbly sought Luo Meiyun's opinion.

"Okay, I have a little more experience in this area than other surgeons, and I'm happy to serve the hero."

Song Nan gave a big smile: "I knew I could have come to the right person. You're very experienced."

Luo Meiyun gave a bitter smile: "Yes, experience is valuable. On the battlefield, there are countless people with blown-off legs or charred bodies. So-called experience is accumulated through cruelty."

"Fortunately, the country is no longer at war. Meiyun, you should adjust your mindset. In fact, there are many patients back home who need your help to save their lives. No matter where we are, the operating table is our battlefield."

"Dean Song is right. I, who should be enjoying my grandchildren at home, have entered another battlefield."

"Look at what you're saying. As a doctor, you're in the prime of your life. Our old Dr. Huo in the internal medicine department is over seventy years old, and he has the most patients."

"I'll try to still be able to wield a scalpel when I'm seventy."

"Meiyun, let me ask you a professional question. If Lao Zhou weren't your husband, could you have performed that surgery?" Song Nan looked at Luo Meiyun seriously.

Luo Meiyun remained silent for a while before saying, "I watched Lao Zhou's surgery from the outside room. The bullet was almost glued to the blood vessel; even the slightest mistake could cause it to rupture. I could try if it were an ordinary soldier, but I couldn't do it if it were a division commander. Dean Song, the reason Soviet doctors were able to perform such excellent surgeries was that they only had the patient in their eyes, not any pressure. For surgeons, pressure is what's truly insurmountable."

"You're right. An order from above can only succeed; failure is not an option. This puts immense pressure on us."

"Therefore, this burn patient hopes the hospital director will not put pressure on me."

"Meiyun, you're waiting for me here? Fine, I'll give you full authority. You'll decide on all treatment plans. You just need to report your treatment decisions to me; I won't ask about anything else."

"Thank you, Dean Song. May I go to the department to report for duty first? And while I'm at it, could I also visit that burn patient?"

"Okay, I'll have my secretary take you there."

A middle-aged woman in her fifties arrived at the surgery department, causing quite a stir.

The nurses whispered among themselves, "I wonder where they got this through connections again?"

"How old are you? Why aren't you retiring? A hospital isn't a nursing home."

"I wonder if I'll still be able to wield a scalpel?"

Luo Meiyun ignored the idle gossip, went into the medical room to change into a white coat, and went straight to the burn unit.

The private ward had the names of the doctor and nurse in charge of the patients hanging on the door. Luo Meiyun glanced at it and saw that the doctor's name was Zhong Yao and the nurse's name was Liu Li.

Pushing open the door, a familiar stench filled the ward.

Luo Meiyun quickly opened the window, and Zhong Yao, who was cleaning the patient's wound exudate, shouted: "What are you doing? Burn patients can't have windows open, it will cause bacterial infection."

After opening all the windows, Luo Meiyun calmly said, "The stench emanating from the patient's body is the biggest source of bacteria."

"Who...who are you?"

Luo Meiyun did not answer, but walked to the bedside and looked at the patient information card at the head of the bed.

Chen Yan, Huailin City Machinery Factory?

Luo Meiyun frowned slightly. Such a serious accident had occurred at the machinery factory?

Luo Meiyun knew that Yang Zheng worked at the machinery factory, but she did not know who Chen Yan was.

Luo Meiyun took a cotton swab, applied some exudate to Chen Yan's burns, smelled it, and said to Zhong Yao, "He's lacking protein, he needs to replenish his nutrition quickly. Get him an IV of albumin."

"No, who are you?" Zhong Yao couldn't stand it anymore. A strange doctor came in and started pointing and gesturing.

"My name is Luo Meiyun. I was specifically in charge of Comrade Chen Yan's treatment later on. You must be Zhong Yao? You are very professional and dedicated in your care of patients. Burn patients cannot sweat, and the exudate in their bodies is an important indicator for us to check whether their condition is stable."

A faint fragrance in the exudate is not a good sign; it indicates malnutrition and insufficient protein intake. For example, if a person's stool is odorless rather than smelly, it means they haven't eaten anything at all.

Zhong Yao listened attentively and seemed to agree with the stranger's theory.

"Doctor, will my husband Chen be malnourished?" He Chunxiu, who was taking care of Chen Yan, asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, family. The hospital has been providing nutritional support, but the amount is insufficient. Has the patient not woken up?"

"He woke up, but the patient was too itchy to control himself, so we had to give him a sedative injection," Zhong Yao explained.

"Okay, let's administer an albumin injection first, and quickly clean up any external discharge. Remember, be sure to open the windows for ventilation. Wind is also a good medicine for treating diseases."

"Yes."

Zhong Yao was skeptical; could wind really cure diseases?