Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

"Standard combat boots, the boot shaft is much higher than ordinary leather shoes, the sole is thick with treads, and there are reinforced stitchings on the side of the boot—look at that dark pattern on the inside of the boot opening, that's a mark of high-level customization, only division commanders and above are qualified to wear this kind of specification... which means he is at least a division commander..."

Everyone fell silent and took a step back.

The classmates looked at each other in bewilderment, and their gazes toward Zhou Yanshen had completely changed.

Liu Hongmei opened her mouth, but all the sarcastic words she was about to say stuck in her throat. She had originally thought that Su Wanqing had married just an ordinary soldier, but the man in front of her, just by standing there, made her dare not say another word.

Zhou Yanshen merely glanced at them indifferently. He was dressed casually today, and he hadn't expected that there would be people here who recognized his identity.

Fine, let's give them a shock, and not let them underestimate their wife.

Over here, Su Wanqing didn't care about their shock at all. She just nodded slightly, bent down and pinched the little faces of the three chubby little ones who had already opened their eyes, and said softly, "I'll breastfeed them before I go in to do the surgery."

It's not that I'm worried about the baby going hungry, it's that I'm worried about my breasts getting engorged, and this time there's no one to help me pump.

Ding Xiaomei quickly handed over the food: "Then you need to eat more. This is hard work, you can't go on an empty stomach."

So both sides made their own preparations.

The students quickly went to inform the others, and Teacher Lin even specially called over several of his other talented students.

Dean Li led a few people to make preoperative preparations, and the operating room was quickly arranged.

After finishing everything, Su Wanqing changed into her surgical gown and steadily walked into the operating room.

Dr. Martin, also dressed in surgical scrubs, stood to the side, smiling and nodding at her.

"Su, all the materials are ready. However, we are using artificial blood vessels and sutures imported from Switzerland, which your country doesn't have yet. It would be even better if you could manufacture them yourselves in the future."

The lights in the operating room came on, sterile drapes were laid out, and everyone quietly gathered around the operating table.

Outside the glass window, people gradually filled up, all holding their breath in anticipation.

Teacher Lin was already on the operating table, taking a deep breath:

"Xiao Su, don't be nervous. I know that surgery always has a success rate and a failure rate. Our country can't manufacture these imported things right now. You should let everyone learn the technology first, and we can manufacture them slowly later."

Su Wanqing looked down at the imported artificial blood vessel in her hand, her tone relaxed yet confident:

"Teacher, it's not a big problem. The success rate is 99%. The surgery will take about an hour and a half, which is half the usual time abroad."

"What? So short? That's impossible! This bypass surgery takes at least three or four hours abroad!"

"Yes, is Su Wanqing really that amazing? Even faster than foreign experts?"

"Besides, who said there's a 99% success rate? I remember the international average success rate for this surgery is only around 85%..."

Whispers came from behind me, their voices filled with shock and disbelief.

The anesthesiologist next to him couldn't stand it any longer, so he coughed deliberately and said loudly:

"Professor Lin, please rest assured. Dr. Su has performed dozens or even hundreds of surgeries, and the success rate is 100%. She said that 99% of them are conservative."

Professor Lin found himself increasingly unable to understand this student—how could she have made such astonishing progress in just a few years? But this was a good thing, a tremendously good thing.

He gently closed his eyes: "Okay, come on, I trust you."

Su Wanqing nodded, and after quickly exchanging a few sets of data with Dr. Martin, she began the procedure.

Her hand movements were neither too fast nor too slow, but quick, precise, and ruthless, while she explained slowly and deliberately:

"The current technical challenges in China lie in the precision of artificial blood vessel anastomosis and postoperative anticoagulation management. My current approach is to first perform freeing, then anastomosis, and finally suture layer by layer."

The mainstream practice abroad is to use mechanically assisted anastomosis, but I use manual continuous suturing here, combined with specific stitch spacing and tension control, which yields better results and faster healing.

Not only Professor Lin's students, but even Dr. Martin nodded repeatedly with surprised expressions:

"Oh my god, Sue, this is even faster than our bypass surgery! We use fixation devices, but your technique is so much more steady and precise—it's a technological breakthrough! Can I take this method back and implement it in our hospital?"

Su Wanqing replied calmly, "Medicine knows no borders. The more widespread the technology becomes, the more people it can save."

She said the time hadn't even come yet, but the surgery was already over, and she even gave everyone a short lecture in between.

The look in everyone's eyes changed from doubt to admiration.

Even Dr. Martin gave a heartfelt thumbs up after the surgery.

Those classmates who had initially been sarcastic and cynical were now completely silent, especially Liu Hongmei. Standing at the edge of the crowd, she watched Su Wanqing calmly take off her gloves, shake hands with people, and smile. She felt as if a heavy stone was lodged in her chest, both heavy and cold.

The finish line she desperately wanted to reach was something others no longer cared about. That immense sense of loss was even more painful than failing an exam back then.

The surgery was successful, and Professor Lin was moved to a special ward to recuperate.

There were no beds available outside, otherwise I would have had to sleep in the hallway.

Professor Lin woke up quickly from the anesthesia, and the first thing he did after regaining consciousness was to prop himself up and sit up.

Seeing that he had regained his senses, Su Wanqing asked Ding Xiaomei to start packing her things to prepare for discharge.

She walked to the bedside and said in a gentle yet decisive tone, "Teacher, the surgery was very successful. The blood vessels were successfully anastomosed, and all the indicators are stable. Your condition is basically fine now."

"Please rest and recover here. I'll have another skin graft surgery, and then I can be discharged and go home. Don't worry, we live in the military family compound just a few dozen meters away. It's very close; you can have someone call me anytime if you need anything."

Professor Lin sighed with emotion, his eyes filled with satisfaction:

"Okay, okay, I believe you. I'm feeling much better. You've worked so hard, having just given birth and then having surgery. By the way, since you have surgery, could you let these students go and observe?"

There are too few opportunities like this in China. Now that we have the chance, I want them to learn as much as possible.

Su Wanqing turned around and looked at the eager students behind her, then nodded:

"Okay, no problem. But this is skin grafting surgery, which is quite different from cardiac surgery."

Professor Lin waved his hand: "Anyway, they can go and observe whenever they have the chance. What they learn depends on their own fate."

Su Wanqing replied "Okay" and prepared to leave.

Liu Hongmei and her group were absolutely disgusted; they really didn't want to see Su Wanqing in any more glory.

Liu Hongmei awkwardly managed to come up with a reason:

"Teacher, you can't be left alone. We still need to write a summary of the surgery we just performed and record your condition. Skin grafting surgery is very different from cardiac surgery, so we won't go to observe."