After learning that Wen Zhiyu’s mother had passed away and that her stepmother was using her mother’s belongings to force her into marrying into the Shen family, Mother Shen felt a deep sense of guilt.
When she heard that Wen Zhiyu only wanted the Shen family to help her put on an act so she could recover her mother’s ashes and belongings, that guilt finally found an outlet.
Without hesitation, she said,
“Don’t worry, child. I’ll cooperate with you. It was the Shen family who wronged you in the first place…”
Before she could continue, Wen Zhiyu interrupted her.
Looking directly at Mother Shen, she said,
“As thanks and compensation, I can save Shen Lifeng.”
Shen Lifeng.
That was his name, right?
Wen Zhiyu glanced once more at the man lying in the hospital bed.
He was indeed handsome.
Still not suitable to be her husband.
Mother Shen froze the instant she heard those words.
“What did you say? You can save Afeng?”
Wen Zhiyu nodded.
She possessed medical knowledge far beyond what existed in this era.
The facilities available in this tiny military hospital in the middle of the desert simply couldn’t compare.
Besides, the place was far too primitive.
If Shen Lifeng’s injuries had been sent to a major hospital in the capital immediately after the incident, he might not have fully recovered, but his life could almost certainly have been saved.
As for why he had remained here instead of being transferred, it was already too late now.
And Wen Zhiyu had no interest in digging into other people’s affairs.
After finalizing this “agreement” with Mother Shen, she headed directly to the hospital director’s office.
Shen Lifeng’s condition clearly required surgery.
And if she wanted to perform surgery in someone else’s hospital, she needed permission first.
She preferred to settle everything beforehand.
Upon hearing that she was Shen Lifeng’s fiancée, the head nurse personally escorted her to the director’s office.
Unfortunately, the director was still in a meeting.
“Comrade Wen, please wait here for a moment. The director will come as soon as the meeting ends.”
Wen Zhiyu nodded.
When she had mentioned being Shen Lifeng’s fiancée, the head nurse’s expression had changed immediately.
That only confirmed her suspicion that there was a reason Shen Lifeng had remained in this hospital.
Before leaving, the head nurse poured her a cup of hot water.
Wen Zhiyu spent more than ten minutes slowly drinking it before someone suddenly pushed open the door.
Looking up, she saw a female doctor in a white coat, breathing heavily.
The moment the doctor spotted her, she grabbed Wen Zhiyu’s hand.
“You must be the new Doctor Jiang! A group of injured soldiers just arrived. Hurry and come with me!”
The doctor was surprisingly strong.
Combined with Wen Zhiyu’s willingness to go along, they quickly found themselves outside the military hospital.
The entrance was crowded with people.
The soldiers were covered in burns and blast injuries.
Some were clutching bullet wounds while struggling to move, trying desperately to lessen their pain.
“This is Doctor Jiang, the new transfer doctor!”
The female doctor grabbed a nearby nurse and introduced Wen Zhiyu.
“If there are any severe injuries, send them to Doctor Jiang!”
Before anyone could react, the doctor had already rushed off with a critically injured soldier.
Wen Zhiyu pressed her lips together in amusement.
Apparently, she had been mistaken for someone else.
But the soldiers truly were seriously injured.
And she respected soldiers.
So she decided to play along.
Soon a patient was pushed into her hands.
His left leg was covered in burns.
There was a bullet wound in his waist.
Half of his face was coated in thick black blood.
The man groaned weakly, too exhausted even to scream.
Wen Zhiyu moved quickly.
Taking the medical kit handed to her by a nurse, she immediately tore open the man’s shirt around the wound.
The nurses weren’t surprised.
In a place like this, patients arrived in critical condition all the time.
There was rarely enough time to carefully cut away clothing with scissors.
Most doctors preferred rough but efficient methods.
Saving lives came first.
However, when they saw Wen Zhiyu pick up a scalpel, position it against the bullet lodged in the wound, and flick it out with a single precise motion before immediately stuffing the wound with hemostatic gauze, the nurses couldn’t help staring.
Wasn’t this new Doctor Jiang supposed to have just returned from studying abroad?
Why did she seem so experienced?
It looked as though she had spent years performing battlefield rescues.
From removing the bullet to treating the injuries on his face and leg, the entire process took less than five minutes.
Handing the patient over to a nearby nurse, she said,
“Take him inside. If he doesn’t develop a fever within nine hours, he’ll be out of danger.”
If the hospital conditions had been better, she wouldn’t even have bothered mentioning the danger period.
The nurse responded automatically, still somewhat dazed.
The speed was unbelievable.
But Wen Zhiyu had no time to explain.
She immediately turned to the next patient.
Half an hour later, seven or eight wounded soldiers had passed through her hands and been admitted for treatment.
The influx of casualties was finally under control.
The medical staff visibly relaxed.
Wen Zhiyu glanced toward several doctors still treating patients and frowned.
Their methods were far too crude.
The fact that many patients survived at all was probably due more to their own immune systems than the medical treatment.
Still, the remaining injuries weren’t particularly severe.
She had no intention of interfering.
No one liked having others criticize their professional skills.
Especially doctors.
Truthfully, Wen Zhiyu herself was exhausted.
Ever since arriving in this era, she had spent most of her time studying and conducting research.
Even in hospitals, she had never been this busy.
Nor had she ever had opportunities like in her previous life, when she had participated in international battlefield medical missions.
Her skills felt slightly rusty.
Just as she finally relaxed and prepared to return to the director’s office, another truckload of patients arrived.
As a result, by the time Wen Zhiyu finally reached the office, two more hours had passed.
The director was handling paperwork when he heard a knock and opened the door.
Immediately, he saw Wen Zhiyu’s strikingly beautiful face.
The reason it stood out was simple:
The head nurse had already told him that Shen Lifeng’s fiancée was an exceptionally beautiful young woman.
“Hello, hello! You must be Comrade Shen Lifeng’s fiancée!”
The director greeted her warmly.
“Comrade Wen, regarding Comrade Shen’s condition, our hospital feels deeply sorry. However, we’ve recently received a new doctor—Doctor Jiang—who studied abroad. As soon as she arrives, I’ll arrange a consultation for Comrade Shen and do everything possible to find the best treatment plan.”
Wen Zhiyu could clearly sense the director’s guilt.
Shen Lifeng had indeed been deliberately kept in this military hospital.
And everyone seemed to know why.
Her brows furrowed slightly.
She chose not to dwell on the reason.
Instead, she pulled a thick stack of documents from her bag.
“I’m a graduate of Capital Medical University with a master’s degree. These are my medical license, diploma, my professors’ contact information, and employment verification from Capital First Hospital. All the contact details are included.”
She placed the documents on the desk.
“Director, you’re welcome to call the capital and verify everything.”
Then she looked directly at him.
“And after that, I am going to perform surgery on Shen Lifeng.”
The director stared at the mountain of credentials before him, completely stunned.
So she wasn’t here to cause trouble.
She was here to save a life.
But if Shen Lifeng had such an extraordinary fiancée, why hadn’t she come earlier?
If she had arrived sooner, perhaps Shen Lifeng’s life really could have been saved.
Now, however…
Shen Lifeng was already on the brink of death.