The next day.

At nine o'clock in the morning, in the tumor ward.

At this moment, Zhao Heng and Li Haiyang were having a pre-surgery conversation together.

Accompanying the elderly man by the bedside were still only his wife and daughter, but today he seemed particularly happy compared to before.

Because today was a day for him to "contribute" to the country.

"Doctor, don't worry about me later. Just do the experiment as it's supposed to be done."

The elderly man, lying in the hospital bed and appearing gaunt, was in unusually good spirits today and said to Zhao Heng as soon as he saw him.

As soon as the old man spoke, his daughter couldn't hold back her tears, covering her face with both hands, while his wife tightly grasped his hand.

"Look at you. This is such a good thing, being able to make a contribution to the country. You should be happy."

Seeing his wife and daughter cry, the elderly man immediately put on a stern face and said.

"Sir, don't worry. If this experimental project succeeds, many people will benefit from it."

Zhao Heng said to the elderly man.

"That's good, that's good."

The elderly man nodded in satisfaction.

Having spent his life in the military, it was unacceptable for him to be bedridden and tormented by illness in his later years.

But now, Zhao Heng's statement made him feel useful again, able to make contributions once more.

After a while, Zhao Heng and Li Haiyang left the ward, followed by the old man's wife and daughter, and soon they reached the doctor's office.

"Doctor, I thank you on behalf of my father."

The elderly man's daughter thanked them again.

She understood that this young doctor had done many things he didn't have to do.

And he did these things entirely out of respect for her father.

"It's nothing. As doctors, this is what we should do."

"Don't worry about the expenses. There are ways to reduce some of them."

Zhao Heng comforted the elderly man's daughter again.

He didn't specify how these expenses were reduced or how they negotiated with the medical equipment company.

None of that was important.

Having seen so much life and death in the tumor department, Li Haiyang, who seemed to be at peace with everything, felt a slight emotional stir.

Afterwards, Zhao Heng explained some precautions to the elderly man's wife and daughter and signed the pre-operation consent form.

When the elderly man's wife and daughter left the doctor's office, Li Haiyang suddenly sighed and said, "It would be great if every patient could be like this."

But just as he spoke, Li Haiyang realized it was nothing more than a wishful thought.

"Do as much as you can; isn't there a saying, 'Do good deeds, not for the sake of a future reward'?"

Zhao Heng rarely comforted Li Haiyang as he spoke.

"Having been a doctor for so many years, I feel somewhat numb. This time, I feel like I've come alive again."

Seemingly affected by this special patient and the things Zhao Heng did, Li Haiyang found himself recalling the feeling he had when he first became a doctor.

"Dr. Zhao, this time, we have a perfect opportunity to observe the effects of the intrathecal analgesia device. If it's effective, I think it can be promoted."

After a pause, Li Haiyang continued.

"This intrathecal analgesia device, controlled by a microcomputer pump, delivers pain relief medication directly, and its effect should be much better than oral painkillers or nerve plexus ablation. However, the cost is quite high."

Zhao Heng nodded and said objectively.

"Times are advancing, and technology is advancing. Even the most advanced medical devices will gradually become more affordable."

Li Haiyang said.

He was referring to a future trend.

"Easier said than done..."

Zhao Heng couldn't help but sigh.

In terms of technology and professional skills, he can constantly improve himself to achieve the goal of maximizing the surgical outcome with minimal damage.

But other matters truly lay beyond his capabilities.

"Alright, let's not talk about that. Dr. Zhao, this intrathecal analgesia implantation surgery could serve as an excellent model for exploring pain treatment in late-stage cancer patients. I've just compiled some data, and we can co-author a paper."

Li Haiyang said slowly.

By proposing this, he was actually doing Zhao Heng a favor.

Writing a professional paper is not a simple task, and organizing the data alone took Li Haiyang quite some time.

Now, he offered to write the paper and only needed Zhao Heng to be named as a co-author, saving Zhao Heng a lot of time and effort.

If other doctors struggling to write papers for promotion knew about this, they would be green with envy!

"I don't have to write?"

Zhao Heng asked instinctively.

He still had two unfinished papers and was too exhausted to write another.

"Yes, I have the data, and Dr. Zhao only needs to write about the surgical procedure. I will add the rest."

Li Haiyang said.

"Okay."

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Heng decisively nodded.

The most troublesome part of medical papers is the data, which needs various statistical analyses. Just thinking about those statistical analyses gave Zhao Heng a headache.

But writing just the surgical procedure is quite simple.

The time quickly reached ten o'clock.

In the operating room.

Zhao Heng was adjusting the microcomputer pump of the intrathecal analgesia device not far away, while the elderly man was already lying on the operating table, and instrument nurse Tian Zhen was preparing the elderly man for surgery.

The old man lay on the operating table, his expression as calm as usual.

Elderly people are generally afraid of entering hospitals and undergoing surgery.

Because older people often have a feeling that once they go on the operating table, they may not come off it.

Many elderly individuals refuse hospital treatment when they are near death.

But this elderly man showed no signs of nervousness, looking even calmer than when he was in the ward before.

"Sir, don't worry. Dr. Zhao is the best doctor in our hospital."

Instrument nurse Tian Zhen said as she routinely comforted him.

This time, the installation of the intrathecal analgesia device did not require general anesthesia, meaning the patient would remain fully conscious throughout the procedure.

Therefore, calming the patient's emotions was an essential part of the preoperative preparation.

In the entire operating room, Tian Zhen had the most gentle personality and the best rapport with patients; she excelled at soothing patients' emotions.

This was why she was chosen to assist with this surgery.

"I understand."

The elderly man nodded.

He was old, but still very alert. From Li Haiyang's demeanor and his family's attitude, he could sense that this young doctor, Zhao Heng, was indeed extraordinary.

"Tell the doctor to experiment as needed; I'm not afraid of dying."

The elderly man told Tian Zhen.

He genuinely believed himself to be part of an "experiment."

"Alright, I'll let them know."

Tian Zhen nodded too, but after a moment, she turned away, fearing that she might not be able to hold back her tears.

Almost all the medical staff knew about the elderly man participating in the "experiment," so in essence, they were all playing a unique role alongside the elderly man.

"Young lady, what are you crying about? I'm not afraid of dying; why are you? Back in the day, when I charged with the squad leader, there was no thought of fear—just charge ahead."

The elderly man, seeing Tian Zhen getting emotional, thought the experiment might involve life-threatening risk, prompting such a reaction from the young nurse, and thus he tried to console her.

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