One hour later.

"Alright, that's all for today's lecture. If anyone still has questions about intraspinal analgesic implantation, you can always find me in anesthesia. Thank you, everyone."

Zhao Heng looked at the doctors from various local hospitals sitting below and delivered his closing remarks.

As soon as Zhao Heng finished speaking, the room erupted in applause, clearly showing that all the trainee doctors present acknowledged Zhao Heng's lecture.

Next, Liu Shangming said a few more words and then left with Zhao Heng and Li Haiyang together.

As soon as the three left the classroom, it buzzed with conversation.

"So young!"

"Right, who would've thought Eastern Hospital has such a young expert!"

"Despite being young, he's really skilled!"

Such comments filled the whole classroom for a while.

Outside the classroom, Liu Shangming said to Zhao Heng, "Xiao Zhao, you did a great job with this lecture. As a doctor, it's important to not only perform surgeries well but also conduct good research, and delivering lectures is essential too."

Clearly, Liu Shangming was very pleased with Zhao Heng's performance in this lecture.

"Director, this was just a practical class; if it were anything else, I might not have managed it,"

Zhao Heng said modestly.

Zhao Heng didn't prepare much for this class. He simply explained in detail the intraspinal analgesia implant procedure, from preparatory work to post-operative care, including considerations for different types of patients.

Essentially, for the doctors attending, Zhao Heng's words could serve as a practical guide for future operations of this kind.

In other words, Zhao Heng delivered genuinely useful content.

"Anyone can talk theory, but delivering practical procedures so well—that's rare."

Liu Shangming said with a smile.

For theory, there are textbooks, reference materials, and PowerPoint presentations—the difficulty isn't there.

But discussing practical operations requires genuine skill.

To put it simply, for intraspinal analgesia, dealing with patients with hypertension, diabetes, and other rare conditions—these aren't things covered in textbooks.

And these details are the most valuable for the trainee doctors attending.

"Xiao Zhao, organize the content of this class so future trainees can see it,"

Liu Shangming added.

"Okay, Director."

Upon hearing Liu Shangming assign him another task, Zhao Heng grimaced, but seeing Li Haiyang standing beside Liu Shangming, he quickly hatched a plan.

After Liu Shangming left, Zhao Heng turned to Li Haiyang, who hadn't left yet, and said, "Dr. Li, I'll leave the organizing to you."

"Huh? Why me? Didn't the Director ask you to do it?"

said Li Haiyang, caught off guard.

"It's an oncology teaching lesson. What's the point of me organizing? Besides, didn't you say you wanted to take on writing papers next time?"

Zhao Heng chuckled as he spoke.

He realized he couldn't handle everything himself, or he'd be exhausted.

"Uh..."

Li Haiyang was momentarily at a loss for words.

It sort of made sense?

Li Haiyang thought inwardly.

"Dr. Li, it's on you,"

Zhao Heng patted Li Haiyang on the shoulder, his face radiant with a smile, walking off lightly.

Li Haiyang was left standing there, bewildered, not entirely sure what had just happened.

Leaving the oncology department, Zhao Heng checked the time; it was already five o'clock.

With just half an hour left, Zhao Heng instinctively wandered to Liu Ziang's office in neurosurgery.

"Why are you here again?"

Seeing Zhao Heng enter, Liu Ziang, sitting on the sofa reading a journal, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"It's almost off-hours, and I've got nothing to do, so I thought I'd visit and grab a coffee,"

Zhao Heng smiled, easily making his way to the coffee machine, brewing a cup of coffee.

"You don't have anything to go with the coffee?"

Sipping his coffee on the sofa, Zhao Heng asked Liu Ziang.

"You're quite the uninvited guest..."

Seeing Zhao Heng so at ease, Liu Ziang couldn't help but be amused. He took a pack of handmade butter cookies from below the coffee table and handed them to Zhao Heng.

"Ha? You actually have some? Senior, are you here for work or afternoon tea?"

Zhao Heng naturally accepted the cookies, taking one and taking a bite—crispy and sweet, they paired perfectly with the coffee.

This Liu Ziang sure knows how to enjoy life!

"I work and have my afternoon tea,"

Liu Ziang said leisurely.

He's not the type to work himself to exhaustion; work for him is quite relaxed.

Learning, for him, is just driven by interest.

"Senior, can I ask you something?"

Zhao Heng suddenly thought of something and asked Liu Ziang.

"Yes, go ahead."

Liu Ziang nodded, curious about what Zhao Heng was going to ask.

"What's your plan for the future? Or what's the goal you wish to achieve?"

Zhao Heng asked.

More than asking, it was like seeking guidance.

Having gathered the skills and experience of many doctors through his golden finger, Zhao Heng felt capable enough, but he wasn't entirely clear on his future path.

Currently, he was just going with the flow, dealing with whatever came his way.

"No goal,"

Liu Ziang replied simply.

"Huh? No goal?"

Zhao Heng was taken aback by Liu Ziang's words, which didn't sound like something the highly respected Liu Ziang would say.

"I'm not a grinder who keeps shouting about goals every day,"

Liu Ziang said casually.

"I see, so what you're saying is just do whatever needs to be done, and action speaks louder than words, right?"

Zhao Heng pondered aloud.

"You're such an overthinker!"

"What I mean is, do what you can whenever you can; why overthink? With such time, just enjoy life more,"

Liu Ziang said, looking at Zhao Heng as if he was a bit disappointed.

He didn't like people who constantly talked about goals, dreams, or aspirations in every breath. Reality isn't a TV show where you need to sell stories and dreams to touch an audience.

Reality is just doing whatever you can; just get on with it as soon as you open your eyes!

"Yeah, that makes sense."

What Liu Ziang said was straightforward but resonated deeply.

"Why overthink everything? Open your eyes and just do. If you have the ability to be a director, you can be one. If not, just be aware of that,"

Liu Ziang said casually again.

"Thanks, I learned a lot."

Zhao Heng nodded eagerly; this was exactly the lifestyle and attitude toward life he dreamed of.

Oops, talking about dreams again? Stop it!

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