Shortly after, Gao Jun also arrived. Seeing Zhao Heng looking exhausted with bloodshot eyes, he said to him, "Another all-nighter last night?"

"Yes, a neurosurgery operation."

Zhao Heng nodded. Actually, his body wasn't too tired. At least, ever since he got the golden finger, his stamina and physical strength had significantly improved. But the mental exhaustion was undeniably real.

"You've worked hard. After the shift, get some rest as soon as possible."

Gao Jun said.

He understood why Zhao Heng was so fatigued. It's because whenever Zhao Heng was on a night shift, no matter what kind of tricky and critical patients there were, only Zhao Heng could handle it.

He also wanted to lighten Zhao Heng's burden, but grooming another Zhao Heng was virtually impossible.

This is how it is in the current hospital departments. There are only a few doctors who can handle any situation, and usually, it's fine, but when a big case comes along, they have to step up.

"Teacher, I've finished writing the paper on the effects of anesthesia on organs."

Zhao Heng sighed and said.

This paper is not only lengthy, but it also demands high data standards. That was why he took so long to write it.

On one hand, he had to collect and process so much data, and on the other, writing a paper isn't like writing a novel where you can make things up on a whim.

Especially Zhao Heng's paper, once it's published, many doctors might use it as a clinical application guide. If the data is incorrect, it would be more than just misleading others.

"Oh? It's done?"

Gao Jun, who had been eagerly anticipating Zhao Heng's paper, was a bit happy when he heard it was finished.

"Yes, I've combined it with some real cases, and the data analysis is complete."

Zhao Heng nodded.

"Good, have you decided which journal to submit it to?"

Gao Jun asked.

"I'm planning to submit it to Anesthesia."

Zhao Heng said. He had decided this long ago.

Anesthesia is a highly authoritative and professional SCI journal in the international anesthesia field.

"Okay, have Professor Huang review it first, and then ask him for a recommendation. It shouldn't be a problem."

Gao Jun thought for a moment and said.

Professor Huang Guangyu is a member of the International Anesthesia Committee, and recommending such a paper shouldn't be an issue.

This is the advantage of having a mentor. If you had to do everything on your own, you would take a lot of detours.

"If the paper receives good feedback, you can start working on the clinical handbook prematurely."

Gao Jun added after a pause.

If Zhao Heng can develop a clinical manual based on the current paper, it would significantly boost the influence of anesthesia and perioperative centers.

For both Zhao Heng and himself, this would be beneficial.

"If I start the clinical manual now, isn't it too soon?"

Zhao Heng thought for a moment and said.

Although he also wanted his paper to be used as a clinical manual, such things must be done step by step.

Moreover, at Eastern Hospital, Zhao Heng was already quite prominent.

"It doesn't affect us; we should just focus on our work, regardless of what others say."

Gao Jun encouraged Zhao Heng.

He clearly understood Zhao Heng's concerns. If Zhao Heng became too prominent too quickly, it might seem too fast.

But with him and Professor Huang backing Zhao Heng, it wasn't an issue.

"Alright, I'll start preparing then."

Zhao Heng nodded. Since Gao Jun said so, it indicated that it was feasible. Gao Jun's considerations were much more profound than Zhao Heng's.

In this aspect, Zhao Heng still had a lot to learn.

Before long, after the morning meeting ended, Zhao Heng left the hospital and returned home.

When he got home, he saw that it was already half past nine.

As soon as Zhao Heng entered, seeing him with bloodshot eyes and unable to hide his fatigue, Zhao's mother said with deep concern, "Why did you stay up all night again? Son, shouldn't you talk to the management? Why do they always make you pull all-nighters? How can your body handle this?"

"Making money in big hospitals isn't easy!"

Zhao's father said with some sigh.

Although their son attended a prestigious university, stayed in a big city after graduation, and even brought them here, the money in big cities was earned with one's life!

"Dad, Mom, I'm fine. I just need some rest."

Seeing his parents looking at him with deep concern, Zhao Heng reassured them.

Speaking of his body, with the system-enhanced physical fitness he had now, he could handle three days and nights without rest. But the mental exhaustion couldn't be relieved easily.

As someone from humble beginnings, if he didn't push himself, how could he find his place in the life battlefield of North City?!

"Dad, how's the search for a store going?"

Zhao Heng sat on the sofa and asked his father, who was having morning tea.

"Don't mention it. It was hard enough to find a suitable place, but the landlords are asking skyrocketed rents. Son, we underestimated this matter."

Zhao's father said.

"Take your time looking."

"By the way, Dad, there's a food street next to our hospital with ready-to-use stalls."

Zhao Heng realized that finding a store to open a shop in North City wasn't as simple as it seemed.

However, he suddenly remembered the food street near the hospital he often visited. There were already developed stalls, which were apparently much simpler than finding a storefront.

"Stalls? Will people eat there?"

Hearing what his son said, Zhao's father was somewhat moved and continued to ask.

"There's no shortage of foot traffic. Every day, lots of hospital staff and patient families go there to eat."

Zhao Heng said.

"I think our son's idea is feasible. I said from the beginning that finding a storefront in such a big city isn't simple at all. Now with this stall, we can test the waters first, and that's just right."

Zhao's mother nodded in agreement with what her son said.

She knew that her husband had always wanted to open a shop. After all, he had spent his life researching culinary skills and wanted to put them to use.

"Yeah, we can try it. If we do well with the stall, perhaps we can open a shop in the future."

Zhao's father thought for a moment and nodded.

Honestly, he had confidence in his cooking skills.

Not to mention anything else, the different types of noodles, how to make broth, and the preparation of toppings, he had spent his life researching these.

Moreover, he and his wife doing something could ease some burden off their son.

Having the family together and working hard, there's nothing better than that.

Zhao's father had also noticed Zhao Heng's work status during this time. Almost every time there was a night shift, he worked through the night. So while earning money in a big city is lucrative, it's also hard-earned.

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