Returning to the office, Zhao Heng's mood was still a bit unsettled. After all, Sun Xinxin's situation was completely different from the patients he had previously dealt with.

This was a case of deep coma that even the Mayo Clinic was helpless against, the patient in a persistent vegetative state.

As soon as Zhao Heng entered, Xu Man Ni impatiently asked, "I heard that Sun Xinxin is coming in?"

"Yes, she's being transferred tomorrow."

Zhao Heng nodded. It wasn't surprising; Xu Man Ni always had reliable information.

"Was Old Gao calling you for this issue?"

Xu Man Ni asked again.

"Yes."

Zhao Heng nodded again.

"This case is quite tricky. I heard that after Sun Xinxin's injury, the committee immediately transferred her to the Mayo Clinic for treatment. Even then, after three months of all possible treatments there, Sun Xinxin has not yet awakened."

Xu Man Ni said with a worried expression.

Sun Xinxin, among the young athletes within the country now, has high popularity. After all, she won the gold medal at last year's Winter Olympics, bringing glory to the country.

As for this year's competition, compared to the Winter Olympics, it was just a warm-up for Sun Xinxin's preparation for the next Winter Olympics. That's why her injury this time garnered so much attention.

"The recovery of brain function and consciousness is at the forefront worldwide. Even the Mayo Clinic's research progress in this area is not significantly ahead of ours."

Zhao Heng said slowly.

For other disciplines, there is indeed a large gap between the domestic and the Mayo Clinic.

But for brain function and consciousness recovery, which has only emerged as a field in recent years, everyone is pretty much on the same level.

This presents an opportunity for Zhao Heng or Eastern Hospital.

Whether this opportunity can be seized depends on fortune.

"Yes, indeed."

Xu Man Ni nodded.

She most admired Zhao Heng's current uplifting and confident demeanor.

"How are things on your side?"

Zhao Heng asked Xu Man Ni.

"Are you referring to applying for the position? The head nurse is retiring in six months, so it's still early."

Xu Man Ni said.

For the head nurse competition this time, she is determined to win.

After all, if this opportunity is missed, it's hard to tell when the next chance will come.

Overall, the hospital's positions, whether department heads or head nurses, have very long tenures.

If she doesn't seize this opportunity now, even with Xu Man Ni's connections, it's unclear whether a position will become available.

"Mm, you should start preparing early."

Zhao Heng nodded. He was pleased to see Xu Man Ni compete for the head nurse position.

Between him and Xu Man Ni, it's destined that Xu Man Ni isn't going to be a typical wife who stays home to support her husband.

For a top-tier hospital like Eastern Hospital, the operating room department is extremely critical. To compete for the head nurse of the operating room, not only should one's academic qualifications and professional skills be outstanding, but also strong support from behind is essential.

Obviously, these are not lacking for Xu Man Ni.

The two chatted for a while longer, and then Zhao Heng went to the ward.

Zhao Heng first visited the middle-aged uncle who narrowly escaped death and was still very weak.

"Doctor."

Seeing Zhao Heng arriving, the plump middle-aged woman sitting by the bed immediately stood up and greeted him.

After spending a day in the hospital, the middle-aged woman realized that Zhao Heng at Eastern Hospital was highly sought after, the most skilled in handling complex and critical cases.

It could be said that her husband meeting Zhao Heng this time was a stroke of luck.

"Mm."

"How do you feel?"

Zhao Heng nodded at the middle-aged woman and routinely asked the middle-aged uncle.

"Okay, just feeling a bit weak."

The middle-aged uncle responded somewhat tiredly.

A few hours earlier, when he woke from the anesthesia post-surgery, his first feeling was fear.

He had worked hard to build such a fortune and hadn't had the chance to enjoy it much. If he were to die for such a ridiculous reason, he'd become a laughingstock.

So, he was tremendously grateful to Zhao Heng, the doctor who saved him.

"Doctor... I... in the future..."

After pausing, the middle-aged uncle hesitantly asked.

"What's wrong? What do you want to ask?"

Seeing the uncle's hesitant and stammering appearance, Zhao Heng felt odd, unsure of what he meant to ask.

"Doctor, is my function still there?"

The middle-aged uncle decided to go for it, enduring his embarrassment to ask.

His wife glared at him first. He just narrowly escaped death; shouldn't he be more concerned about maintaining his health?

Why was this the first question he wanted to ask upon waking?

Listening to this, the woman felt a bit infuriated.

"Uh..."

Even though Zhao Heng was somewhat prepared, the uncle's question left him stupefied.

To think that, having just escaped death, he would be more concerned with whether he's still "able" than with taking care of his health...

This uncle was certainly incorrigibly a playboy, deserving of the title as a philanderer.

"For now, you need to focus on recuperating well. After an aortic tear operation, you can't do any activities that might cause a sudden spike in blood pressure for at least a year."

Zhao Heng thought and carefully suggested to the middle-aged uncle.

He's right; after surgery for a torn aorta, even though the artery was repaired during the procedure, the vessel wall isn't as strong as before the rupture.

If one were to engage in vigorous activity, it could lead to another tear.

This time, the uncle was lucky; it's uncertain if he could survive should it happen again.

"Doctor, what would happen if I did?"

Hearing Zhao Heng's words, the middle-aged uncle concernedly pursued further.

"After an aortic tear operation, even though the torn artery was repaired during the procedure, the vessel wall isn't as strong as before the rupture. If one were to engage in vigorous activity, it could lead to another tear. Should a tear occur again and there aren't timely interventions, there could be imminent life-threatening risks."

Zhao Heng frankly explained the prognosis of an aortic tear operation.

His words could be seen as advice.

"Alas..."

After hearing Zhao Heng's words, the middle-aged uncle immediately felt deflated.

"Damn it, Wang Haijin, is that all you ever think about?!"

Seeing the uncle's dejected look due to the inability to do "that" for a year, the plump woman shouted angrily.

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