In the office.

Zhao Heng poured a cup of tea for Old Huang, and the two sat on the sofa.

It had been a long time since Zhao Heng had seen Old Huang. Ever since Old Huang went to attend the World Anesthesia Conference and got detained for some reasons, Zhao Heng had not seen Old Huang. It was only during the last video meeting that they finally met once.

Although it had been some time since they last met, there was no sense of unfamiliarity between the old and the young.

"Xiao Zhao, you've made a lot of progress recently."

Old Huang smiled kindly and said to Zhao Heng, looking at him with eyes full of appreciation.

"Teacher, to be honest, I feel I'm still far behind."

Hearing Old Huang's words of praise, Zhao Heng felt warm inside, but he was not particularly pleased.

After all, the farther Zhao Heng walks on the path of medicine, the more problems he can't solve.

"The road ahead is long and steep; I will keep searching high and low. You're still young, take it slow."

Seeming to understand what Zhao Heng was thinking, Old Huang encouraged him.

"Teacher, is the opposition in the academic world between the East and the West really so serious?"

Zhao Heng asked his inner doubts. Ever since he learned about Sun Xinxin's treatment at Mayo Clinic, such a question had arisen in Zhao Heng's mind.

After all, for a hospital, being able to cure a patient, the means used isn't always important.

But this time, Mayo Clinic postponed Sun Xinxin's treatment after her mother refused the highly risky deep brain stimulation treatment, which made Zhao Heng inevitably think of other things.

"More serious than you can imagine. Let me put it this way, most of the papers published by our doctors are not recognized or acknowledged over there."

Old Huang said solemnly.

In recent years, there have been frequent incidents of academic fraud in the country, particularly severe in the medical field. Doctors, in order to be promoted, are forced to engage in various types of academic fraud, which makes the domestic academic field, especially in medicine, not trusted at all by top medical institutions like the Mayo Clinic.

"No wonder they didn't give Sun Xinxin stem cell treatment; it's because stem cell therapy is a project we are focusing on researching."

Zhao Heng finally understood.

Academic conflicts can be compared to conflicts of belief, making them the most intense of all conflicts.

Where there are people, there are rivalries, and the whole international medical field is the largest arena.

The medical market is an unimaginably huge cake, containing astronomical interests.

For the same disease, different treatment methods occupy the market in a mutually exclusive relationship.

"Actually, I suggested early on that Sun Xinxin return to the country for treatment, but for various reasons, it was delayed until now."

Old Huang said with some regret.

In the country, he is a leading authority in anesthesiology, but abroad, especially from the perspective of places like Mayo Clinic, he is just an ordinary academic professor.

"Teacher, it's good that you're back."

Zhao Heng said sincerely.

With Zhao Heng absorbing a massive amount of experience and skills from various doctors, his comprehensive level has also improved, but with higher levels come higher-level troubles. For new ideas, like cutting-edge field technologies, he hardly finds anyone to discuss with.

Although among the people he knows, Liu Ziang is an absolute genius, he has only reached the pinnacle in the field of neurosurgery. In other fields, Liu Ziang only has a general understanding.

Now that Old Huang is back, Zhao Heng has found someone he can communicate and progress with.

After all, the most advanced skills and experience Zhao Heng possesses were almost all picked up and integrated from Old Huang.

"For the nerve stem cell transplant for Sun Xinxin, we must start as soon as possible. For these two days, put other things aside and try to come up with a treatment plan early on."

Old Huang looked at Zhao Heng with relief and instructed him.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Zhao Heng's achievements today owe a lot to him, but only Old Huang knows what a genius Zhao Heng is. When he truly grows up, he is sure to amaze the world.

"Hmm, I understand, Teacher."

Zhao Heng nodded.

According to seniority, he should be calling Old Huang "Grandteacher," since Gao Jun is his teacher and Old Huang is Gao Jun's teacher. So, calling him "Grandteacher" would be appropriate.

But in modern society, there's no such term as "Grandteacher," so all he could call him was "Teacher."

"I have a slot for a combined master's and doctoral program. Come by someday to sign up for it."

Old Huang looked at Zhao Heng and said.

In Old Huang's view, Zhao Heng's current level is adequate, but his bachelor's degree is indeed a bit low. Therefore, enhancing his academic qualifications is necessary.

However, although it's a combined master's and doctoral program, the doctorate is generally applied for in the second year of the program, which means Zhao Heng must go through the regular graduate exam process.

"I'm confident you'll have no problems with the professional courses and foundational subjects. But for the two public courses, politics and English, you'll need to put in some effort."

After a pause, Old Huang reminded him again.

He didn't want the special slot he reserved to go unfilled just because Zhao Heng failed the public courses; that would make a huge joke.

The current graduate entrance exams are completely different from before.

In the past, the admission rate for graduate entrance exams was about 30%.

But this year, the Ministry of Education announced that the number of applicants for the national master's degree exams reached 4.57 million, breaking 4 million and 4.5 million for the first time. Compared with last year's 3.77 million, it increased by 800,000, setting a new historical record.

More crucially, the admission rate for graduate exams has not increased but decreased. Compared with last year's admission rate of about 30%, this year's rate is only 24%.

The increase in applicants but fewer admissions is enough to show how competitive the exams have become now.

In previous years, just a little effort was needed to get into a graduate program.

But now, those who get in must put in significant effort, especially those who get into 985, 211 universities' graduate programs—they are truly the cream of the crop.

"Hmm, no problem."

Zhao Heng nodded confidently.

He was already a top student, so politics and English aren't issues at all.

As for the professional courses, there's even less of an issue.

What is a challenging exam for others is basically effortless for him.

"Once you officially enroll, take on a position as a teaching assistant at the academy. It will be good for your future."

Old Huang added.

To become a leading figure in the medical field, clinical experience alone is not enough; you must have research, especially academic status, and also a teaching position in a medical university, which is a necessary path.

"Teacher, if I'm a teaching assistant, I might not have much time to go."

Zhao Heng said with some difficulty.

"Who says you need to report to school every day? Just spend a few days during midterms, finals, or major teaching events."

Seeing Zhao Heng looking troubled, Old Huang couldn't help but laugh heartily.

This young man, what others can't wait to do, turns out to be a burden for him.

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