Next, Zhao Heng willingly got involved in the work of cultivating and differentiating neural stem cells.

However, Zhao Heng's performance increasingly surprised Li Hongwei, because he found it was one thing for Zhao Heng to be strong in theoretical knowledge, but how could his practical hands-on skills be so strong as well?

Where did he hone such skilled operation techniques in a laboratory?

"Xiao Zhao, which lab have you worked in before? Renhe or Boya?"

Li Hongwei asked Zhao Heng with some curiosity.

He wondered which large lab Zhao Heng must have been in, otherwise, he wouldn't have developed such skilled operational techniques. This is the first lab at Yanjing University School of Life Sciences, where many instruments are extremely advanced and rare, unavailable elsewhere.

"Um... Professor, I haven't worked in either of those labs, just participated in some experiments in school."

Zhao Heng said slowly.

"Xiao Zhao, what is your educational background?"

Li Hongwei then thought to ask Zhao Heng about his education. Previously, he subconsciously assumed Zhao Heng was at least a doctorate holder. But seeing Zhao Heng so young, probably only twenty-four or twenty-five, it's clear he couldn't be a PhD at this age.

"Currently, I'm an undergraduate, preparing for the graduate entrance exam."

Zhao Heng said.

"Undergraduate?..."

Li Hongwei completely did not expect that Zhao Heng, who conversed so deeply and congenially with him, would only have a bachelor's degree.

Are today's undergraduates this outstanding, with such a level?

Why haven't I discovered such remarkable undergraduates?

Li Hongwei couldn't help but think to himself.

"Xiao Zhao, who did you apply to for your graduate studies?"

Li Hongwei asked again.

Upon hearing that Zhao Heng was still an undergraduate but had already applied for graduate studies, he felt somewhat regretful. If Zhao Heng could apply to be his graduate student, it would be fantastic.

But thinking about it, he knew such an excellent young person wouldn't choose something as simple as his lab.

"It's Professor Huang Guangyu from Boya Medical College."

Zhao Heng said.

Speaking of his teacher, Zhao Heng still held a great deal of respect in his heart.

In Zhao Heng's mind, Old Huang is impeccable in every aspect.

"Old Huang? Hmm, not bad. Old Huang is a pioneer in anesthesiology in our country, and you are a doctor in the anesthesiology department, that's excellent."

Upon hearing it was Professor Huang Guangyu, Li Hongwei immediately nodded and said.

The medical biology circle is small, and figures like Old Huang, who are as esteemed as Mount Tai and Northern Dipper, are known to pretty much everyone, or are at least familiar with one another.

"However, Xiao Zhao, have you considered pursuing another degree? I have a project group here, regarding Multipotent Stem Cell Preparation Technology. With your current capabilities, you can completely assume the role of a researcher in this project group. Of course, this wouldn't affect your graduate studies with Old Huang."

After pausing for a moment, Li Hongwei deliberated seriously as he spoke.

Since Zhao Heng had already chosen a graduate mentor, it wasn't appropriate for him to intervene, but retaining talent isn't just limited to offering graduate positions.

The Multipotent Stem Cell Preparation Technology project he had was a national-level key project. Participating in the research for such a project would be a significant boast on a resume.

Moreover, having Zhao Heng as an assistant of this caliber would significantly accelerate his research progress.

"Multipotent Stem Cell Preparation Technology?"

Upon hearing Li Hongwei's mention of the project, Zhao Heng felt it sounded very promising.

"Indeed, this project will attempt to use small-molecule compounds to reverse the 'developmental clock,' allowing somatic cells to regain pluripotency. If subsequently pure small-molecule compounds can be used to induce human somatic cells to transform into multipotent stem cells, then this achievement could win the highest scientific and technological award."

Li Hongwei continued.

Of course, he was saying this to pique Zhao Heng's interest in the project.

"If you can join, I'll handle all the formalities."

Seeing Zhao Heng somewhat intrigued, Li Hongwei continued to encourage him.

"Well, then I'll trouble you, Professor."

Zhao Heng thought for a moment, joining such a project group is an excellent opportunity, he had no reason to refuse.

Moreover, currently working on Sun Xinxin's neural stem cell cultivation differentiation requires Professor Li Hongwei's assistance.

Although Zhao Heng already had many commitments and might struggle to manage all, time can always be squeezed like milking a cow; squeeze a bit more and you can always get a little.

The busy schedule isn't a bother, it's the lack of busyness that is.

"Alright, great."

Li Hongwei was very pleased to see Zhao Heng agree readily.

With talent like Zhao Heng joining, his project was sure to progress significantly.

In the research field, the leading effect is very prominent. The impact of possibly a hundred mediocrities can't compare to that of one genius.

Next, with Zhao Heng's cooperation, the cultivation progress of the neural stem cells suddenly increased. Professor Li Hongwei estimated that the first batch of neural stem cells would be cultivated in two days.

This timing aligned perfectly with Zhao Heng's plan, as injecting the neural stem cells into the human body requires time to take effect. Leaving a week for observation would be ideal.

At twelve o'clock, Zhao Heng enjoyed a long-awaited student meal in the Yanjing University cafeteria then returned to the hospital.

At half past two in the afternoon.

Gao Jun's office, anesthesiology department.

Zhao Heng and Gao Jun sat in the office, a tea table in front had already brewed tea.

"How's the progress today?"

Gao Jun routinely asked.

These days, Zhao Heng was running between Yanjing University and the hospital, also had no choice; exceptionally hard anesthesia cases at the hospital required Zhao Heng's expertise.

"It's expected that the first batch of neural stem cells will be cultivated in two days."

Zhao Heng said calmly.

"What? Two days? I just communicated with Professor Li Hongwei yesterday, didn't he say it would take at least four to five days?"

Gao Jun was very surprised to hear Zhao Heng say this.

This cultivation for Sun Xinxin's neural stem cells was essentially a cooperative trial between Eastern Hospital and the Yanjing University School of Life Sciences, and everyone was paying close attention to it.

Gao Jun, naturally, was monitoring the progress at all times.

"Well... I had a bit of an influence that shortened the progress."

Zhao Heng said modestly.

"You also know how to regulate cell fate?"

Gao Jun was wide-eyed looking at Zhao Heng, at a loss for words.

What Zhao Heng referred to as a bit of influence was likely more than just a little.

"I learned a bit under Professor Li Hongwei, didn't expect I'd be able to use it."

Zhao Heng said calmly.

It seemed as though he wasn't talking about studying highly demanding techniques under the country's top professors, but rather watching someone make popcorn on the street and then trying it himself.

"This..."

At this moment, Gao Jun's feelings were indescribable.

Zhao Heng's performance repeatedly exceeded his expectations.

However, this is a good thing.

Encountering Zhao Heng indeed counted as finding a great treasure.

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