The next day.

8:40 AM.

Just after the morning meeting, Zhao Heng was called to the office by Gao Jun.

Inside Gao Jun's office.

"Xiao Zhao, why didn't you tell me earlier about the pilot for neural stem cell therapy? It's such a great opportunity!"

Sitting down, Gao Jun exclaimed happily to Zhao Heng.

"Professor Li Hongwei mentioned that some preparations are still needed, so I thought I would wait until things were finalized before mentioning it."

Zhao Heng replied.

"This neural stem cell therapy pilot is a good project, and it complements awakening therapy perfectly."

Gao Jun nodded. The fact that this project from Yanjing University School of Life Sciences could land at the Anesthesia and Perioperative Center was a godsend for the newly established center. Although it's just a pilot, it shows that the Anesthesia and Perioperative Center now has strong technical capabilities.

This Zhao Heng, is truly a lucky charm!

Gao Jun couldn't help but think.

"Xiao Zhao, I'll apply for project funding from the hospital. Once it's approved, you can take the lead, and we'll conduct some research of our own."

After a pause, Gao Jun added after thinking for a moment.

Now that we've established a connection with this top-tier research institution, we should take full advantage of this opportunity and focus on scientific research. Even if we don't achieve anything groundbreaking, boosting our reputation and status is still beneficial.

"Conduct research?"

Zhao Heng thought Gao Jun's ambitions were a bit too far-reaching. Currently, the Anesthesia and Perioperative Center was short-staffed and barely met the hospital's routine anesthesia needs, leaving little manpower or energy for research.

"Yes, even though we're short on staff, it's good to prepare technically."

Gao Jun said with a smile.

"Moreover, neural stem cells have broad applications, not just in awakening therapy, but also in treating sequelae of spinal cord injuries and strokes. Conditions like cerebral hemorrhage and cerebral thrombosis sequelae can be treated with neural stem cells. Once the technology matures, even Parkinson's disease and motor neuron disease can be treated with neural stem cells."

Pausing, Gao Jun continued to imagine.

"If we can indeed treat Parkinson's and motor neuron disease, the center might become internationally recognized."

After hearing this, Zhao Heng also felt a surge of inspiration, sensing immense potential.

"Exactly, plus stem cell therapy is universal and applicable in other fields as well."

Gao Jun replied with a smile.

Just as Zhao Heng was about to continue speaking, Tian Zhen rushed in from outside.

"Xiao Tian, what's the matter?"

Seeing Tian Zhen's urgency, Gao Jun couldn't help but ask.

Seeing Tian Zhen like this, Zhao Heng knew it must be a patient transfer.

"Is there a patient transfer?"

Zhao Heng asked Tian Zhen.

"Yes, a patient was transferred from a lower-tier hospital. The emergency department said they couldn't handle it and sent the patient to the ICU, but the ICU claimed they hadn't handled such a patient before."

Tian Zhen replied somewhat helplessly.

The center ward was supposed to serve as a backup for the emergency and ICU, but now it seemed any challenging patient they couldn't handle was sent here.

"What? Even the emergency and ICU refused?"

Zhao Heng was shocked, wondering what kind of patient it was that even these experienced departments dared not treat.

"Let's go and take a look."

Zhao Heng promptly stood up and said to Tian Zhen.

"Teacher, I'll head over first."

Zhao Heng said to Gao Jun.

"I'll go with you. I'm curious to see a patient that both the emergency and ICU refused."

After hearing Tian Zhen, Gao Jun was also intrigued about what kind of patient even these departments wouldn't accept.

Soon, Zhao Heng, Gao Jun, and Tian Zhen arrived at the ward.

As soon as they entered, Zhao Heng saw on the transport bed a girl who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old.

Hiss!

Just looking at the girl's face, Zhao Heng gasped.

He could guarantee that in his medical career, he had never seen such a horrifying sight.

Because on the girl's face, at the position of her right eye, there was a grayish-red, papaya-sized bulge, resembling an enlarged eyeball, with clear pupils and blood vessels visible. This massive bulge nearly occupied half of the girl's face.

The girl's face was pale, and she looked as if she was in pain and distress.

Seeing this ghastly scene, Gao Jun was also taken aback.

Beside the transport bed stood a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing glasses, with a distressed and weary expression.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Heng asked the emergency doctor, Wang Tao, standing nearby.

"Dr. Zhao, the patient was transferred from a lower-tier hospital. They hadn't seen such a tumor before and only provided symptomatic treatment."

Wang Tao explained briefly.

Hearing this, Zhao Heng furrowed his brow, realizing that essentially nothing was known about the case.

However, in his years of practice, he had never encountered such a patient either.

"I understand. Leave it to me."

Zhao Heng frowned but accepted the challenging case.

Being transferred from a lower-tier hospital indicated that there wasn't a place willing to take on this patient.

If they didn't accept here, the patient might have nowhere else to go.

In some sense, this was the patient's last hope.

"Okay."

Wang Tao nodded as if granted amnesty and immediately left.

He didn't want to linger any longer. This patient posed a challenge that few doctors at Eastern Hospital could manage.

"Doctor, can we be admitted?"

After Wang Tao left, the distressed middle-aged man approached Zhao Heng with trepidation and asked.

Ever since his daughter contracted this strange illness, he had been taking her to different doctors, only to be turned away each time with advice to seek help elsewhere.

So, right now, he was extremely anxious and desperate. If the young doctor in front of him refused, he truly wouldn't know where to take his daughter for treatment.

"Let's admit her first."

Seeing the man's distraught expression, Zhao Heng nodded.

"Alright, thank you, doctor."

The middle-aged man was immediately filled with hope and gratitude when he heard this.

Just the promise of admission nearly brought him to tears after such a grueling journey seeking treatment for his daughter.

It goes to show, in life, health is the most precious thing.

Everyone is born with a 'perfect score,' and health is that vital '1.' Without health, nothing else can be discussed.

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