"That's true, after all, you've followed them for so many years."

Upon hearing Gao Jun's words, Zhao Heng pondered and said, such things are indeed hurtful.

I treat you like a mentor, but you treat me like a tool. Who can endure this for a long time?

"Though Li Yang is experienced, you can rely on him clinically, but in other areas, you have to handle it yourself."

Gao Jun added.

What he meant was that Li Yang was a veteran in the workplace, and in terms of workplace management, Zhao Heng certainly couldn't match his experience.

Often, you have to make your own decisions; otherwise, you might be led astray.

As the saying goes, you must not intend to harm others, but you must be wary. In Gao Jun's view, Zhao Heng is undeniable in professionalism; even he feels left in the dust in terms of technical skills.

However, there are many shortcomings in dealing with people and workplace dynamics. The most critical thing is that Zhao Heng has risen too quickly, unable to accumulate experience gradually.

Therefore, in this respect, he has to offer Zhao Heng some guidance.

"I understand, teacher."

Zhao Heng nodded; this point raised by Gao Jun was something he was slowly realizing. Although technical experience could be improved through systematic gains, dealing with people and workplace experience must be slowly acquired from lessons learned. This is not something a system can help him with.

"Today, work a bit harder and come up with a treatment plan. Over in H Country, things have likely exploded by now, and if we can provide an effective treatment plan at this critical time, it will be good for the hospital and for us."

Gao Jun instructed Zhao Heng again.

He also knew that Zhao Heng hadn't really rested lately, especially these past two days, working essentially nonstop for twenty-four hours straight in high-intensity, tense conditions.

But Gao Jun had no other choice. This is the reality of being a doctor. In hospitals, there's a saying: women are treated like men, and men are treated like beasts of burden. This is the tough reality for hospital doctors.

"I don't mind the hard work, but teacher, haven't you also not rested these past two days?"

Zhao Heng truly didn't feel too tired. With his current fitness and stamina, it would take at least three days and nights of continuous work to tire him out.

I have to admit, this system is indeed considerate. Being a doctor requires having a resilient body; otherwise, one might die young before enjoying the benefits of being a doctor.

"Just get through these days. These days, everyone is tired. Even the hospital director hasn't rested since yesterday."

Gao Jun said, honestly acknowledging that the Fusarium infection patients were the most urgent matter for Eastern Hospital now, making rest impossible. For Eastern Hospital, it's a crisis and a challenge but also an opportunity.

If Eastern Hospital can handle this well, its reputation in the medical community will be greatly boosted, and its influence will increase.

However, if the matter isn't handled properly, the consequences could be very serious.

"Mm."

Zhao Heng nodded. At times like these, no one has it easy, but fortunately, once these days are over, things will be better.

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

Zhao Heng was sitting in the office writing a treatment plan when Li Yang entered with a metal case.

"Dr. Zhao, the stabilizer has been retrieved."

Li Yang placed the case on the office table and said to Zhao Heng.

His head was dripping with sweat, looking as if he had rushed back.

"Ah, thank you for your hard work."

Zhao Heng nodded, seeing Li Yang's sweaty appearance, knowing that he rushed back in haste.

In this respect, at least Li Yang's work attitude is impeccable.

However, having been in emergency for more than ten years, he knows very well how to present himself in a new place.

"Dr. Zhao, let me take care of the ward; you and Dr. Liu should go get some rest."

Li Yang suggested to Zhao Heng. In fact, Li Yang hadn't expected to encounter the emergency Fusarium infection situation in Zhao Heng's ward. For a doctor, this situation was quite contradictory, both dreading and hoping for such occurrences.

It's a dilemma.

"I'm fine; I need to finish a treatment plan here. I'd appreciate it if you could watch over the ward patients, Dr. Li."

Zhao Heng looked at Li Yang, knowing he's an experienced attending doctor, making Zhao Heng feel assured with him overseeing the ward.

"Okay."

Upon hearing Zhao Heng's usual manner, Li Yang couldn't help but sigh in relief.

Before coming to this ward, his greatest worry was that, back then, he and Zhao Heng knew each other. At that time, Zhao Heng was merely a surgical equipment assistant, struggling hard.

Meanwhile, he was a senior attending doctor in the emergency department, trusted by the head. In the eyes of all emergency doctors, his promotion to deputy head was a certainty.

He once believed it too, yet year after year, three to five years passed, each year with hope, but every year it was unfulfilled.

And every year, what Song Siming told him was the same, to continue working hard, just a little more, just a little.

Now, Li Yang finally understood what he was lacking—initiative! He lacked initiative!

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