3:00 PM.

Office of Neurosurgery, Liu Ziang.

Sitting on the sofa in Liu Ziang's office, Zhao Heng sipped handcrafted coffee, finally feeling a bit relaxed.

The reason for coming to Neurosurgery was a consultation here, also about nanotherapy for brain tumors. After the consultation, Zhao Heng came to Liu Ziang's office to unwind a bit.

Seeing Zhao Heng's relaxed demeanor, Liu Ziang couldn't help but smile and said to Zhao Heng, "You've been under a lot of pressure this time, haven't you? Being the son of the richest man, after all."

"When am I not under pressure..."

Hearing this, Zhao Heng rolled his eyes at Liu Ziang and said.

To be honest, he wasn't looking for stress on purpose, but Eastern Hospital is, after all, the top hospital in the country, and the chance of encountering rare diseases is much higher than in other hospitals.

"That's true, you're almost becoming a full-time firefighter now."

Liu Ziang chuckled and said.

The rare disease patients Zhao Heng handled might be ones some doctors would never encounter even once in their lifetime, but now all of them have come to Zhao Heng, and it's hard to say if that's good luck or bad luck.

"While I'm young, I should try to do as much as I can. I'm afraid when I get older, life will be so comfortable that I won't have the drive I have now."

Zhao Heng said slowly. He knew that with his current level and career, in just three to five years, he could achieve what most doctors couldn't in their lifetime, and by then, wealth and status would naturally follow.

At that time, whether he could maintain his current motivation and drive was really uncertain.

"So what exactly do you want to achieve?"

Hearing Zhao Heng say something rare like this, Liu Ziang couldn't help but curiously ask.

He always believed that a rare genius like Zhao Heng must have grand ambitions in his heart.

"At the very least, win a Nobel Prize."

Zhao Heng thought for a moment and said.

With an external system in place, if he couldn't even win a Nobel Prize in his lifetime, he wouldn't be better than a native earthling, and that would indeed be too much of a failure.

Therefore, he has always strived to maintain his enterprising spirit, lest a comfortable life dulls his ambition and aspirations.

"Wow! Your goal is really small."

Liu Ziang couldn't help but chuckle and tease.

If it were someone else making such bold statements in front of him, he would have shown them the door long ago. But with Zhao Heng saying it, Liu Ziang inexplicably felt that Zhao Heng had a high chance of achieving this goal.

The Nobel Prize has always been a sore point for our country's scientists. It's not just an award; it represents the highest level of scientific research in the world, and most importantly, it's acknowledged globally.

"Currently, I'm still a bit away from the Nobel Prize level, so I need to work harder."

Zhao Heng said earnestly.

Actually, during this time, he already felt the bottleneck, or rather the system limitations.

That is, even with the integration of all the skills and experiences from Eastern Hospital's doctors, his level could be considered the pinnacle attainable by domestic doctors, but this level is still not enough to solve the major challenges currently faced by the medical community.

AIDS, cancer, and some genetic diseases are unaddressed century-old conundrums.

So, if Zhao Heng wants to improve from this domestic peak level, he must look for breakthroughs externally.

Imagine if he could pick up and integrate all the experiences and skills from dozens of medical and physiological Nobel Prize experts, it would be equivalent to him truly standing at the pinnacle of biology and medical research, surpassing all medical and biological scientists.

At that time, he could tackle these century-old challenges one by one!

Of course, this is just Zhao Heng's current idea. As of now, he must first complete this anesthesiology assistant medical software to at least achieve financial freedom.

"Then you've got your work cut out for you."

Although Liu Ziang acknowledged that Zhao Heng had already reached a high level, it's precisely because he knew Zhao Heng's level had reached such a height that he understood that after reaching the summit, climbing higher and making progress is a very challenging task.

"At least I have a direction to strive towards."

Zhao Heng smiled and said. He had to feel fortunate that he chose medicine as his profession; if he had chosen another field, this system might have been used to cultivate a different career.

In contrast, healing the sick and saving lives still remains the most ideal profession in Zhao Heng's heart.

Although many people today are disappointed with the medical profession, if one could achieve what Zhao Heng did, curing numerous rare diseases and achieving financial freedom, many people would likely still choose to become a doctor.

Moreover, even now, despite the difficulties in the medical profession, many people continue to persevere.

"If you really cure the richest man's son, everyone will probably have to line up to see you."

Liu Ziang added.

Although in a top national hospital like Eastern Hospital and as a top neurosurgeon, Liu Ziang had seen many dignitaries, treating someone at the level of the richest man was indeed a first.

It seems odd that for fields like neurosurgery and cardiac surgery, whenever bigwigs or their families fall ill, they often choose to seek treatment abroad.

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