"Dr. Zhao, I'll leave it to you then."

Wei Tong looked at Zhao Heng and said, although there was a way, performing high-level block anesthesia on the patient in front of him wasn't something an average anesthesiologist could do.

It's no wonder he's become the talk of the hospital, a renowned young talent!

Seeing Zhao Heng, Wei Tong couldn't help but sigh.

In a place like a hospital, reputations are hard to fake. Whether someone is competent or not becomes clear as soon as they step into the operating room.

"Alright."

Zhao Heng nodded. Although it was challenging, for him right now, it was manageable.

An hour later.

Operating room.

On the operating table lay the patient who had been pre-medicated and in a semi-conscious state, and Zhao Heng was about to perform high-level epidural block anesthesia.

Beside Zhao Heng stood Ding Minjun, the surgical instrument nurse for this operation, and behind him was Wei Tong.

To be honest, Wei Tong had seen this kind of high-level block anesthesia before, but the anesthesiologists capable of performing it were almost always in their forties. He'd never seen someone like Zhao Heng in his early twenties capable of doing it.

Standing next to Zhao Heng, Ding Minjun felt even stronger emotions.

In the operating room, she and Xu Man Ni were always compared, but regardless of family background, looks, figure, or temperament, in everyone's mind, Ding Minjun vaguely seemed inferior to Xu Man Ni.

This made Ding Minjun very resentful.

Lately, her frustration intensified, and the reason was Zhao Heng.

Women tend to compare themselves to others, and more importantly, they compare their men to others.

Watching Zhao Heng seriously locating the puncture site, looking mature, stable, and handsome, and then thinking of Xu Man Ni, Ding Minjun suddenly felt a pang of bitterness.

"Puncture needle."

Zhao Heng quickly and skillfully identified the location for the puncture and spoke to Ding Minjun standing beside him.

"...Oh...Alright."

Ding Minjun, who was lost in thought, immediately responded to Zhao Heng's words and handed him the puncture needle.

Seeing this scene, Wei Tong couldn't help but smile slightly.

Although he thought Zhao Heng was quite skilled, he was a bit surprised that he found the ideal puncture site so quickly.

Medicine is an experiential discipline, and improving one's skills requires continually accumulating experience. As far as he knew, Zhao Heng had only been practicing anesthesia for a month or two.

Could there really be such practical geniuses in the world?

One must know that choosing the puncture site is not simple; it directly determines the success of the anesthesia.

The angle of needle insertion directly affects the position and release of the anesthetic drug through the catheter.

If the catheter leans to one side, it might result in single-sided anesthesia, or worse, if the catheter mistakenly enters the intervertebral foramen, anesthesia would only block a few spinal nerve roots, which has happened before.

Moreover, for an elderly patient like this, undergoing a puncture anesthesia once is already challenging, so the operation needs to be incredibly accurate and successful in one attempt.

Zhao Heng took the puncture needle from Ding Minjun, steadied himself, stabilized the skin with his left hand, and precisely and expertly inserted the needle at the determined spot.

Whoosh!

The puncture needle penetrated the ligament and entered the epidural cavity. At that moment, Zhao Heng heard this extremely faint sound.

Yes.

The position is correct, and the resistance feeling is just right.

Zhao Heng thought to himself.

"You can inject the drug now."

Zhao Heng held the puncture needle securely and spoke to Ding Minjun standing beside him.

Huh?

It's done just like that, so straightforward?!

Ding Minjun looked dazed. To be honest, she'd assisted or seen countless pre-surgery anesthesia procedures during her time as an instrument nurse, but she'd never seen a puncture done so decisively, efficiently, and accurately.

But she quickly responded, removing the inner part of the puncture sheath and connecting the syringe filled with anesthetic to the puncture needle.

"Inject rapidly, understand?"

Zhao Heng held the puncture needle and instructed Ding Minjun again.

The reason Zhao Heng chose to inject the anesthetic rapidly was that the larger the volume of the drug and the faster the injection speed, the wider the block range would be, and the better the effect.

"Alright."

Ding Minjun nodded. At this moment, the confidence and calmness exuded from Zhao Heng gave her the impression that he was already a seasoned chief surgeon.

The anesthetic quickly infused completely.

Next, Zhao Heng performed several tests for anesthesia depth, which showed excellent results.

Moreover, the patient's heart rate, blood pressure, breathing, and carbon dioxide levels were all normal.

This indicated that the pre-surgery anesthesia effect on the difficult patient lying on the operating table had reached the best possible level.

"Professor Wei, we can start the surgery."

Zhao Heng glanced at the vital signs monitor and spoke to Wei Tong.

"Alright, thank you, Dr. Zhao."

Wei Tong exhaled and nodded to Zhao Heng.

The hardest part, anesthesia, was complete. The upcoming part was just a routine digestive surgery, not very challenging for a seasoned attending surgeon like Wei Tong.

Wei Tong then led two resident doctors, Zhang and Wang, to start the surgery.

Shortly after the surgery began, a familiar white light cluster appeared in front of Wei Tong, although it was somewhat small and not very bright.

Seeing this, Zhao Heng willed it, and the white light cluster in front of Wei Tong transformed into a stream and entered Zhao Heng's mind.

[Ding! Acquired Mastery of Cholecystectomy]

Quickly, Zhao Heng assimilated the surgical experience obtained from this acquisition.

Well, it was just a simple cholecystectomy. After merging this surgical experience, Zhao Heng essentially reached the skill level of Wei Tong in performing cholecystectomies.

Better than nothing, I suppose.

Zhao Heng thought to himself.

This surgery wasn't difficult for Wei Tong, especially since the toughest anesthesia part was already handled by Zhao Heng, so the surgery proceeded smoothly.

The surgery wasn't complex, so the instrument work was also managed by resident doctors Zhang and Wang under Wei Tong's guidance.

This left Ding Minjun feeling somewhat bored standing by.

She glanced at Zhao Heng sitting aside, arms crossed, looking calm and already showing the demeanor of a medical expert, and felt a pang of bitterness.

Why? Why does Xu Man Ni get all the good things!

"Dr. Zhao, your puncture work is truly excellent. Of all the doctors I've seen performing punctures in the operating room, yours is the best — accurate and swift."

Ding Minjun looked for something to say.

Uh?

Accurate and swift?

Zhao Heng, who was focused on monitoring the patient's vital signs, suddenly felt strange upon hearing Ding Minjun's comment.

The others in the operating room also showed a mix of odd expressions upon hearing this remark.

"Dr. Zhao, do you practice a lot in your free time?"

Ding Minjun asked again.

"...Uh..."

Zhao Heng nodded perfunctorily, realizing he wasn't very familiar with Ding Minjun.

Back when he was in charge of instruments, nurses like her wouldn't even acknowledge someone like him. Now, every word she said was addressed politely as 'Dr. Zhao.'

Life truly is unpredictable.

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