CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 43: AUDITING

Two days later.

AM.

In a classroom at Boya Medical College,

the lecture being given now is by Professor Huang Guangyu, a Mount Tai in the field of anesthesiology, and the subject is clinical anesthesia.

Sitting in the back row, Zhao Heng felt a strange sensation; he had clearly left the campus less than a year ago, yet returning to listen to lectures gave him an inexplicable sense of the passage of time.

"Students, in this class, we will focus on the effects of anesthesia on brain function. This part of the content is very important, and I will also introduce some of my research results in this area, as well as some cutting-edge international information, so please take good notes."

Professor Huang Guangyu, with silver hair yet still full of vigor, stood at the podium and began the lecture with a strong voice.

Upon hearing Professor Huang Guangyu speak, Zhao Heng perked up. He hadn’t expected that his first time sitting in on a class would allow him to absorb such valuable information; it was truly worthwhile.

Thinking this, Zhao Heng took out his notebook, prepared to listen attentively.

This was all valuable information, which simply couldn’t be heard anywhere else.

As he listened, Zhao Heng became enthralled; it must be said that professors capable of writing textbooks deliver lectures that are thorough yet engaging, lively and vivid, making it hard to resist the allure.

It turns out that acquiring new knowledge can be such a joyful process.

Having once been a student who crammed until he was exhausted, Zhao Heng finally enjoyed the happiness of learning.

Especially listening to Professor Huang Guangyu’s lecture, Zhao Heng could correlate the key points with Gao Jun’s experiences in his mind, which deepened his understanding and elevated his level.

As Zhao Heng listened earnestly, a white light cluster suddenly fell from the old professor, even brighter than the last "Perfect Skill" light cluster from Huang Jincheng.

With a thought, Zhao Heng absorbed the exceedingly bright white light cluster.

"Ding! Obtained [Clinical Anesthesia (Master Level)]."

Master Level?

This was the first time Zhao Heng had picked up a Master Level light cluster.

Soon, Zhao Heng absorbed and integrated this light cluster.

Indeed, this was a knowledge-type light cluster. After merging the Master Level clinical anesthesia, Zhao Heng felt his knowledge, vision, and perspective in this field were entirely different from before.

It was like upgrading from a rifle to a cannon.

These old professors are the true pillars of support!

A class lasted only forty minutes, but Zhao Heng felt it went by quickly. Even as the first lecture ended, he was still immersed in the professor’s teachings and felt somewhat unsatisfied.

"Alright, students, that’s the end of the first class. We’ll take a fifteen-minute break before continuing with the next lecture. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

The professor quickly announced the end of class and offered to answer questions.

However, to the old professor’s disappointment, as usual, no one came up to ask any questions; the students below were either chatting or playing on their phones, as if the lecture was the professor’s solo show.

At this moment, Zhao Heng was pondering a key point from the professor’s lecture and, hearing this, he got up. He walked to the podium and asked the professor: "Professor, I would like to ask, after general anesthesia, will it affect the patient’s cognitive brain function; is this impact temporary or long-term?"

"Hmm, your question is very deep. This student looks unfamiliar, are you a visiting student?"

The old professor, upon hearing Zhao Heng’s question, thought for a moment and realized it was very profound, not something typically asked by current students.

"Professor, I work in the anesthesiology department at Eastern Hospital and graduated nearly two years ago."

Zhao Heng replied truthfully.

"Eastern Hospital, anesthesiology department? You’re here to attend lectures during your break time?"

Hearing Zhao Heng’s response piqued the old professor’s curiosity.

Although visits to sit in were not unprecedented, it was the first time he encountered a working doctor attending lectures.

"Yes, Professor."

Zhao Heng nodded.

"Hmm, not forgetting to study once you’re working, very good. This is the spirit of lifelong learning. Eastern Hospital’s anesthesiology department? No wonder you’re here attending classes."

The old professor pondered and said to Zhao Heng.

No wonder he’s attending classes?

Hearing this from the professor, Zhao Heng’s expression turned somewhat peculiar; did the professor think little of Eastern Hospital’s anesthesiology department?

"Eastern Hospital only recently began establishing its anesthesia and perioperative center, so it’s somewhat weaker in this regard, which is quite normal. Hmm, let me answer your previous question..."

The old professor explained slightly and began patiently addressing Zhao Heng’s question.

Afterwards, based on his actual experience in anesthesia, Zhao Heng asked several more questions, and the professor answered each one.

"Student, what is your name? How long have you been at the Eastern Hospital anesthesiology department? Who is your teacher?"

After this exchange, the old professor greatly appreciated Zhao Heng. To him, this young person had a solid foundation, and most importantly, had rich experience.

He couldn’t imagine who in the industry could train such an outstanding young person.

"Professor, my name is Zhao Heng, I have been in the anesthesiology department at Eastern Hospital for less than a month, and my teacher is Gao Jun. Have you heard of him?"

Zhao Heng responded truthfully.

"A month? You’ve reached this level in just a month?"

The old professor said, somewhat surprised.

"Yes."

Zhao Heng nodded; there was no reason to lie about such a thing, and whether it was really one month could easily be checked by asking someone from the Eastern Hospital operating room.

"Then your teacher is very capable. Let me think, Gao Jun, Gao Jun. I remember now! It seems he’s the unpromising son of old Gao!"

The old professor suddenly recalled that Gao Jun seemed to be the only son of his old friend.

Cough cough..

Unpromising son...

Hearing the professor’s comment on Gao Jun, Zhao Heng didn’t quite know how to respond.

"Professor, Teacher Gao treats me quite well...moreover, Teacher Gao is about to become the deputy director of the anesthesiology department."

Zhao Heng couldn’t help but defend his teacher a little.

"That kid is aiming for management, that’s what unpromising people do; never mind, we won’t talk about that kid. Xiao Zhao, what’s your education level?"

The old professor nonchalantly shook his head, continuing to ask.

"Professor, I have a bachelor’s degree."

Zhao Heng answered.

"A bachelor’s degree, at Eastern Hospital, is somewhat low. Xiao Zhao, come take my graduate program. Although I haven’t taken graduate students for a long time, you seem quite good."

The professor considered and said. As someone from the older generation, there’s nothing more he likes to see than diligent, polite, and talented young people like Zhao Heng.

The older generation still places a great value on succession.

"Professor, I am currently taking certification exams; entering a graduate program would be something I consider afterwards."

Zhao Heng considered and said; he found out that a bachelor’s degree was indeed insufficient at Eastern Hospital, and he planned to address his academic qualifications after this period.

"Are you getting your anesthetist certification? That’s also good; having that certification is quite advantageous in the current hospital climate."

The old professor appeared to be well-versed with the industry, knowing the current demand for anesthesiologists.

"Xiao Zhao, I’ll reserve a spot for you; whenever you want to enroll, you are welcome to do so."

The old professor added after a pause, unwilling to miss out on such a talent like Zhao Heng.

"Thank you, Professor."

Zhao Heng nodded, speaking very politely.

Interestingly, ever since he was young, Zhao Heng had always had the favor of his elders. At school, teachers treated him well, and at home, he was the beloved grandson to his grandparents.

Coupled with Zhao Heng’s own exceptionally high professional quality, it’s no wonder the old professor was instantly impressed upon meeting him.

Indeed, compared to the back-row students who sleep during lectures and suddenly become energetic after class, the old professor’s appreciation for Zhao Heng was entirely justified.