Doctor: I picked up attributes in the hospital

Chapter 128 Two Words You Should Never Say When You Are on the Night Shift
After lunch, Zhao Heng was in the anesthesiologist's office preparing to continue his liver thesis.

"On Perioperative Brain Function and Consciousness Recovery"

Looking at the title of the thesis just opened, Zhao Heng took a sip of coffee and continued to work on the thesis.

The paper written by Zhao Heng can be said to have a very high gold content. The technology described here is not only very cutting-edge, but also has guiding and forward-looking significance.

Once sent out, the most basic is an SCI paper with an impact factor of 6.0 or higher.

Before Zhao Heng thought about solving the problem of academic qualifications, this paper just happened to be Zhao Heng's stepping stone in the academic world.

After applying for Huang Lao's postgraduate entrance examination, this thesis can be used as a thesis during the postgraduate period. At that time, Zhao Heng will not need to spend too much time on postgraduate studies.

Maybe there will be a combined master's and doctoral degree, and at that time, I will be able to study together with the Ph.D.

However, at this time, Zhao Heng estimated that it would take at least two years.

There is no way, the standard for the general master-doctorate program is five years, the first two years are for the master's study, and the last three years are for the doctoral stage.

In the past two years, the future time can be compressed to the greatest extent.

If it is less than two years, then the gold content of this Ph.D. degree will really become a class for a certain day.

Nine p.m.

Zhao Heng finally typed out the last word of the thesis and completed the thesis.

In order to finish writing the thesis as soon as possible, Zhao Heng even ordered takeaway for dinner.

Seeing this paper full of gold that he wrote, Zhao Heng couldn't help feeling a strong sense of accomplishment in his heart.

It has to be said that the sense of accomplishment in starting a career is also addictive.

After sorting it out, Zhao Heng sent the paper to Liu Ziang's mailbox.

This was agreed before, once Zhao Heng's thesis was written, he would send it to Liu Ziang for reading.

After distributing the thesis, Zhao Heng rested for a while, and was about to pack up his things and go back when the phone rang suddenly.

After picking up the phone, Zhao Heng found out that it was Liu Ziang.

"Student, haven't you gone back yet? Come talk outside your head, I'm on the night shift."

As soon as the phone was connected, Liu Ziang's hearty voice came from the other end of the phone.

"How do you know I didn't go back?"

Zhao Heng asked with some doubts.

"I saw that the IP you sent the email to is in the hospital. Okay, I've finished the supper, come quickly."

Liu Ziang said again.

I don't know when Zhao Heng became very familiar with Liu Ziang.

Liu Ziang, who was very cold in front of others, was very cheerful when he got along with Zhao Heng, as if he had released his nature.

Could this be the true face of the Great God?

Sometimes Zhao Heng couldn't help thinking.

"it is good."

Zhao Heng also readily agreed.

To be honest, communicating with Liu Ziang is indeed smoother than other people, and Liu Ziang's level is indeed much higher than that of other people in the hospital.

Putting down the phone, Zhao Heng quickly came out of the operating room and came to the brain surgery department.

Arriving at the office of the deputy director of brain surgery, as soon as he entered, Zhao Heng saw that the coffee table in the office was filled with midnight snacks, including crayfish, roast beef and mutton skewers, and iced cola.

Looking at the dazzling array of suppers, Zhao Heng was a little dazed.

"Sit down and eat, I don't know what you like to eat, so I just ordered some."

Sitting on the sofa, Liu Ziang, who was seriously studying Zhao Heng's thesis with a laptop, saw Zhao Heng's dazed look, and couldn't help smiling and saying hello to him.

"You bought all these? You, a deputy director, are on duty, and you still have this spare time?"

Zhao Heng sat down on the sofa very familiarly, and said to Liu Ziang with some doubts.

"Of course it's not me. I asked my graduate students to buy it."

Liu Ziang said with a smile.

"Uh...you really know how to instigate people..."

Zhao Heng said helplessly.

Liu Ziang is the deputy director of brain surgery at Dongfang Hospital and an associate professor of Boya Medical College. He is a serious academic leader who can lead graduate students.

However, it is a bit wasteful for graduate students to use this method.

"Okay, go to Boya and ask, whose graduate students can get [-] living allowances every month."

Liu Ziang said.

Although he has high requirements for graduate students, and can even be said to be strict, he has also fought for a lot of things for students.

He is a person with a cold face and a warm heart.

However, in front of Zhao Heng, this "face" is not cold anymore.

"alright."

Seeing Liu Ziang like this, Zhao Heng even wondered if the person in front of him was the same person as the cold academic god he had previously imagined.

However, Zhao Heng still picked up a skewer of beef, rolled it up, ate a bite of beef skewer, and drank another sip of iced cola. It felt so good!

It's strange to say that Zhao Heng knew so many doctors as an anesthesiologist, but he hit it off with Liu Ziang the most.

In just a few short months, the two of them became acquainted as if they were old friends who had been together for decades.

Actually speaking, this is not surprising.

After Zhao Heng picked up and integrated the skills and experience of a doctor like Dongfang Hospital, his level can be said to be at the peak of all young doctors in Dongfang Hospital.

As a result, ordinary doctors, in Zhao Heng's view, are always almost ready.

Only a true genius like Liu Ziang can keep up with his thinking.

Of course, in Liu Ziang's view, Zhao Heng is also an extremely rare genius who can keep up with his thinking.

It is said that the heights are too cold, this person is too talented, and it is inevitable that he will lack someone to communicate with, which is why the two hit it off so much and cherish each other.

"Not bad, not bad, your paper is really well written, and you can have eight points of my skills."

Liu Ziang praised Zhao Heng's paper while reading it, but it sounded like he was praising himself.

"Eight points..."

Hearing Liu Ziang's words, Zhao Heng was speechless.

However, maybe Liu Ziang was telling the truth.

Zhao Heng was able to pick up various experience skills from various doctors, but among these experience skills, there was no such thing as writing a thesis.

Maybe the system doesn't regard this as a skill. As a doctor, what's the use of just being able to write papers? !
As for Liu Ziang, who has been leading graduate students for several years, he is of course better than Zhao Heng in writing thesis.

"Where are you going to send it?"

Liu Ziang asked again.

"This paper covers some content of brain and anesthesia. I haven't decided which subject to publish."

Zhao Heng said with some confusion that in terms of academics, his understanding is still very limited.

"It's fine if the two are together. If you have anything to think about, I'll recommend it to you."

Liu Ziang said indifferently.

"Can it still be like this?"

Hearing what Liu Ziang said, Zhao Heng felt as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Of course, some papers also cover three or four subjects, and they are all published together."

Liu Ziang said.

"That's fine."

Zhao Heng nodded.

"Well, I'll polish it up for you, and I'll leave the published things to me."

Liu Ziang was particularly concerned about Zhao Heng's affairs, probably because of the sympathy for both geniuses.

"Okay, we're done talking about work, let's have a late-night snack."

Liu Ziang put down his laptop and said with a smile.

It is also a great joy in life to be able to talk freely with friends and confidants, eat snacks and drink Coke together.

Liu Ziang is such a casual person.

As for being cold and serious in front of other people, that's just because of the needs of work.

"You brain surgeon, you usually have such a free time? Do you still have time for supper?"

Zhao Heng killed several crayfish without stopping, and said to Liu Ziang while wiping his hands.

"Bah, bah, when you're on duty, don't talk about leisure. You don't know, on the night shift, the word "leisure" is the most taboo!"

When Zhao Heng said this, Liu Ziang immediately said as if he was furious.

This month it was his turn to be on the night shift, and the nights were full, and they were all working all night.

It's hard to be free tonight, there is no emergency room, and you can have a supper, read papers and chat, but Zhao Heng started to talk like a crow.

"Uh... just talking casually, it's not so clever..."

Zhao Heng saw Liu Ziang's hairy appearance, so he couldn't help saying hesitantly.

This Liu Ziang hadn't spoken yet, when a male resident doctor ran in from outside the office, he was taken aback when he saw Liu Ziang and Zhao Heng who were eating supper, but he quickly reacted, and hurriedly said to Liu Ziang: "Liu Ziang Director, there was a car accident on National Highway 412, and a patient with severe brain injury has been sent over there, and the emergency department asked you to go to the emergency department for consultation."

As soon as the male resident doctor said this, Zhao Heng's expression froze instantly.

"I told you not to say those two words!"

"Come on, come with me for a consultation. If you want to stay up late for surgery, the anesthesia will be yours!"

Liu Ziang said to Zhao Heng angrily.

Just like that, Zhao Heng was dragged to the consultation as if Liu Ziang caught a strong man. .

(End of this chapter)