Doctor: I picked up attributes in the hospital

Chapter 44
Two days later.

nine in the morning.

Boya School of Medicine, in a classroom,

It is Professor Taishan-Huang Guangyu who is teaching anesthesiology at the moment. This class is clinical anesthesiology.

Sitting in the back row, Zhao Heng had a strange feeling. He had been away from the campus for less than a year, but when he returned to the campus to attend lectures, Zhao Heng felt an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes.

"Students, in this class, we will focus on the impact of anesthesia on brain function. This part is very important, and I have introduced some research results in this area, as well as some international cutting-edge information. Students please take notes."

Professor Huang Guangyu, who was already full of silver hair, but still looked hale and hearty, stood on the podium and began to give lectures with great vigor.

Hearing Professor Huang Guangyu speak, Zhao Heng was shocked. He didn't expect that he could hear such important dry goods when he came to listen for the first time. This is really the right time.

Thinking of this, Zhao Heng took out his small notebook and concentrated on preparing for the lecture.

These are all dry goods, and you can't hear them at all in other places.

Hearing this, Zhao Heng was fascinated. It has to be said that a professor who can write a textbook can teach in simple terms and with vivid images, which makes people want to stop listening.

It turns out that the process of accepting new knowledge can be so pleasant.

Zhao Heng, who memorized and vomited in school, finally enjoyed the joy of studying at this moment.

Especially after listening to Professor Huang Guangyu's class, Zhao Heng was able to find the corresponding points one by one from the integration of Gao Jun's experience in his mind. This correspondence deepened Zhao Heng's understanding and improved his understanding. level.

While Zhao Heng was listening to the lecture carefully, a white light ball suddenly fell from the old professor's body. The brightness of this light ball was even brighter than the last time when the perfect skill fell from Jin Cheng's body.

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

"Ding! I found [Clinical Anesthesiology (Master)]..."

Master level?
This is the first time Zhao Heng picked up a master-level light group.

Soon, Zhao Heng absorbed and fused the light group.

Sure enough, this is a light group of knowledge, which combines master-level clinical anesthesia. Zhao Heng feels that the amount of knowledge, vision and vision in this area are completely different from before.

This is simply a shotgun change.

These old professors are the real pillars of the sky!
A class is only four or 10 minutes, but Zhao Heng felt that it passed quickly. Until the end of the first class, Zhao Heng was still immersed in the professor's lecture, and he still felt a little unfinished.

"Okay, students, this is the end of the first class. Take a 15-minute break and continue to the next class. If you have any questions, you can come up and ask me."

The professor quickly announced the end of the get out of class and told the students to ask questions.

However, what disappointed the old professor was that, as usual, no one came up to ask any questions at all. Looking at the students below, they were either chatting or playing with their mobile phones, as if this class was the old professor's one-man show .

Zhao Heng was thinking about the main points of an old professor's lecture at the moment. Hearing this, he stood up, walked to the side of the podium, and asked the old professor: "Professor, I want to ask, after general anesthesia, will you Will it affect the patient's brain cognitive function, is this effect short-term or long-term?"

"Well, your question is very in-depth. This classmate looks a little strange to you, is it a transfer?"

When the old professor heard Zhao Heng's question, he thought about it for a while, and found that Zhao Heng's question was very in-depth, and it didn't seem like a student could ask it.

"Professor, I work in the Anesthesiology Department of Dongfang Hospital and have graduated for almost two years."

Zhao Heng said truthfully.

"Dongfang Hospital, Department of Anesthesiology? Classmate, you came to attend the class during the break, right?"

Hearing what Zhao Heng said, the old professor became even more curious.

It's not like he didn't come to attend before, but this was the first time he met a doctor who was already at work and also came to attend lectures.

"Yes, Professor."

Zhao Heng nodded.

"Well, it's good that you don't forget to study even after working. You just need to have such a habit of lifelong learning. Anesthesiology Department of Dongfang Hospital? No wonder you came to attend the class."

The old professor thought for a while and said to Zhao Heng.

No wonder you came to the class?

Hearing what the old professor said, Zhao Heng's expression suddenly became a little strange. Could it be that the anesthesiology department of the Dongfang Hospital is looked down upon by the old professor?
"Dongfang Hospital has only recently started to build an anesthesia and perioperative center. It's normal to be weak in this area. Well, classmate, let me answer your question just now."

The old professor explained a little, and began to answer Zhao Heng's questions patiently.

Next, Zhao Heng asked a few questions based on his experience in actual anesthesia, and the old professor answered them all one by one.

"Student, what's your name? How long have you been in the Anesthesiology Department of Dongfang Hospital? Who is your teacher?"

After the exchange at this meeting, the old professor already admired Zhao Heng very much. In his opinion, this young man has a very solid foundation and the most rare thing is that he also has a lot of experience.

He never imagined that no one in the industry could train such an outstanding young man.

"Professor, my name is Zhao Heng. I have been in the Anesthesiology Department of Dongfang Hospital for less than a month. My teacher is Gao Jun. Have you heard of it?"

Zhao Heng said truthfully.

"One month? You have reached this level in one month?"

The old professor said with some surprise.

"Yes."

Zhao Heng nodded. There is no need to lie about this kind of thing, and it's only been a month. Find someone in the operating room of the Eastern Hospital and you will know after a little understanding.

"Then your teacher is very good. Let me think about it, Gao Jun, Gao Jun. I remember! It seems to be Lao Gao's ineffective son!"

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

cough cough. .

Incompetent son. .

Hearing the old professor's evaluation of Gao Jun, Zhao Heng didn't know how to answer.

"Professor, Mr. Gao is very kind to me...and Mr. Gao is going to become the deputy director of the anesthesiology department."

Zhao Heng couldn't help defending his teacher.

"That kid wants to go to management, he just wants to go to management if he is not good at it. Forget it, let's not talk about that kid. Xiao Zhao, what education do you have?"

The old professor shook his head indifferently, and continued to ask.

"Professor, I'm an undergraduate."

Zhao Heng replied.

"Undergraduate education is a bit low in Dongfang Hospital. Xiao Zhao, come and take my postgraduate exam. Although the old man hasn't brought a graduate student for a long time, you are not bad."

The old professor pondered for a while and said, as a person of the older generation, what I like most is to see Zhao Heng's hardworking, polite and talented young people.

People of the older generation still attach great importance to inheritance in their hearts.

"Professor, I'm studying for a certificate recently. If I apply for a graduate student, I may not consider it until later."

Zhao Heng thought for a while and said, he also discovered during this time that a bachelor's degree is not enough in Dongfang Hospital, and he is still planning to find a way to solve the education problem after this period of time.

"Are you taking the anesthesiologist's certificate? That's fine. If you get this certificate, it will be very popular in the current hospital."

The old professor obviously has a good understanding of the industry and the scarcity of anesthesiologists.

"Xiao Zhao, then I'll keep it for you. As long as you want to take the exam, come and take the exam at any time."

After a pause, the old professor said again that he really didn't want to miss Zhao Heng's talent and beauty.

"Thank you Professor."

Zhao Heng nodded and said politely.

It's strange to say that since childhood, Zhao Heng's relationship with elders has been very good. At school, the teacher was kind to him. In his hometown, his grandparents, grandparents, and grandchildren who love him the most are also him.

Coupled with Zhao Heng's extremely high professional quality, it's no wonder that the old professor was delighted when he saw it.

No, compared to those students in the back row who slept on the table in class and were lively after class, it was normal for the old professor to appreciate Zhao Heng so much.

(End of this chapter)