After lunch, Zhao Heng was in the anesthesiologist's office ready to continue the liver thesis.

Looking at the title of the paper he had just opened, Zhao Heng took a sip of coffee and continued to work the paper.

The paper written by Zhao Heng can be said to have a very high gold content, and the technology described in it is not only very cutting-edge, but also quite instructive and forward-looking.

Once it is issued, it is the most basic, and it is also a SCI paper with an impact factor of 6.0 or above.

Zhao Heng had thought about solving the problem of academic qualifications before, and this paper happened to be a stepping stone for Zhao Heng in the academic world.

After applying for Huang Lao's graduate school, this paper can be used as an outcome paper during the graduate school, and at that time, Zhao Heng will not have to spend too much time on graduate studies.

Perhaps, there will be a master's and doctor's degree in succession, and when the time comes, I will be able to read it together with the doctorate.

However, this time, Zhao Heng estimates, it will take at least two years.

There is no way, the standard for the general master's and doctoral studies is five years, the first two years are master's studies, and the last three years are doctoral studies.

These two years are already the time that can be compressed to the greatest extent.

In less than two years, the gold content of this doctorate degree has really become a category of one day.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Zhao Heng finally typed the last word of the paper and completed the paper.

In order to finish the paper as soon as possible, even for dinner, Zhao Heng ordered takeout to solve it.

Seeing the paper he had written, Zhao Heng couldn't help but feel a strong sense of accomplishment in his heart.

I have to say that this sense of accomplishment in a career is also addictive.

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

This was said before, as soon as Zhao Heng's paper was written, it was sent to Liu Ziang to read.

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

Picking up the phone, Zhao Heng found that it was Liu Ziang.

"Brother, haven't you gone back yet? Let's talk about it, 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'm not back?"

Zhao Heng asked with some confusion.

"As soon as I saw that the IP you sent the email was in the hospital, okay, I'm done with supper, come on."

Liu Ziang said again.

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

Liu Ziang, who is very cold in front of others, is very cheerful when he gets along with Zhao Heng.

Could this be the true face of the great god?

Zhao Heng sometimes couldn't help but think.

"Okay."

Zhao Heng also readily agreed.

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

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

When he arrived 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 full of supper, including crayfish, roast beef, roast mutton, various skewers, and ice cola.

Looking at this dazzling array of suppers, Zhao Heng was a little stunned.

"You sit down and eat, I don't know what you like to eat, so I just called a little." ”

Liu Ziang, who was sitting on the sofa and was holding a laptop to seriously study the paper written by Zhao Heng, saw Zhao Heng's stunned appearance, and couldn't help but smile and greet him.

"You bought these? You have a deputy director on duty, and you still have this idle time? ”

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

"Of course it's not me, let my graduate students buy it."

Liu Ziang smiled and said.

"Ugh.

。 You're really good at directing people.

Zhao Heng said helplessly.

Liu Ziang is the deputy director of the brain department of the East Hospital and an associate professor of the School of Liberal Arts Medicine.

However, this usage of graduate students is really a bit wasteful.

"Okay, you go to Boya and ask, whose graduate students can have a living allowance of two thousand eight per month."

Liu Ziang said.

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

He is a cold-faced and hot-hearted man.

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

"Okay."

Seeing Liu Ziang's appearance, Zhao Heng even wondered if the person in front of him and the cold academic god in his previous impression were the same person.

However, Zhao Heng still picked up a skewer of beef, picked it up, ate a bite of beef skewers, and drank a sip of ice Coke, which felt cool!

It is strange to say that Zhao Heng knows so many doctors in anesthesia, but he is the most close to Liu Ziang.

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

Actually, it's not surprising.

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

This leads to the fact that ordinary doctors, in Zhao Heng's opinion, are always almost hot.

Only a true genius like Liu Ziang can keep up with his train of thought.

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

It is said that the height is unbearable, this person is too talented, and it is inevitable that there will be a lack of communication partners, which is why the two are so close to each other and cherish each other.

"Yes, yes, your paper is really good, you can have my eight-point foundation."

Liu Ziang praised while reading the paper written by Zhao Heng, but it sounded like he was praising himself.

"Eight points.

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

However, maybe Liu Ziang is really telling the truth.

Zhao Heng can pick up all kinds of experience and skills from various doctors, but among these experience skills, there is no such thing as writing a thesis.

Maybe the system doesn't take this as a skill, as a doctor, what's the use of just writing papers?!

And Liu Ziang has been leading graduate students for several years, and in terms of thesis writing, of course, he is better than Zhao Heng.

"Where are you going to send it?"

Liu Ziang asked again.

"This paper covers some content of brain science and anesthesia, and I haven't figured out which discipline to send yet."

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

"It's okay for the two of you to do it together, if there's anything to think about, I'll recommend it to you."

Liu Ziang said disappreciatively.

"Can it still be like this?"

Hearing Liu Ziang say this, Zhao Heng was like discovering a new continent.

"Of course, some papers cover three or four disciplines, and they are all sent together."

Liu Ziang said.

"Okay then."

Zhao Heng nodded.

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

Liu Ziang is particularly concerned about Zhao Heng's affairs, probably because of this kind of sympathy for fellow geniuses.

"Okay, we're done with work, let's have supper."

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

Being able to talk freely with your confidants and friends, and eating supper and drinking Coke together is also one of the great joys of life.

Liu Ziang is such a casual person.

As for the coldness and seriousness in front of other people's eyes, it is only because of the needs of work.

"You're a brain surgeon, you're usually so idle? Still have time for a late-night snack? ”

Zhao Heng killed several crayfish non-stop, wiped his hands, and said to Liu Ziang.

"Phew, when you're on duty, don't say anything idle. Don't you know, on night shift, the most taboo to say the word leisure!"

As soon as Zhao Heng said this, Liu Ziang immediately said like a furious man.

This month, it was his turn to work the night shift, and it was all night and night, and it was all all night.

Finally be more free tonight, there is no emergency, you can have a supper, look at the papers and chat or something, but Zhao Heng is starting to crow's mouth.

"Ugh.

It's just a matter of talking, it's not that spiritual.

Zhao Heng couldn't help but say with some hesitation when he saw Liu Ziang's fried appearance.

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

As soon as the resident male doctor's words came out, Zhao Heng's expression instantly froze.

"Don't say those two words!"

"Let's go, follow me to the consultation, if you want to stay up late for surgery, the anesthesia will be yours!"

Liu Ziang said to Zhao Heng angrily.

In this way, Zhao Heng was caught by Liu Ziang and dragged to the consultation.

Doctor: I'm picking up properties at the hospital.

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