After a while, Gao Jun also came, and when he saw Zhao Heng's tired face and red eyes, he said to him, "Last night was an all-nighter again?"

"Well, an extracerebral operation."

Zhao Heng nodded, in fact, his body was not too tired, at least after having the golden finger, his endurance and physical strength had been greatly improved, but this mental exhaustion was real.

"It's hard work, let's go to rest early after the next shift."

Gao Jun said.

He also understood why Zhao Heng was so tired, it was because as long as Zhao Heng was on the night shift, no matter what tricky critical and critical patients there were, only Zhao Hengshang could take it.

He also wanted to reduce Zhao Heng's burden, but cultivating another Zhao Heng was simply impossible.

The departments of the hospital are like this now, there are only a few doctors who can be on top in any situation, usually fine, but when they encounter a big job, they must be on.

"Teacher, I have written a paper on the impact of *** objects on organs."

Zhao Heng said with a sigh of relief.

This paper is not only very long, but also has high data requirements, which is why he has been writing for so long.

On the one hand, it is necessary to collect and process so much data, and on the other hand, writing a paper is not writing, and the head starts to make up randomly.

Especially Zhao Heng's paper, maybe after it is published, there will be many doctors who will use this paper as a clinical application guide, once the data is wrong, it will not only be a problem for misleading people's children.

"Oh? Got it?"

Hearing Zhao Heng say that the paper was written, Gao Jun, who had been looking forward to Zhao Heng's paper, said with some joy.

"Yes, combined with some actual cases, the data analysis has also been done.

Zhao Heng nodded.

"Well, that's good, have you figured out what journal to publish?"

Gao Jun asked.

"Preparing to distribute 'Anesthesiology'."

Zhao Heng said that this was something he had thought about a long time ago.

"Anesthesiology", that is, in the field of international anesthesia, is a very authoritative and professional SCI journal.

"Well, your paper, first find Huang Lao to review it, and then ask Huang Lao to recommend it, it's not a big problem."

Gao Jun thought for a while and said.

Professor Huang Guangyu is a member of the International Commission on Anesthesiology, and it is not a big problem to recommend such a paper.

This is the advantage of having a teacher, if you do everything yourself, it will take a big detour.

"If the response to the release of the paper is good, you can do the clinical manual in advance."

After a pause, Gao Jun said again.

If Zhao Heng can publish a clinical instruction manual on the basis of the current paper, then the influence on the anesthesia and perioperative center will be very great.

Whether it is for Zhao Heng or for him, this is a good thing.

"Wouldn't it be too quick to do a clinical manual now?"

Zhao Heng thought for a while and said.

Although he also wants to write his own paper as a clinical guidebook, this kind of thing needs to be done step by step.

Besides, in Dongfang Hospital, Zhao Heng is now good enough.

"No, we do ourselves, no matter what others say."

Gao Jun encouraged Zhao Heng and said.

Obviously, he knew what Zhao Heng's concerns were, if Zhao Heng himself was so out of position, it might be too fast.

But with him and Huang Lao behind him, this is not a problem.

"Well, okay then, I'll get started."

Zhao Heng nodded, since Gao Jun said so, it shows that this thing can be done, and Gao Jun's consideration of the problem is far more far-reaching than Zhao Heng.

In this regard, Zhao Heng still has a lot to learn.

After a while, after the morning meeting ended, Zhao Heng also came out of the hospital and returned home.

When he returned home, Zhao Heng saw that it was already half past nine.

As soon as Zhao Heng entered the door, he saw Zhao Heng, whose eyes were red and he couldn't hide his tiredness, Zhao's mother said very distressedly: "Why did you stay up all night again, son, do you want to talk to the leader, why do you always let you stay up all night, how can your body stand it if you go on like this."

"It's not easy to earn money from this big hospital!"

Father Zhao said with some emotion.

Although my son went to a prestigious university and stayed in a big city after graduation, and now he has brought them all, but the money in this big city is earned with his life!

"Dad, Mom, I'm fine, just take a rest."

Zhao Heng saw the second elder with a distressed face, and comforted the second elder and said.

Speaking of physicality, with his now systematically strengthened physical fitness, he can stand it for three days and three nights, but this mental exhaustion will not be relieved for a while.

As a pure grassroots, if you don't fight like this, how can you find your own place in a life Shura field like Beishi?!

"Dad, how's the store going?"

Zhao Heng sat on the sofa and asked Zhao's father, who was drinking morning tea.

"Don't mention it, it's hard to find a suitable location, but the landlords are all lions with big mouths. Son, let's make this matter simpler."

Zhao's father said.

"Just take your time."

"By the way, Dad, there is a food court next to our hospital, and there are ready-made stalls on the street."

Father said that in this case, Zhao Heng had already thought of it, and it was not so simple to find a store in Beishi to open a store.

However, it suddenly occurred to him that the food street near the hospital he frequented was full of developed stalls, which was obviously much easier than finding a storefront.

"Stalls? Will anyone eat it?"

Hearing his son say this, Zhao's father continued to ask with some interest.

"The flow of people is not worried, and every day the hospital staff and the families of patients go to eat a lot."

Zhao Heng said.

"I think my son's idea is okay, old man, I said at the beginning, storefronts or something, in this kind of big city, it's not so simple. Now that you have this stall, let's try the water first, that's not right."

As soon as Zhao's mother heard her son say this, she nodded approvingly and said.

She knows that her wife has always had the intention of opening a store, and in general, after studying the craft of making food all her life, she always wants to shine.

"Well, you can try it, if the stall is ready, maybe you can open a store in the future."

Father Zhao thought about it, nodded and said.

To be honest, he is still very confident in his craft.

If nothing else, let's just talk about the production of various noodles, how to boil the dashi, and the production of toppings, all of which he has studied all his life.

Besides, he and his wife can do something and reduce some of the burden on their son.

It doesn't get much better than a family being able to be together and working together.

Zhao Heng's work status during this period of time, Zhao's father also saw it, basically as long as he encountered the night shift, it was all overnight, so although this big city made a lot of money, it was all spelled out.