Twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

Inside a restaurant outside Yenching University.

Zhao Heng and Shu Xin sat facing each other.

"Senior, you were so powerful just now, I looked at those classmates, and I was stunned."

As soon as he sat down, Shu Xin said very excitedly and happily.

"It's okay.

Zhao Heng said disappreciatively.

His body can be said to have fused most of the essence of all the doctors in the entire East Hospital, and these huge skills and experience have allowed Zhao Heng to stand at a very high height.

To understand Professor Li Hongwei's research at such a high level, this level is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary college students, graduate students and doctoral students.

This is also the reason why Professor Li Hongwei and Zhao Heng chatted a little, valued him so much, and was willing to give him the green light.

To put it bluntly, comparing Zhao Heng with them, it is a dimensionality reduction blow!

"What do you mean it's okay, it's just crushed."

Hearing Zhao Heng's words, Shu Xin muttered.

"I think your level is not much worse than those professors in our college."

After a pause, Shu Xin said again.

"Just say what you say, others will hear it and think I'm arrogant."

Zhao Heng smiled and said.

In fact, what Shu Xin said is right, Zhao Heng, who gathers the essence of most of the doctors in the entire East Hospital, if he is not as good as a professor of a general medical school, then the East Hospital will be ranked TOP3 in the national hospital rankings.

However, because of his qualifications and youth, Zhao Heng can't be too high-profile now.

"Strength is strength."

Shu Xin said with a smile.

"I look at your recent appearance, have you decided to develop specifically in self-media?"

Zhao Heng asked Shu Xin.

Recently, he opened station b and found that Shu Xiaomeng's account has a high update frequency, and such frequent updates mean that almost all of her main time must be used for filming.

"Well, I think the path of medicine is too hard."

Shu Xin said directly.

She is now in graduate school, but now she is too much, and if she is not a doctor, she will not be able to enter a big hospital at all.

But when she finished her doctorate, she was almost thirty years old, but her career had just begun, and when she was forty, she would become an attending doctor or even an associate chief doctor, so what, the best years of her life, especially the best youth of women, were missed.

She was only twenty-four years old, and she didn't want to hand over the best years of her youth in the next ten years to hospitals and laboratories.

"Just think about it."

Zhao Heng nodded and said.

There are so many people studying medicine in the country, and there is no shortage of Shu Xin, her family background is also very good, and the media has also done well, so there is really no need to spend a lifetime on the road of medicine.

"Well, I knew that my seniors supported me."

Hearing Zhao Heng say this, Shu Xin said with a sweet smile.

She has decided that after completing her graduate studies at the beginning of next year, she will devote herself to the cause of self-media.

Of course, the family is opposed to this decision, because the older generation has seen that what kind of self-media is short, how can it be good to be a doctor with peace of mind.

You have this foundation, it's not a whim, if you don't have any foundation and want to engage in self-media, you will definitely hit your head and bleed." ”

Zhao Heng said very realistically.

Shu Xin's account on station b, Shu Xiaomeng, has more than 3 million fans, and with this foundation, she can fully support her full-time self-media.

Those young people who don't have any foundation, just like those who plunge headlong into the big pit of self-media, will definitely hit their heads and bleed.

Now in this impetuous era, too many young people are confused by the Internet celebrities who have become popular overnight on the self-media.

"Yes, in fact, if you rely on clicks alone, the income is very low. More often, the income of self-media still depends on derivative channels. ”

Shu Xin nodded and said approvingly.

She wants to engage in self-media full-time, of course, not on a whim, and she has a complete and rigorous plan for what she wants to do in the future.

When the two were talking, the waiter brought the dishes up, and the two chatted while eating, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

After lunch, Shu Xin took Zhao Heng to the studio she said.

With Shu Xin's relationship, the price of one article was also 500 yuan, and after Zhao Heng took the photo, he said goodbye to Shu Xin and came to the food street stall.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhao's noodle stall in the food street.

At this point, some young people who get off work early have already come to the food street.

Therefore, there are already sporadic diners in front of the noodle stall.

Seeing Zhao Heng coming, Zhao's mother asked with some confusion: "Son, why did you get off work so early today?" ”

"I went to Yenching University today to listen to a lecture and asked for leave."

Zhao Heng said.

"Listening to a class? Son, do you still have to go to class now? ”

Zhao's mother couldn't understand it, didn't her son have already graduated?

"What do you know, old woman, this is to live and learn, even if you work, you can't forget to learn."

Zhao's father said.

"With knowledge, it's like standing on a mountain and seeing a lot of things from afar. Without knowledge, if you walk in a dark ditch and can't figure it out, it will be painful. ”

After a pause, Dad Zhao seemed to remember something again, and said very imposingly.

When he said this, Zhao's father had a special temperament, which made people feel very high-spirited.

"Dad, where do you think you are saying?"

As soon as Zhao's father said this, Zhao Heng felt that it was very reasonable, and at the same time he was very kind and down-to-earth.

"Of course, I followed your grandfather to memorize it."

Father Zhao smiled and said.

"Yes, your dad told me this as soon as we met."

Mother Zhao also smiled and said.

Apparently also reminiscing about the good old days.

Hearing this, Zhao Heng had a new understanding of his father.

At that time, people were suffering from not having a chance, otherwise, Zhao Heng sometimes thought that if a person like his father was motivated and loved to study, if he had the opportunity, he might be able to become a very powerful person.

Of course, in Zhao Heng's eyes, my father is also very powerful now, at least he is very talented in researching this beef noodle method.

"Well said!"

At this moment, a silver-haired old man sitting and waiting in front of the noodle stall said.

"Young man, there are not many people who can remember this now!" ”

The old man said to Zhao's father again.

This old man looks at least in his eighties, and it is normal to call Zhao's father a young man who is less than sixty.

However, after so many years, he was suddenly called a young man, and Zhao's father felt quite amazing.

"Sir, can you hear the origin of my sentence just now?"

Father Zhao asked tentatively.

"What's not to hear this, I still know which book your words come from, and I can memorize this set of books word for word."

The silver-haired but energetic old man waved his hand and said confidently.

Hearing the old man's words, Father Zhao couldn't help but be in awe.

The temperament of this old man is a great intellectual at a glance.

After talking and the noodles were good, Zhao's father took the noodles, walked out from behind the noodle stall, put the noodles on the small table in front of the silver-haired old man, sat next to him, and wiped his hands with an apron.

"I'll tell you, young man.

The old man did not eat noodles immediately, but chatted with Zhao's father with great interest.

To the surprise of the silver-haired old man, although Zhao's father did not have a very high level of education, he had a strong understanding and understanding, and he was able to chat with him.

Listening to too many clichés and politeness, in Zhao's father's place, the silver-haired old man rarely heard the most simple voice from the working people, which made him feel very fresh.

Seeing that the two of them, who were almost one hundred and fifty years old, chatting so speculatively, Zhao Heng and Zhao's mother glanced at each other and smiled at the same time.

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