Doctor: Picking Up Attributes in the Hospital Chapter 99: Establishing a Foothold

The tasks that belonged to him were completed, and Zhao Heng returned to the anesthesiology office in the operating room.

As soon as he entered the office, he heard thunderous applause.

The one leading the applause was none other than Xu Man Ni.

She smiled, genuinely happy for Zhao Heng.

As for the others, so envied him, so were jealous, and other feelings mixed in.

Zhao Heng calmly withstood the enthusiastic applause, glanced around, and seeing the looks directed at him, felt exhilarated inside.

Previously, he was just an insignificant tool stationer here, and now receiving such applause, this must be what novels refer to as having everything fall into place.

When the applause subsided, Zhao Heng sat down at his desk.

Xu Man Ni sat down next to Zhao Heng, smiled, and said, "So, how’s the feeling of being celebrated by everyone?"

"Hmm, not bad."

Zhao Heng nodded; at this mont, he began to feel what the admiration and applause others spoke of felt like.

However, this little bit wasn’t enough to make him overly excited.

With his ability, today’s achievent was just the beginning.

"After today, no one will ever question your level again."

Xu Man Ni said happily, sincerely delighted for Zhao Heng. Previously, when Zhao Heng was confird, there were many different voices in Eastern Hospital, especially in the operating room.

Many people were skeptical about Zhao Heng’s sudden confirmation.

But today’s performance from Zhao Heng could be said to have completely dispelled those doubts.

Zhao Heng has firmly established himself at Eastern Hospital!

This is almost incredible for a young man with only a bachelor’s degree, who started as a tool stationer!

"Now that you say that, I do feel a little smug."

Zhao Heng chuckled.

Saying it like that, but Zhao Heng wouldn’t be arrogant.

The level of skill Zhao Heng mastered in perioperative cerebral function and consciousness recovery was only at a proficient level.

Just think about it — in the dostic anesthesiology field, the legendary figure Mr. Huang, at the level of Mount Tai, also mastered this skill only to a proficient degree, so what integrated into Zhao Heng was only proficiency.

Zhao Heng had acquired enough skill experience to know that above proficiency, there were expert, perfect, and master levels.

The perfect skills Zhao Heng only picked up from the chief of the cardiovascular departnt, Huang Jincheng.

Up to now, Zhao Heng has yet to pick up a master-level skill.

Thinking about this, Zhao Heng couldn’t help but wonder. Eastern Hospital is already considered the top hospital in the country, and even the chiefs here can only drop perfect-level skills.

So what kind of person would it take to drop a master-level skill?

Could it be that the person who creates a discipline is the one who drops a master-level skill?

But founding a discipline is no easy feat. As far as Zhao Heng knows, many branches in the current dical field were founded decades, even hundreds of years ago.

In the past decade or so, Zhao Heng hasn’t heard of anyone founding a new discipline.

Just like Mr. Huang, he was only the first professor in China to conduct systematic research on anesthesiology, but he was not the founder of the discipline.

To trace it back thoroughly, one might have to go back hundreds of years.

"Anyone else would have long been conceited; only you can remain so steady."

Xu Man Ni smiled as she heard Zhao Heng’s words.

"How about writing a paper this ti? I think if you publish this paper, its SCI impact factor could be at least 7.0 or above."

Xu Man Ni suggested.

"The paper on the impacts of anesthetics on the organs isn’t finished yet, and besides, the application of a single technique doesn’t an much. It’s necessary to have a sufficient amount of clinical application data."

Zhao Heng thought for a mont and said.

He knew very well that if a paper was written about the technique he used, it would certainly make a significant impact.

But you can’t beco fat with one bite. Even the paper on the impacts of anesthetics on organs is not yet finished.

To expand influence and secure a place in the academic world, it must be done gradually.

The academic world is tough to get through.

It’s not like the entertainnt industry, where a song, a TV drama, a movie, or even a photo of a pure smile can make soone suddenly famous.

"That’s true, but you’re so occupied with anesthesia now and still have to organize data and write papers in your rest ti. You’re really overworked, and your health might not hold up."

Xu Man Ni expressed concern.

In her opinion, Zhao Heng was nearly at full capacity, especially after his reputation spread. Many surgeons sought him out, specifying Zhao Heng for the surgical anesthesia.

Even so patients’ families sohow learned that Zhao Heng was the best anesthesiologist in Eastern Hospital and used various connections to designate him for anesthesia.

So, Zhao Heng’s schedule is now fully packed with anesthesiology duties.

Turning from being barely noticed to being in high demand has significantly increased his workload, but for Zhao Heng, it’s a bittersweet experience.

"Don’t worry about ; I’ve always had great stamina."

Zhao Heng said indifferently.

He wasn’t speaking lightly; during his school years, he was an athletic champion, and since gaining his special ability, his physical condition seed to have been mysteriously enhanced, especially his energy and endurance. With the continuous integration of various experiences, they seed to be improving.

Could it be that this special ability targets doctors, and because energy and endurance are essential for doctors, it enhances these through the integration of experience?

As it stands, Zhao Heng can write a paper overnight and still perform a full day’s anesthesia the next day.

This is one of the great benefits this special ability has provided Zhao Heng.

Physical health is capital, and Zhao Heng’s capital in this aspect is quite substantial.

"How good is it?"

Hearing Zhao Heng’s words, Xu Man Ni couldn’t help but think of sothing else and asked without thinking.

"Uh... it’s just great. I even won an award for running a marathon back in college..."

Zhao Heng paused and said.

"Stamina that great..."

Xu Man Ni muttered. Running a marathon is sothing very few people, especially young university graduates, can achieve, let alone win an award for it.

This is a rare find, Xu Man Ni thought to herself.

"Ahem, Sis, why are you so concerned about this..."

Zhao Heng felt that Xu Man Ni’s tone was a bit odd.

"Do you really not get it or are you pretending not to? Never mind, I won’t tell you. I’m going to buy so groceries; co over for dinner later."

Xu Man Ni slightly glared at Zhao Heng and then told him.

"Hmm... okay."

Hearing Xu Man Ni’s invitation, Zhao Heng thought for a bit. It was almost ti to get off work.

In these past days, Zhao’s father has been busy setting up the noodle shop with Zhao’s mother, leaving little ti to care for Zhao Heng. Going ho ans no dinner for him.