In the office.
Zhao Heng poured a cup of tea for Old Huang, and the two sat on the sofa.
It had been a long time since Zhao Heng had seen Old Huang. Ever since Old Huang went to attend the World Anesthesia Conference and got detained for some reasons, Zhao Heng had not seen Old Huang. It was only during the last video meeting that they finally met once.
Although it had been some time since they last met, there was no sense of unfamiliarity between the old and the young.
"Xiao Zhao, you've made a lot of progress recently."
Old Huang smiled kindly and said to Zhao Heng, looking at him with eyes full of appreciation.
"Teacher, to be honest, I feel I'm still far behind."
Hearing Old Huang's words of praise, Zhao Heng felt warm inside, but he was not particularly pleased.
After all, the farther Zhao Heng walks on the path of medicine, the more problems he can't solve.
"The road ahead is long and steep; I will keep searching high and low. You're still young, take it slow."
