2 p.m.
The old professor's classes were only in the morning. After having lunch at Boya Medical College, with nothing else to do, Zhao Heng went back to the hospital.
Holding a stack of books and materials, Zhao Heng just entered the lounge when he saw Gao Jun there, who was a bit surprised and asked, "Weren't you going to class? Why are you back so soon?"
"Professor Huang only has classes in the morning."
Zhao Heng replied as he placed his books and materials on the table.
"Hmm, how did you feel listening to Professor Huang's lecture?"
Gao Jun nodded and asked again.
"A true eye-opener."
Zhao Heng said without any exaggeration.
"Of course, as I've told you, in the field of anesthesia, Professor Huang can be considered a pioneer in the country. Since you're studying anesthesia, it's naturally the best to attend his lectures."
Gao Jun said somewhat proudly.
"Oh, right, teacher, the old professor asked about my work and my teacher as well."
Zhao Heng continued.
