Two days later.
Ten in the morning.
Boya Medical College.
At this moment, Zhao Heng was sitting in the classroom, and the one lecturing on the podium was the old professor, Huang Guangyu.
Sitting next to Zhao Heng was the gentle junior schoolmate, Shu Xin, who occasionally glanced at Zhao Heng, her mind clearly not on the lecture.
This class, the old professor was lecturing on clinical anesthesia again.
Although Zhao Heng had already mastered some of the knowledge, hearing the old professor explain it once more gave Zhao Heng a refreshing feeling.
Knowledge is knowledge, understanding is understanding, medicine is a highly applied discipline, not just about reading books.
Professor Huang Guangyu had also been involved in clinical work for many years, and only transitioned to teaching because of his age and a lack of energy and physical strength.
Before long, the class ended, and Zhao Heng stood up and walked to the podium.
"Xiao Zhao, you're attending the class again."
