4:00 PM.
Zhao Heng was still reading in the break room.
With the master-level clinical anesthesiology knowledge he picked up in the morning, even though it was just one course in anesthesiology, it greatly expanded Zhao Heng's horizons. Now, looking at textbooks from other courses and the cutting-edge materials given by the old professor, the feeling was entirely different.
Just as Zhao Heng was immersed in the ocean of knowledge, he suddenly felt someone patting his shoulder.
Zhao Heng looked up and saw Wang Qiang. He didn't know when Wang had come to stand in front of him, staring at him, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Wang Qiang like this, Zhao Heng couldn't help but ask,
Although they were in the same class in college, Zhao Heng and Wang Qiang weren't very familiar with each other back then. After working, they only occasionally exchanged a few words. To say the least, they weren't really friends, just classmates.
