Shortly after, Gao Jun also arrived. Seeing Zhao Heng looking exhausted with bloodshot eyes, he said to him, "Another all-nighter last night?"
"Yes, a neurosurgery operation."
Zhao Heng nodded. Actually, his body wasn't too tired. At least, ever since he got the golden finger, his stamina and physical strength had significantly improved. But the mental exhaustion was undeniably real.
"You've worked hard. After the shift, get some rest as soon as possible."
Gao Jun said.
He understood why Zhao Heng was so fatigued. It's because whenever Zhao Heng was on a night shift, no matter what kind of tricky and critical patients there were, only Zhao Heng could handle it.
He also wanted to lighten Zhao Heng's burden, but grooming another Zhao Heng was virtually impossible.
This is how it is in the current hospital departments. There are only a few doctors who can handle any situation, and usually, it's fine, but when a big case comes along, they have to step up.
