Three o'clock in the afternoon.
Zhao Heng finished the nano-treatment plan for Fusarium infection in the morning and sent it to Gao Jun's email.
At this moment, Zhao Heng was sitting in his office, organizing some clinical data on anesthesia assistants on his computer.
Just then, Tian Zhen came in from outside and said to Zhao Heng, "Dr. Zhao, the director wants you to go to his office."
"Did he say what it's about?"
Zhao Heng asked with some confusion. He had sent the treatment plan to Gao Jun in the morning. This treatment plan, from the detection of Fusarium to the nano-treatment part, was very detailed and could be used as a clinical treatment guide.
Given Zhao Heng's current level, the treatment plan he meticulously created could basically be directly applied in clinical settings as a guideline manual.
"Didn't say, just asked you to go over."
Tian Zhen shook his head slightly.
"Alright."
"Dr. Li, I'm going over there. Please keep an eye on the ward here."
