Each person's comprehension, talent, and growth are different. There are thousands of faces among thousands of people. Some people's growth paths can be referenced, while others simply cannot be imitated.
Especially for an exceptional growth trajectory like Zhou Can's, it cannot be measured by ordinary standards.
"The surgery went very smoothly. After waking up from anesthesia, a half-hour observation is needed. If there are no problems, the patient can be sent back to the general ward for recovery."
Director Wen announced.
"Dr. Zhou, if nothing urgent comes up after the surgery, how about coming to my office for a visit?"
This was the last surgery scheduled for Director Wen today.
Thinking that Zhou Can would leave Neurosurgery tomorrow, he felt reluctant and wanted to have a good talk with Zhou Can.
"With the care from you and the senior doctors, I was not burdened with too many miscellaneous tasks or ward responsibilities. I can go to your office now."
Among all the resident trainees in Neurosurgery, Zhou Can was perhaps the freest.
Mostly, he did ward rounds, performed surgeries, and consultations.
Then it came to writing medical records and issuing medical orders, these basic daily tasks.
Even changing dressings was seldom arranged for him.
As for fetching medicines, collecting examination forms, accompanying on visits, and other miscellaneous tasks, he never had to do them.
For Zhou Can, these two months in Neurosurgery were actually quite blissful. His treatment was no less than in the Emergency Department.
Following Director Wen, the two entered the office one after the other.
Director Wen was very courteous to him.
Zhou Can sat cautiously, barely perching on the edge of the chair.
"Hehe, there's no need to be so cautious here. But when you're in front of deans and others, it's okay to be more respectful."
Director Wen also rose from being an intern to where he was now; he had been observing Zhou Can's every move.
He couldn't help but smile and signaled Zhou Can to relax.
He personally made a cup of tea for Zhou Can, who was quite flattered as he stood up to accept it and kept thanking him.
"This green tea was sent to me by my son. He's involved in traditional medicine cultivation. Knowing that I like drinking tea, out of filial piety, he managed to get five very good tea trees. This batch of tea leaves is from the first harvest; give it a try."
Director Wen then sat down in the main seat in the back of the office.
"Your son does traditional medicine cultivation?"
Zhou Can came from a wealthy family, and his home had a variety of fine teas. He had even tasted tea that costs 100,000 yuan per gram.
He personally felt indifferent towards the art of tea.
For tea lovers, judging tea is like judging wine; one only needs to smell the aroma to roughly assess the quality and class of the teas.
"My kid is very stubborn, totally unswayable, so I just let him be. He speaks about wanting to contribute to the glory of our nation's traditional medicine."
Director Wen discussed these family matters intentionally to bridge the gap between them.
Given the stark difference in their status, without making an effort to narrow the gap, some topics would not come up naturally in leisurely conversations.
"A chip off the old block. I actually admire your son quite a lot. There's a saying in traditional medicine: there are no incurable diseases, only medicines that haven't been found. Nowadays, with human exploitation and rampant harvesting, many precious traditional medicines are almost extinct. If it could be cultivated artificially, it really would be meaningful and the prospects are excellent."
Zhou Can surprisingly held a distinct view.
Director Wen paused for a moment upon hearing this, then smiled joyfully, "Do you really think there's a future in this?"
"As long as it's done well, I am very optimistic about the future of cultivating traditional medicine. However, breeding, cultivation maturity, and medicine production, each process has high technical requirements. To truly do well, the investment must be substantial."
Zhou Can spoke with depth.
It wasn't just a casual compliment.
After hearing this, Director Wen clapped his hands in approval, "Ah, you've put it so well! All the difficulties you mentioned, my son has encountered them. Not only do you have a high talent in medicine, but I didn't expect you to have such deep insights into these business matters. Outstanding! It's rare to find young people who are so pragmatic and well-informed."
Their conversation was candid, touching certain chords in their hearts.
It immediately resonated strongly.
Getting very positive responses.
"When my son first started, he called his mother every few days asking for money. With the little salary I earn every month, I also planned to save for his marriage and our old age. His traditional medicine cultivation was like a money pit, always putting in money without seeing any revenue, making me feel very uneasy. Last year during the New Year, he came back. Seeing him thin and haggard, I felt heartbroken. Seizing the opportunity, I asked him why he kept investing money in traditional medicine cultivation."
"I was actually worried that the kid might have been scammed or learned bad habits outside. Later, my son directly took us, his parents, to his cultivation base and showed us where the money went and the difficulties faced. Hey, I wandered around his cultivation base and felt quite guilty. My son, having never endured hardship at home, had to often go into the fields to weed, plant seedlings, and raise seedlings at the mountainous site, and also had to process the raw medical materials into saleable traditional medicine—to say the workload was enormous is an understatement."
"He often couldn't bear to hire people for many tasks and did them himself. Living in a simple makeshift house, the food was also very basic, sometimes just two plain steamed buns and a pot of warm water he brought from home to get by in the field."