After the students left, Cao Zhao found a quiet place to call his brother.

Cao Yong had just returned to his office after a day of surgery. After listening to him mumbling a lot, he suddenly interrupted him and said, "I know what you're talking about."

"Did you know?" Cao Zhao was surprised. He had finally figured out the secret, but his brother said he knew it a long time ago.

Well, if I had known that, I wouldn’t have asked her if anyone in her family was sick.

"I mean, she is interested in things outside of the heart." Cao Zhao said that his younger brother probably didn't know this secret.

"nonsense."

As usual, the Cao brothers suddenly started arguing over academic issues.

"Why am I talking nonsense?"

"How could she know the cause? You said it yourself. She was just guessing. There are many more patients who die suddenly from heart disease than just heart disease."

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"The number one cause of sudden death is heart disease."

“Just because it’s ranked first doesn’t mean everything.”

"She suspected it was, so she wanted to see a slice of myocardial cells."

"Forget it. That's because she hasn't started her internship in neurosurgery yet. Otherwise, she would know that this department also has many sudden deaths."

"Cao Yong, you have to be scientific." Cao Zhao was giving his brother a lecture. "The rate of sudden death in your department is far less than the rate of sudden cardiac death. The first thing to check is heart disease."

"Hasn't she been checked for a long time without finding anything wrong? We must look for other reasons. I'm the one talking about science, not you. What? What do you want by insisting that she is interested in something other than heart disease?" Cao Yong was not fooled. This second brother had a smug tone in his words that he had been talking on the phone for a long time.

Shouldn't I be proud of having obtained information for my younger brother? I didn't expect that my younger brother would pour cold water on me. The more I talked, the more depressed I became.

"Let's wait until she starts her internship in neurosurgery." Cao Yong said.

His brother's words showed that he was very confident in himself. Cao Zhao couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth: "I reminded you in advance, don't be disappointed when the time comes."

It turned out that this brother called to really declare victory to him.

Cao Yong retorted: "Did she say she would follow you to do scientific research?"

This, not yet. He didn't have the myocardial cell slices she wanted. Of course, Mu Yongxian's laboratory was not quite consistent with the research direction she wanted.

It is not easy to be her mentor. Because first I need to help her get the direction right and then go to the laboratory to verify it. But in fact, her nightmare is vague and unclear, and she has no idea how to start.

On the other hand, Dr. Han said to Mu Yongxian with regret: "She was originally quite suitable for our group's research project, after all, she wanted to study myocardial cells."

"It's hard to say what the problem is with the myocardial cells." Mu Yongxian said.

Their cardiomyocyte therapy is currently mainly aimed at coronary heart disease. Congenital cardiomyopathy like Zhu Xing's has nothing to do with their research. Mr. Mu is pragmatic.

But Dr. Han thought it was not good to be too demanding, and said, "In this case, what kind of mentor is she going to find? Aren't we suitable for her?"

Their group's topic was at least a marginal one. Cao Zhao was someone who didn't even have a slice of theirs.

At least two competitors had the same idea about this problem: "First find a teacher who can guide her."

"who?"

This person should have a much deeper academic research accomplishment than him and Cao Zhao, otherwise he would not be able to help her find a direction for such a vague problem. It can only be an authoritative figure in cardiac surgery.