"Let's not think about it anymore. Let's go and rest for a while," Zheng Ren said with a smile. He did not care who Charles Moore was. Who cared? It had nothing to do with him.
He was really a good boss. After Su Yun finished speaking, he followed his advice.
Zheng Ren praised himself in his heart. He did not notice that Su Yun was looking at him as if he was an idiot.
Although Zheng Ren was very curious about the microscope, he did not keep it. There was no free lunch in the world. How could he just take someone else's things?
After changing his clothes, he brought Su Yun and the professor out of Mayo Medical Center.
Along the way, Su Yun explained Dr. Richard Moore's life to Zheng Ren. Zheng Ren suddenly remembered that many of the improvements to classic surgical methods, such as the improvement of the combined pancreaticoduodenectomy, were based on Dr. Richard Moore's research.
After understanding this, Zheng Ren felt a little regretful. He really did not expect that the cold name written in the book was actually an old scholar who had discussed problems with him in the demonstration classroom, performed anatomy, and had coronary artery ectasia.
However, should he go back again? Zheng Ren was a little tempted but he had already rejected it. If he went back again, would it be bad? He should wait for an opportunity.
He should seize the time to rest and see when Zou Jiahua would be done. If Zou Jiahua's trip was delayed for a while, he would fly to Heidelberg first.
"Rest for a day. We'll set off tomorrow," Zheng Ren said. "Su Yun, contact Zou Jiahua when you have time and ask if they can go together."
"Boss, you actually have such an attitude towards Dr. Richard Moore?" Su Yun was even more surprised. "Do you know that he has a very close relationship with many of the judges for the Nobel Prize?"
"Oh, that's really a pity," Zheng Ren answered absent-mindedly.
Su Yun was very helpless.
He knew that his boss did not have any special interest in the Nobel Prize. All his mind was on the surgery.
It was so simple that it made one's hair stand on end.
However, was it not logical for him to accept Dr. Richard Moore's invitation to pay a visit, gain the doctor's favor, and clear some obstacles for the Nobel Prize judges?
"Why do you look like that? Just now, you said not to work all day and to treat you well," Zheng Ren nagged.
Su Yun was speechless.
It was almost noon, and the sun was shining brightly. The shadows cast by the statues of the Mayo Brothers at the entrance of Mayo Medical Center were so vivid and clear.
A private jet was still the best. If he had flown all the way here in economy class, his surgical condition would have been greatly affected. However, that was what Zheng Ren was thinking about.
Standing at the entrance of Mayo Medical Center, Zheng Ren began to feel a little lost as he discussed with Su Yun where to stay. Su Yun, on the other hand, ignored him, brooding over his rejection of Professor Richard Moore's invitation.
Just then, a car stopped in front of the door, and a middle-aged man got out of the car while clutching his stomach.
Black hair, yellow skin, looks like he's Chinese.
'There are a lot of Chinese here,' Zheng Ren thought to himself. The sunlight was a little dazzling, but the background panel of the man who couldn't even straighten his back was even more dazzling than the sunlight.
Zheng Ren felt helpless when he saw the diagnosis.
Acute suppurative appendicitis, appendix perforation, diffuse peritonitis.
What era was this? Other than a blockhead like Fan Tianshui, who else could endure appendicitis to the point of perforation before coming for treatment?
Su Yun also noticed this person, and the expression on his face became very interesting.
Zheng Ren only felt that the man looked a little familiar, but he was going to the Mayo Clinic to see a doctor. He was not a doctor here, so there was no need to be too nosy.
He did not even search his memory for who this person was. Anyway, for a person in the late stages of face blindness, searching his memory would probably not find anything.
"Boss, what a coincidence," Su Yun said softly.
"Coincidence? What's wrong? "Zheng Ren asked.
"You don't know him?" Su Yun knew that Zheng Ren was in the late stages of face blindness, but when the two of them chatted alone, he still habitually mocked Zheng Ren for this point.
"I don't know him at all," Zheng Ren said.
He looked a little familiar and a little handsome, but was there a need for him to know him?
"Wu Hui, a movie star from Xiangjiang," Su Yun said with a smile. Su Yun said with a smile, "Chang Yue is his fan. When I have time, I want to go to Hong Kong for freelance surgery and take a photo with Wu Hui. I want to show Chang Yue if she's blind."
"How is she blind?"
"She actually said that I'm not as handsome as Wu Hui. Tell me, is she blind?" Su Yun said angrily.
However, although they met, there was no chance to take a photo at this time. First of all, Su Yun was not Wu Hui's fan girl. Moreover, he looked sick at a glance. It would be too rude to disturb him at this time.
Without talking, he made way and watched Wu Hui bend over and walk into the Mayo Clinic.
It was just a small episode. They were not fans. Perhaps it could be used as a topic of conversation when they went back.
"Has he applied for immigration?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Who knows? He might be here to participate in some film festival," Su Yun replied casually.
Just as he was contacting Zou Jiahua, someone suddenly shouted at Zheng Ren from behind.
Zheng Ren turned around and saw Dr. Brock Lesner. He ran extremely fast. The buttons on his white coat were not fastened, and it fluttered in the wind. It was a little interesting.
'This is too polite.' Zheng Ren thought to himself. It had been so long, but he still had to send me out.
He smiled and waved his hand.
"Doctor Zheng, wait a minute!" Brock Lesner shouted and ran out.
"You don't have to be so polite. Let's go back and rest. When the materials arrive, we still have to do the TIPS surgery," Zheng Ren said.
"No, no, please listen to me." Brock Lesner ran to Zheng Ren and said while panting, "Dr. Richard Moore said he wants to see you. He's very interested in your surgical techniques."
A faint red glow appeared on Su Yun's face. The capillaries on the surface of his body were filled with blood, and his blood pressure had soared to an unknown level.
Afraid that Zheng Ren would refuse again, he quickly elbowed Zheng Ren in the back.
Zheng Ren did not know Richard Moore's background before. Now that he knew, even Brock Lesner had chased after him and issued a second invitation. If he did not agree, Su Yun would probably kill him when he returned. Moreover, after knowing that it was that person, Zheng Ren also wanted to meet this legendary old man.
"Okay, I apologize for my previous words. Please take me to see Dr. Richard Moore. I also want to communicate with the old man, "Zheng Ren said politely.
Brock Lesner's expression softened. He touched his chest and grinned.
"You just said that you want to do the TIPS surgery?" Brock Lesner only remembered what Zheng Ren had said after the nervous period just now.
"Yes," Zheng Ren said.
"Let's exchange contact information. If possible, please contact me before the surgery. I also want to observe," Brock Lesner said very sincerely.
As long as it was an interventional doctor, no one would not be interested in the TIPS surgery.
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