Dr. Charles Moore's laboratory was a basic laboratory. It was not in this building.
Under Brock Lesner's lead, the few of them took a shortcut. It took them less than ten minutes to arrive in front of a modern-looking building.
After entering, they walked through a series of twists and turns until they reached a laboratory. Brock Lesner introduced, "This is Dr. Charles' laboratory."
Before he entered the house, he smelled a faint sour odor.
No matter how high-end a laboratory was, it was very difficult to avoid these smells. Perhaps there were some unknown poisonous gases that could cause serious harm to the human body.
This was also the problem of basic research workers.
Brock Lesner took a step forward and went to greet Dr. Charles. Zheng Ren and the others followed him in.
"Dr. Charles, I'm very sorry about what happened just now." Zheng Ren bowed slightly to express his respect for an old scientist and doctor. "Because there's still a TIPS teaching surgery in the afternoon, so …"
Dr. Charles waved his hand, interrupting Zheng Ren's apology, and motioned for him to sit.
"Your surgery is very good," Dr. Charles said in a low and slow voice. "It's very good. It's very similar to the surgery I did when I was young," Dr. Charles said in a low and slow voice.
If someone else had said that, Su Yun would have slapped them long ago.
However, these words came from Dr. Charles Moore's mouth. It was a kind of praise, almost to the extreme.
Zheng Ren smiled slightly.
"I checked the recommendation information for this year's Nobel Prize and saw your name." Dr. Charles did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point. "Young man, after watching your surgery, I have a sense of familiarity. So, I want to give you some advice. "
Zheng Ren sat up straight and listened attentively.
"In 1944, Dr. Moniz discovered that after the frontal lobe of the brain was removed, the experimental animals would go from a manic state to a calm state. So, he gradually successfully transformed this research into a clinical surgical method and won the Nobel Prize in Medicine and Biology in 1949," Dr. Charles said softly.
Zheng Ren knew about this matter, and it had always been bothering him.
Ever since this incident, the Nobel Prize in Medicine and Biology was no longer awarded to a clinical surgical method.
Even for a surgical method like a kidney transplant that had been proven to be completely successful, the Nobel Prize was awarded from the perspective of basic research.
"I think you know that this surgical method is known as the shame of the Nobel Prize," Dr. Charles said.
Zheng Ren thought to himself, 'The Peace Prize is a disgrace. Why didn't you say so? However, this involved different values. Zheng Ren did not want to clash with Dr. Charles's worldview here.
Therefore, he was just cursing silently.
"What I mean is, if you get nominated with a new tactic, it's a dead end." Dr. Charles said, "Based on my understanding of the judges for the Nobel Prize, they are conservative and inflexible. It is absolutely impossible for them to let a clinical surgical method pass the review and win the Nobel Prize."
Zheng Ren knew that, so when he heard Dr. Charles's words, he felt a little sad.
"Young man, you finally know why I gave up clinical work and devoted myself to basic research when I was forty-two years old."
"To win the Nobel Prize," Zheng Ren replied.
"Yes, this is a dream." Dr. Charles said, "My suggestion is that if you want to win the Nobel Prize, give up your clinical work and devote yourself to basic research. I think that with your talent, you will find the road to the Nobel Prize in the complicated basic research. "
"If you don't want to give up clinical work, then give up the Nobel Prize. Actually, after you get it, looking back, life seems to have become very boring. "
Dr. Charles's voice was faint and very distant. An old man who was about to die was covered with a blanket in front of the fireplace, hugging a cat, as if he was telling his children and grandchildren about his strange experiences in this life.
"I will seriously consider your suggestion," Zheng Ren answered affirmatively, but he did not make a choice on the spot.
Although it was said that adults did not make multiple-choice questions, this was just a joke. Life was full of choices. Who could not make them?
However, the choice Zheng Ren was facing was a big one in life.
Should he give up clinical surgery for honor, or should he persist in clinical surgery and give up the Nobel Prize?
Dr. Charles only smiled and began to discuss with Zheng Ren the problem of the fusion of the renal sympathetic nerve and renal artery.
This time, Brock Lesner, who was standing at the side, suddenly became energetic.
He listened carefully.
Although Dr. Charles only took a glance, his understanding of anatomy was extremely deep. It was the kind of understanding that was deep in his bones.
For many things, it was enough for him to take a glance. He could put forward many new ideas, viewpoints, and improvement plans.
Zheng Ren, on the other hand, was a different model.
After nearly a hundred dissections and experiments in the System's operating room, he had a deep understanding of the research.
One analyzed it from a broad perspective, the other from a practical perspective. The conversation between the old and the young was particularly enjoyable.
Be it Dr. Charles or Zheng Ren, they both gained more inspiration.
However, the one who gained the most was Brock Lesner.
He had never thought that percutaneous renal sympathetic nerve removal research would have so many research directions and details.
Although he had been doing this research for a few years and there had been successful cases before, providing a way to treat stubborn hypertension, he was still very unfamiliar with many of the ideas.
It was so unfamiliar that Brock Lesner had to think for a long time to understand the conversation between Dr. Charles and Zheng Ren.
This was purely academic research, which belonged to the category of basic research.
After nearly an hour, Dr. Charles was a little tired. Zheng Ren stopped the conversation and was about to leave.
"Young man, perhaps research on hypertension is also a direction that you can choose," Dr. Charles gave Zheng Ren one last suggestion.
If it was to research surgical methods, it would definitely be impossible. However, the doctor believed that with Zheng Ren's solid basic skills, there would definitely be a breakthrough in this project if he devoted himself to scientific research.
It could be five years, ten years, or even twenty years. Who could say for sure? It was a miracle that he had used twelve years to win the Nobel Prize with the nucleic acid project.
Perhaps this miracle could be broken by him.
Zheng Ren did not refuse and just politely agreed.
Walking out of the research institute, Zheng Ren felt that he had gained something. His mind was working quickly, still recalling the conversation with Dr. Charles.
Su Yun and Professor Rudolf Wagner were very depressed. If they had known this would happen, they would not have let Zheng Ren meet Dr. Charles.
After returning to the entrance of Mayo Clinic and saying goodbye to Brock Lesner, Su Yun was about to say something when he suddenly saw a familiar figure walking out of Mayo Clinic.
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