"That's it." Zheng Ren smiled slightly.
The name of a visiting professor sounded quite comfortable. Although he was not a tenured professor, if that was the case, would others have to change the way they addressed him to Professor Zheng?
Just thinking about it, Zheng Ren felt that it was meaningless. Boss sounded better. In China, the word professor had been used too many times.
Feng Xuhui carried the empty suitcase and was rejoicing. His English hearing was very poor and he could not understand what Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Dr. Smith were talking about.
This time, he came to Mayo to fill the suitcase and brought a total of thirty sets of medical supplies for TIPS surgery.
To Feng Xuhui, this was a full or two times the amount because Su Yun said that he still had to fly directly from Mayo to Heidelberg.
However, he did not expect Chief Zheng to be so capable. Mayo performed more than twenty surgeries in one go, including the live broadcast and teaching. The suitcase was almost empty.
As for his colleagues from the international department, they had not arrived yet.
Feng Xuhui thought about finding some free time. He had to contact Chairman Ma and quickly distribute the goods. The most important thing was to fill his suitcase. Otherwise, his heart would be empty and he would not have any confidence.
Looking at Chief Zheng and the thin American professor chatting and laughing, Feng Xuhui was a little envious. He still needed to work hard to improve. He did not even know what the other party was talking about. He felt a little guilty even if he wanted to suck up to him.
Hu Yanhui pricked up her ears to listen to the conversation between Zheng Ren and Dr. Smith. She was very surprised. Hu Yanhui did not know what a visiting professor meant. However, the name sounded very noble. It must be a good thing.
She picked up her phone and sent a message to Peng Jia.
[Boss Zheng is discussing becoming a visiting professor at Mayo. His assistant is very dissatisfied and thinks that he should be a tenured professor.]
The message was transmitted and turned into electromagnetic waves. It came to China and combined into words, waking up Peng Jia, who was sleeping soundly.
Peng Jia was taking a nap. He slept soundly, sweetly, and happily.
Ever since Boss Zheng returned from the earthquake relief and discussed the live broadcast of the surgery, his career had finally found a way to break through. Now, he could vaguely see the blue ocean without competitors.
Although he was woken up, Peng Jia was not unhappy. He was just too tired and wanted to take a nap. He looked at the time and slept for a whole half an hour.
Enough.
He picked up his phone and saw that it was Hu Yanhui. He opened WeChat.
The moment Peng Jia saw the message, all the blood in his body froze. After an unknown period of time, the symptoms of cerebral hypoxia began to appear, including dizziness, dizziness, and tinnitus.
His symptoms were the same as when he heard that he was going to do a live broadcast of the surgery in the Mayo Clinic. In fact, his symptoms were slightly worse.
'If this goes on, I'm afraid I'll die before Xinglin Garden goes on the market,' Peng Jia thought helplessly. However, Boss Zheng would always surprise him, causing his blood pressure to soar uncontrollably.
Boss Zheng was going to be a visiting professor abroad?
He was even a visiting professor at the Mayo Clinic! Although he was not a tenured professor, it was enough. There were less than ten tenured professors at Mayo Clinic, and all of them were renowned seniors.
This was a good thing. When he thought of the advertisement before the live broadcast of the surgery in the future, Peng Jia's heart burned with passion.
But before he could be happy for long, Peng Jia suddenly thought of something and poured a bucket of cold water over his head.
No! He was wrong! Peng Jia immediately realized where the problem in his heart was.
On Boss Zheng's side, he seemed to have invested too little and did not receive the attention he deserved.
It was just an agreement for the live broadcast of the surgery. What if Boss Zheng never did the live broadcast surgery tomorrow? Then what should he do? What visiting professor? What Nobel Prize candidate? It had nothing to do with him!
As for winning the Nobel Prize in Biology or Medicine in the future …
Peng Jia shivered. This was a huge strategic mistake. How could he ignore Boss Zheng! It was simply unforgivable.
If an ordinary employee had made such a mistake, Peng Jia would have fired him without hesitation.
All his anger was gone. Peng Jia immediately gathered his capable subordinates and held a meeting to study how to sign a long-term agreement with Boss Zheng. He wanted to tie Boss Zheng up … and invite him to his family's war chariot.
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Zheng Ren did not care about the matter of being a guest professor. Mayo was too far away. This time, he had a private plane, so he did not feel tired from the trip.
However, if he had to travel to the United States for many years, it would still be quite troublesome.
He could let Su Yun communicate with Dr. Smith and get whatever result he wanted in the end. As for the tenured professor that Su Yun asked about, Zheng Ren only smiled.
In the scientific world, those who could obtain the title of tenured professor in a world-renowned university were all big shots. For example, Newton, for example …
If it was in the medical world, could he get a tenured professor in Mayo?
In Zheng Ren's opinion, this was a little ridiculous.
Just as he was thinking, his phone rang.
Was it Little Yiren? Zheng Ren took out his phone and saw that the name on it was Wu Hui.
'That celebrity …' Zheng Ren immediately thought of Wu Hui's cultured and elegant demeanor.
'This person is not bad,' Zheng Ren thought to himself as he picked up the phone.
"Hello, Doctor Zheng." Wu Hui's voice was slightly weak.
"Yes, the surgery is over, right? Did it go smoothly?" Zheng Ren asked with a smile.
"The surgery is over. The doctor said that I would have died in a day."
This … was too alarmist. Zheng Ren did not agree with this. It was just purulent perforated appendicitis. In addition to diffuse peritonitis, it was reasonable to say that the condition was very serious. However, it was very wrong to say that he would have died if he had been a day late.
However, it was also possible that there was a problem with Wu Hui's description. This was common. After all, he was not a doctor and did not know all kinds of professional terms.
"It's fine after the surgery. Don't worry, rest for a few days. You'll get better soon," Zheng Ren said very gently.
There was no sound on the other side of the phone.
The phone signal was not good? Zheng Ren took the phone in front of him and looked at it. There was no problem.
"Hello?" Zheng Ren asked tentatively.
"Doctor Zheng, the appendix was not cut. The doctor at the community hospital said that there was no way to remove it." Wu Hui was a little hesitant but still told Zheng Ren the truth.
This …
Zheng Ren recalled the diagnosis in Wu Hui's System panel and sighed. This was a f * cking misdiagnosis!
It was not accurate to say that it was a misdiagnosis. It should be said that the level of the doctor at the community hospital was not good enough. He did not dare to cut the appendix that was congested, edema, or even gangrenous.
Bullsh * t that he would have died if he had been a day late was all nonsense.
It was probably because the surgery had not been done, so he exaggerated the condition and made the patient think that it was normal that his appendix was not removed.
The appendix that Wu Hui mentioned was a term used by the people of Xiangjiang. It was not accurate. He was talking about the appendix. There was no dispute about this.
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