The procedure for Mayo to accept patients was more complicated than the 912. There were many procedures.
The doctors in the gastrointestinal surgery department had to wait for the community hospital to hand over the admission. According to Zheng Ren's understanding, he still did not want to take on such a patient whose appendix had not been removed.
If it was in the 912, no one would want to take on such a patient. When doctors all over the world faced a simple disease, their treatment methods were relatively similar.
God knew what the guy in front of him had done in the patient's stomach.
Moreover, the appendix had not been removed, which meant that the patient's condition was extremely serious. What if he could not solve it after opening it?
Whoever wanted to be the scapegoat could do it. He would not do it anyway.
This kind of thinking was too common. Zheng Ren understood it very well, but he could not force it. Here, it was already good enough that he could arrange for Wu Hui to be hospitalized. As for the rest, sorry, there was nothing he could do.
There was no problem with Wu Hui's condition. At the very least, there would be no complications such as shock for a few days.
Therefore, it was better to wait for it to come.
Anyway, he had been sent to Mayo. This was the best hospital in the world. Even if Wu Hui had been misdiagnosed before, he would have received very good treatment. Zheng Ren was quite satisfied.
'Then prepare to leave,' Zheng Ren thought.
Just as he was about to tell Su Yun that he was leaving, Doctor Jack said something to Dr. Smith with a strange expression.
Smith was stunned. Then, he came in front of Zheng Ren and said very seriously, "Doctor Zheng, Dr. Charles asked me for your address. He thought you had left."
"Address?" Zheng Ren was puzzled.
"Yes." Dr. Smith nodded very cautiously. The matter of being a guest professor was originally just a casual remark, but now, he instantly decided.
No matter what the address was for, it could prove that Dr. Charles' attitude toward Zheng Ren was different from others.
As for what Dr. Charles wanted to do, it was not important at all.
Zheng Ren also realized that the old man might want to mail him something like a gift. He had not left yet, so it was better to pay his respects to the old man.
"Su Yun, I'll contact Mr. Zou later," Zheng Ren said.
"You're too late. I've already informed Zou Zhi," Su Yun said.
"…" Zheng Ren was very helpless. There were also times when he was too happy to do things. In that case, he should hurry up and pay his respects to the old man. It would save him a lot of trouble.
Zheng Ren briefly explained the situation to Su Yun before leaving for Dr. Charles's laboratory.
Dr. Smith hesitated for a long time, but in the end, he still followed them. His intuition told him that accompanying Doctor Zheng might be beneficial.
Dr. Charles was reviewing the information. Although he was very old, he still worked like a young man in the laboratory.
Although it was also a laminar flow laboratory, he always felt that the air here was not good. Perhaps it had something to do with the substance used in the experiment.
When he wanted to engage in basic research, he knew that this was something he had to face when doing experiments.
"Young man, you haven't left yet?" Dr. Charles asked in surprise.
"I met a Chinese friend asking for help, so I was delayed for a few hours," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Help?" Dr. Charles noticed the word Zheng Ren used.
He did not say what problem he had discovered. It was just an objective statement.
"Go and find out who is in the community hospital," Dr. Charles ordered his assistant.
Zheng Ren felt a little numb.
He didn't want to touch this kind of thing.
It was a great favor to be able to help Wu Hui stay in Mayo Clinic. It would be a little too much if he interfered with normal treatment.
Seeing Zheng Ren's uneasy expression, how could Dr. Charles not know what was going on in his mind? He smiled and said, "Do you know why I want your address?"
"You want to give me a small gift for Christmas, right?" Zheng Ren collected his thoughts and said respectfully, "Actually …"
"No, you guessed wrong." Dr. Charles laughed like a naughty child.
"Then …"
"It's not a small gift, but a very big one! I've collected a set of surgical knives over the years, and I'm going to give it to you, "Dr. Charles said excitedly like a child.
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, then ecstatic.
The surgical knives collected by Dr. Charles were definitely the best in the world, and they might even be custom-made.
Putting aside the price, just the effort he had put in was priceless. However, was it really okay to do so?
After the ecstasy, Zheng Ren was immediately confused.
He could accept the gift as a farewell gift. However, as a surgeon, giving away the knives he had collected over the years was a strong sense of inheritance.
Although he had a good chat with Dr. Charles, the two could barely be considered friends despite the age difference. They were still far from the word inheritance.
Smith's heart tightened when he heard Dr. Charles's words. Fortunately, he did not directly reject the guest professor offer. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to back down now.
The young man that Dr. Charles had his eyes on had been rejected as a guest professor. He was digging his own grave.
This matter had to be done quickly. He wanted to receive an invitation to be a guest professor when Zheng Ren returned to China.
No! He had to get it done before he returned.
"I'm too old to perform surgery." Dr. Charles smiled. "I've ordered this set of equipment when I saw something I liked over the years. Gradually, I've accumulated some. It's a pity to keep it, so I'll give it to you. Do your best. "
Zheng Ren's body trembled, and goosebumps appeared on his skin.
It was true!
He stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say. He was at a loss for what to do.
Su Yun was also stunned. What was going on?
"Haha." Dr. Charles smiled when he saw Zheng Ren's expression. "So, are you interested in performing a surgery with my knives at Mayo?"
"Yes!" Zheng Ren blurted out.
"Okay." Dr. Charles nodded and stood up. He closed the document and walked toward Zheng Ren with his hands behind his back. "Your Chinese friend, is the diagnosis clear?"
"Yes." Zheng Ren had already entered a state of stupidity. He answered whatever Dr. Charles asked.
"That's good. This is the surgery. When my assistant brings back the medical records, you can refer to them and perform a perfect appendectomy for me to see, "Dr. Charles said calmly.
Then, he waved his hand, and someone brought over a sparkling silver box. It was unknown what kind of precious metal it was made of.
Zheng Ren took it. It was not heavy as he had imagined. The box itself was hard but light. The material alone was estimated to be worth hundreds of thousands.
"Open it," Dr. Charles said.
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