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Chapter 1085

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Zou Zhi was very unhappy.

Zou Jiahua had a special medical card at the Mayo Clinic. Every time he came here, a very professional doctor would follow him until Zou Jiahua left.

After receiving Su Yun's call, Zou Jiahua asked Zou Zhi to prepare for the flight to Heidelberg.

However, when everything was ready, the other side asked him to wait.

This was too much! Zou Zhi thought to himself.

What kind of status did the old master have? To be able to do this to this extent was already considered courteous. However, that Doctor Zheng Ren actually had no sense of propriety and asked the old master to wait for him!

Only others waited for the old master. How could the old master wait for others?!

The accompanying Mayo Clinic doctor was already very impatient. He kept looking at his watch, looked at the time, and said in a strange tone that he did not abide by the time.

Although there was no need to explain anything to him, Zou Jiahua was very calm. He only said that he would wait for Boss Zheng to come out. However, Zou Zhi was still very depressed and very annoyed, especially every time he thought of Su Yun's face, this feeling would become stronger.

An hour and fifty-two minutes after the agreed time, Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Professor Rudolf Wagner walked out of the Mayo Clinic surrounded by a group of doctors in white coats.

"D * mn it, we finally don't have to waste time here," the accompanying doctor grumbled. As time passed, his expression became uglier and uglier, like dense rain clouds.

Zou Zhi was also very helpless. He could only smile awkwardly.

Although these were all paid services, they still stood him up. Moreover, this was the Mayo Clinic.

"Zou, this kind of person who doesn't abide by the time has no future." The doctor could speak simple Chinese, so he was sent to accompany Zou Jiahua.

He mocked sarcastically. Although it was useless to say this, Zou Jiahua was determined to wait.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Ledi." Zou Zhi suppressed the anger in his heart and laughed softly. "This matter, I will …"

"A doctor from a small place probably got lost in Mayo," Doctor Ledi said. "It's just a visit. Does it take so long?"

Zou Zhi was speechless.

Although he heard from Su Yun that he was invited here for the surgery, it was impossible no matter how he thought about it.

Doctor Ledi was right. Zou Zhi also thought so. It was most likely just a 'exchange', learning, and visit at public expense.

As for communication, that was just a nicer way of putting it.

What was there to communicate with doctors from Mayo Clinic and Huaxia? As for learning, he couldn't be bothered to teach.

How embarrassing, Zou Zhi cursed in his heart again.

How could he get lost while visiting Mayo Clinic? However, he saw Zheng Ren's figure become clearer and clearer as he was surrounded by a group of doctors in white coats. It was as if they had walked over together. Zou Zhi was a little confused.

What was going on? Why did so many doctors come out together? Could it be that Su Yun caused trouble again?

Countless speculations appeared in his mind in an instant, but none of them matched his understanding of the Mayo Clinic and were eliminated.

But other than these, there were really no other possibilities.

Soon, the doctors escorted Zheng Ren to the door. Zheng Ren saw Zou Jiahua's car and Zou Zhi standing beside it with another doctor. He waved at them in embarrassment.

Zou Zhi was confused.

"Dr. Charles, if I make a decision, I'll seek your help," Zheng Ren turned around and said seriously to Dr. Charles Moore.

Dr. Charles smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

After shaking hands and bidding farewell, Zheng Ren walked to Zou Jiahua's car.

Although Zou Zhi felt that something was wrong, he still complained, "Why is it so late?"

Su Yun raised an eyebrow, then smiled and said nothing.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Charles wanted to watch me perform surgery, so I added another one at the last minute," Zheng Ren explained.

"Hmph." Zou Zhi snorted, expressing his dissatisfaction. "Dr. Ledi, the person we're waiting for is here. Please go back."

Endless silence awaited Zou Zhi.

Zou Zhi had expected to hear a few complaints from Dr. Ledi, perhaps even some rare vulgarities.

However, he did not expect the impatient and long-winded Dr. Ledi to be silent.

He looked back curiously. The doctor named Ledi had a terrified expression on his face. He had unknowingly bent his back, as humble as a subject meeting a monarch, almost falling into the dust.

Moreover, the monarch he was meeting was not an ordinary monarch, but a particularly cruel one.

Dr. Ledi's breathing became as light as possible, afraid of angering the man in front of him.

"Dr. Zheng, I look forward to our next meeting," Dr. Charles said.

Zheng Ren turned around, bowed deeply, and got into the car with a smile.

Zou Zhi was confused, but he said nothing.

"Dr. Charles, h-hello," Dr. Ledi said in a trembling voice, trying his best to speak in a gentle and humble tone.

"Move," Dr. Charles's assistant said coldly. "The doctor doesn't want to see you."

Dr. Ledi was like a docile pet, disappearing immediately.

Zou Zhi was dumbfounded.

What was the background of the doctor and old man who had escorted Zheng Ren out? Even the most powerful doctors in the Mayo Clinic should not have made others so afraid.

Zheng Ren was puzzled.

Feng Xuhui and Hu Yanhui got into the car behind and the three cars left the Mayo Clinic.

The group of doctors in white stood in front of the Mayo Clinic's entrance until their vision disappeared. The bronze statues of the Mayo brothers shone brightly.

Zou Jiahua chatted with Zheng Ren for a while before getting to work. Zou Zhi thought for a long time but could not figure out the reason.

He asked in a low voice, "Dr. Zheng, who sent you out just now? Why is Dr. Ledi so afraid of him? "

"It's Dr. Charles Moore, a Nobel Prize laureate." Zheng Ren held a silver box in his hand. The surgical instruments inside had been cleaned and disinfected. He carelessly told Zou Zhi about the saber hilt he was holding and couldn't bear to part with it.

"A Nobel Prize laureate? But even if he's a Nobel Prize laureate, Dr. Ledi wouldn't be so afraid of him. " Zou Zhi was surprised, but this could not explain Dr. Ledi's expression. It was like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Dr. Charles had coronary heart disease in the past. I think he had a serious postoperative complication from the surgery at Mayo Clinic." Zheng Ren's eyes shone as he looked at the knife handle as if it was Xie Yiren. "Coronary artery ectasia. That's why cardiologists and interventional radiologists seem to be afraid of him."

"…" Zou Zhi was speechless.

"Boss, how do you know?" Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren and asked.

"Many years of clinical experience." Zheng Ren held the knife handle in his hand, feeling its hardness and weight. With a gentle stroke, a sharp silver light was left in the air, cutting through time.

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