Knock, knock, knock. A knock on the door interrupted Professor Gade Muller's thoughts.
"Who is it?" Gade asked impatiently.
"Professor, it's me." His assistant carefully pushed the door open and walked in, carrying a bag in his hand that exuded a cold aura.
"What's this?" Gade asked with a frown. He changed his posture, the fat all over his body trembling as if the fat would fall out in the next second.
"Professor, this is a cow's liver. You don't know how difficult it is to buy a whole liver. I ran six blocks before I bought it in a small Chinese shop, "Gade's assistant complained in a low voice.
"Have you done the NMR?"
"It's done."
"Put it in the refrigerator." Professor Gade Muller waved his hand and arranged casually.
His assistant was relieved and turned to leave. Damn Huaxia people, they actually wanted to do an NMR on an animal's liver. This was the first time he had encountered such a strange request. Gade's assistant thought to himself. It was a terrible experience to run a few blocks so late at night and be stared at as if he was a monster.
Professor Gade Muller frowned and looked at the door. He had a feeling that something was wrong, but he could not tell what it was.
As he racked his brains, the room was very quiet. Only the sound of hemostatic forceps hitting the styloid process of the radius could be heard from time to time.
Ten minutes later, Professor Gade Muller suddenly realized that it was the sound of the hemostatic forceps and Dr. Smith's radial styloid process that confused him.
Professor Gade Muller knew Dr. Smith's level. After watching the recording of the surgery, he had a very deep understanding of the TIPS surgery. In the recording, the hemostatic forceps were only hitting him to make some extremely small corrections.
It was impossible for everyone's level to improve by leaps and bounds overnight. If that was the case, he would have Alzheimer's disease.
This was absolutely impossible! Professor Gade Muller immediately denied this.
In other words, Dr. Zheng and Rudolph must have used the animal liver with NMR at the Mayo Clinic!
This was a teaching method, not a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for him.
After understanding this key point, Professor Gade Muller felt refreshed. However, a question arose. Had he missed any details?
Ask Rudolph? Even if there was a slight possibility, Gade wouldn't want to ask Rudolph. He could guess how much mockery and ridicule he would receive if he asked.
However, she still did not have Doctor Zheng's phone number, which was a very troublesome thing.
Gade thought for a long time. Finally, it was the sound of the hemostatic forceps hitting the styloid process of the radius that gave him a hint — to ask Dr. Smith.
He picked up his phone, found Dr. Smith's number, and called him.
Unfortunately, the phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.
He shouldn't be sleeping at this time. Professor Gade Mueller was a little confused. He did not stop politely. Instead, he persistently called Dr. Smith.
After nearly half an hour, the call was picked up.
After a series of roars, one could imagine Dr. Smith's paper-thin body constantly shaking, as if he was being baptized by a hurricane.
Professor Gade Muller listened in silence and did not refute.
Three minutes later, Dr. Smith asked, "D * mn it, my phone is about to run out of battery because of you. What's going on?"
"Dr. Zheng from Huaxia just left your place, didn't he?"
"Oh my god, how many times are you going to ask me? I already said that he's a doctor whose hands have been kissed by God. What's the big deal about being hit a few times? You bunch of hateful things, you only know how to … "Professor Gade Muller was also very helpless when he heard the torrent of abuse.
It seemed that countless people had called Dr. Smith that day. After all, a world-renowned professor had actually been put on a teaching surgery and hit with hemostatic forceps. That was not important. What was important was that the teaching surgery was broadcast live …
I really feel sorry for Dr. Smith. Professor Gade Muller was secretly happy in his heart and did not care about his roar. However, soon, Gade interrupted Dr. Smith and said, "Doctor, I think you misunderstood."
"Huh?"
"Dr. Zheng is with me," Professor Gade Muller said calmly. Professor Gade Muller said calmly, "His assistant said that I should prepare an animal liver and do an MRI. I don't understand what it means, so I called to ask you. "
"Oh my god, I remember now. You're with Rudolph, aren't you?!" Dr. Smith suddenly became interested. His IQ was very high. The complicated relationship between the characters was instantly sorted out and he could already see Professor Gade's tragic future.
However, this kind of tragedy was something that many people could not wish for.
Before the appearance of this young doctor from Huaxia, the technical barrier blocked almost everyone's path of advancement. After he left, Dr. Smith performed another whole day of surgery and found that his skill level had greatly improved.
Was it Professor Gade Muller's turn now? Dr. Smith smiled and said, "I'll give you a pertinent suggestion, Mr. Gade."
"Please go ahead."
"That young Dr. Zheng's hands have indeed been blessed by God. Learn well from him." There was a slight smile in his words … and the sound of hemostatic forceps hitting the radial styloid process could be heard.
Professor Gade Muller immediately replied, "No, I'm talking about the animal liver. How did you do it on your side? Are there any details? "
"Of course it's fresh liver. The larger the animal's liver, the better the effect. Of course, nuclear magnetic resonance imaging also has to be done. Tomorrow, you'll see Dr. Zheng dissecting the liver while explaining the new TIPS surgery in combination with nuclear magnetic resonance imaging. He's an angel sent by God to the human world. He's going to open a dusty door for you, "Dr. Smith said exaggeratedly.
With that, Professor Gade Muller understood what was going on.
Was there really someone who could dissect and explain nuclear magnetic resonance imaging at the same time?! Even in school, no teacher would use this kind of teaching method that was so intuitive that it was ingrained in one's bones.
They would not know why. It was because they did not know how to do it.
Professor Gade Muller was so excited that the fat on his body kept trembling. The chair under his butt creaked. It was an embarrassing burden.
After exchanging a few polite words with Dr. Smith, he immediately picked up his phone and scolded his assistant. Then, he told him that he needed fresh liver. It had to be fresh! It was not fresh now, but fresh tomorrow morning!
Not only was it fresh, but it had to be done with nuclear magnetic resonance imaging.
After making the arrangements, Professor Gade Muller hung up the phone. He did not care what his assistant had to do. It was his responsibility.
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