Listening to Zheng Ren and Dr. Mehar talking, Chief Zhang Lin had no idea what they were talking about.
Swedish was a relatively unpopular language. Chief Zhang Lin's English listening and speaking skills were top-notch, but when it came to Swedish, she could not understand it at all.
She calmly observed the exchange between Zheng Ren and Dr. Mehar. Although she did not understand Swedish, she knew what Dr. Mehar was asking when she saw the position of Zheng Ren's finger.
They were all technical difficulties hidden under the surface of the water in the seemingly ordinary surgical process.
It did not look difficult at all. It was very simple and easy.
However, Chief Zhang Lin had at least hundreds or even thousands of pacemakers. She had never finished it in ten minutes.
The crushing of skills was reflected in these seemingly ordinary operations.
'Boss Zheng's skill level is really strong,' Chief Zhang Lin thought with emotion.
"Is there a problem here?"
"The doctor is asking what method is used to avoid the influence of the guide wire and the small turbulence of the blood."
"Everyone's anatomical structure is different. There is no general clinical significance."
The staff behind Mehar were also experts in heart research. They discussed in a low voice.
They communicated in English, so Chief Zhang Lin could understand them.
It seemed that not only did she recognize Boss Zheng's level, but these world-class experts and professors also recognized him.
Not only did they recognize him, but they probably did not know how Boss Zheng did it.
Chief Zhang Lin thought of this and smiled slightly.
Although she was not praising herself, to be able to see Boss Zheng standing at the top of the world of interventional surgery, she felt proud in her heart.
Not only did he settle a difficult patient for her, but he also used surgery to conquer the world's interventional doctors. This kind of thing was something Chief Zhang Lin did not dare to think about usually.
Zheng Ren and Dr. Mehar communicated for about twenty minutes.
The surgery had only been going on for ten minutes, but the communication and deduction were actually longer than the surgery.
This was also expected. Dr. Mehar's level was extremely high. Although he could no longer perform surgery, his eyes were sharp. The questions he asked were all about some of the changes from the Master level to the Peak level.
Zheng Ren explained in detail. At the same time, he also had a judgment of Dr. Mehar's level of interventional surgery.
This was a strong, extremely strong person.
According to the calculation of interventional surgery, Dr. Mehar should be at least in his fifties at that time. If it was internal medicine, fifty years old would be considered the prime age. However, when it came to surgeries, people in their fifties had long passed their golden age.
Coming into contact with a completely new and unfamiliar discipline and rapidly climbing the skill tree to almost the level of a Peak Master Alchemist was countless times more difficult than climbing the skill tree himself.
The body of someone in their twenties and that of someone in their fifties were completely different. Wearing the lead apron would definitely be more tiring.
He touched the ceiling, but at that time, he was already old and powerless to step over it.
It was a pity. The more Zheng Ren explained, the more obvious the feeling became. After all, Zheng Ren had been hovering below the peak for a long time … Actually, it had not been that long, just a few months.
More than twenty minutes later, the healthcare doctor accompanying Dr. Mehar walked up and whispered to the doctor not to expend too much energy.
For the first time, the doctor ignored him and continued his discussion with Zheng Ren.
The second time, the doctor was furious and reprimanded him with a series of words that were difficult to understand even for an expert like Zheng Ren.
The healthcare doctor was in a difficult position. He could only secretly stand to the side and look at Zheng Ren for help.
After explaining a key point, Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Doctor, I've said a lot today. Your health is more important. If you're interested, we can continue our discussion tomorrow. "
Hearing Zheng Ren's words, Dr. Mehar was about to scold him, but he paused and slowly closed his eyes.
The old man looked a little tired. The spirit from before instantly disappeared, leaving behind only an old man in his twilight years.
After nearly a minute, Dr. Mehar nodded and said, "Then I'll go back and rest."
"I've prepared a Huaxia special meal for you. You can experience our Huaxia special food," Zheng Ren immediately said.
Dr. Mehar waved his hand. In his opinion, Zheng Ren's explanation just now was the most delicious food in the world. Now, other than trying his best to remember and recall what Zheng Ren had said, he did not want to eat at all.
Zheng Ren was also very helpless. He told Deputy Director Yuan what Dr. Mehar meant.
Deputy Director Yuan also felt a little regretful. He still wanted to have an in-depth exchange with Dr. Mehar. However, no matter what, the doctor was already eighty years old. His physical condition was very poor. The exchange and discussion with Zheng Ren just now could be said to be the result of the explosion of the small universe.
If he wanted to eat again, he probably would not be able to do so.
It was a little regretful, but it was just a little regretful. With Deputy Director Yuan's status, he would not bow to a top professor of a certain discipline.
After sending Dr. Mehar away, Zheng Ren did not accompany him. Instead, he stayed at the 912.
In Zheng Ren's opinion, Dr. Mehar was a patient. He was an old man who wanted to climb the tree of technology but was unable to do so. He was worthy of respect.
Professor Rudolf Wagner greeted Zheng Ren and reluctantly went to accompany Dr. Mehar.
After Dr. Mehar and the others got into the car, a person suddenly came down and said to Zheng Ren, "Doctor Zheng, the doctor said that when he's performing the surgery, he wants to use the projection screen to discuss the surgery process with you. May I ask if you have the relevant equipment here? If not, I'll transfer it over as soon as possible. "
"…" Zheng Ren was speechless.
Was he obsessed to such an extent? Although the difficulty of this surgery could not be compared to the grinding technique last time, it was still extremely difficult. It was estimated that Dr. Mehar's heart stent was full of blood clots. If he was not careful, there would be a big problem.
At this time, he still wanted to study the surgery?
However, this was a request from an old scholar. Zheng Ren could not bear to refuse.
He also did not know if there was similar equipment in the Department of Circulatory Medicine's catheter room. Normally speaking, there should not be.
After explaining Dr. Mehar's intentions to Deputy Director Yuan, Chief Ye, and Chief Zhang Lin, the three of them were very surprised.
When he was performing surgery on himself, he still had to discuss the surgery process. Was he not crazy or unable to live?
It was a pity that the 912's operating theater did not have this kind of equipment. Therefore, he could only tell the truth and let Dr. Mehar prepare it himself.
Watching the convoy leave, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
"Boss Zheng, the surgery in a few days will depend on you," Chief Ye said with a smile.
"I've never done it before …" Zheng Ren spread his hands. "Performing surgery while lecturing patients. This is too unfamiliar. I still have to think about it."
Zheng Ren said it casually, but the others were stunned.
In the face of the world's top experts, Boss Zheng still had the attitude of lecturing?
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