You don't have to look at me like that. " Dr. Mehar waved his hand and said, "Zheng, sanding the scratches on the floor with sandpaper will not harm the scratches themselves."
Zheng Ren suddenly felt that this old man was very interesting. He was not the boring kind. However, this analogy was a little pessimistic and disappointing.
"Humans always have to face death and return to God's embrace," Dr. Mehar said. "I was left behind. This must be a revelation from God. Forty-four hours ago, the surgery I watched was proof that my judgment was correct. "
"It was just a very ordinary surgery," Zheng Ren replied.
"It may be so for others, but for me, I know it's not as simple as it seems."
Zheng Ren nodded. Dr. Mehar's eyes were still very sharp.
"If I'm not wrong, I already have the most basic understanding of blood turbulence." Dr. Mehar looked at Zheng Ren, his eyes filled with a fanatical emotion.
'I guessed right!' Zheng Ren thought to himself.
Blood turbulence had a strong impact on the micro-guide wire. However, this kind of impact was very difficult to understand. Ordinary doctors would not be able to notice it at all.
"I'm already old and can no longer be a spellcaster. I can't even bear the weight of a lead apron. This is simply the worst thing. " Dr. Mehar sighed and said, "A knight can't wear armor. Zheng, do you know what that means?"
"Everyone has that day, and I'm no exception," Zheng Ren said calmly.
"For an honorable knight, the feeling of dying in bed is very bad." Dr. Mehar smiled and said, "Zheng, I've decided. For tomorrow's surgery, I will be your assistant."
"…" Zheng Ren was stunned.
Dr. Mehar was going to be his assistant? The patient was going to operate personally?
"Zheng, don't worry. I won't make things difficult for you," Dr. Mehar said. "Although this surgery is very rare, I think it's just a small surgery. It can't be compared to the grinding technique you performed on me a few months ago."
"Dr. Mehar, I'm very serious. I reject your suggestion," Zheng Ren said very formally. "I will try my best to erase the scars left on your body by time and strive to cause as little damage as possible to your body."
"But if you want to act as an assistant on the operating table, when removing the stent, it may cause blood vessel spasm. I'm not sure what your reaction will be if you see it for yourself. Even looking at it was dangerous, not to mention attacking it. Once myocardial ischemia, atrial fibrillation, or other sudden heart diseases occur, I think the surgery will be sabotaged artificially. The surgery, which was supposed to be successful without any suspense, now had to face the risk of failure. I don't think you want to take this risk. "
"No, Zheng!" Dr. Mehar smiled. "Please believe me, I will be the best assistant."
"My assistant is flawless." Zheng Ren casually repeated Su Yun's description of himself.
"Impossible." Dr. Mehar shook his head. "In this world, I'm already the highest peak in terms of interventional surgery. But after seeing the surgery, I knew that not only did he surpass the current me, but he was also a little stronger than when I was at my strongest. "
Zheng Ren agreed with this statement. The level of interventional surgery at the pinnacle was no joke.
"If God were to give me the best assistant, it could only be me, not Rudolf Wagner. Because of all the doctors in interventional surgery, I am the only one who can clearly understand the impact of turbulence. "Dr. Mehar looked at the professor and smiled.
"Doctor, you'd better take back your request." Zheng Ren received it firmly. "I will not agree to you being my assistant. This request is simply unbelievable. Moreover, my assistant, the perfect assistant, is not Rudolf. "
"I heard from Rudolf that he has an almost perfect assistant. But, Zheng, please believe me, "Dr. Mehar said. Dr. Mehar said, "I had a dream. I dreamed that I was lying on the operating table and performing surgery on myself."
"Our brains are calculating what might happen in the future every second, but these calculations are quickly forgotten and thrown into the corner of the brain, never to be remembered again. The so-called déjà vu is the brain remembering the results of a certain calculation, and it happens to be the same as reality, "Zheng Ren said expressionlessly.
"See, I also said that it's the same as reality." Dr. Mehar laughed.
"No, that's not what I mean," Zheng Ren said. "If you insist, I will …"
"No, I won't refuse," Dr. Mehar said. "I heard from Rudolf that he can complete an interventional surgery on his own. Crossing his left and right hands is really a very strange way of operation. "
Zheng Ren was silent.
"My colleague also said that during a rescue a few days ago, both hands operated two guide wires and catheters at the same time, performing embolization and stent surgery on two different parts." Dr. Mehar stopped smiling. "Please believe me. In this world, no one wants me to live more than me. Similarly, no one knows blood turbulence better than me … before it appeared. "
"…" Zheng Ren still remained silent.
"This is the request of a surgeon who can no longer perform surgery," Dr. Mehar said softly. "Perhaps, this will be the last surgery in my life. And this surgery, I will be performing this surgery with hands that have been kissed and blessed by the heavens. I am deeply honored.
"Although I want to live, I am even more eager to perform a surgery with a subversive surgeon and discuss some of the things I have comprehended over the years but can't communicate with others. This feeling, just thinking about it makes me feel 20 years younger. "
As he spoke, Dr. Mehar stood up shakily. His female assistant immediately supported Dr. Mehar's arm. However, the doctor stubbornly broke free and tried his best to stand firm as he faced Zheng Ren.
"Zheng, this is the request of a surgeon who can no longer perform surgery." Dr. Mehar repeated this sentence again and bent down.
Zheng Ren was shocked and quickly helped Dr. Mehar up. Oh my god, it was really a god.
A surgeon who could no longer perform surgery. Zheng Ren was moved by these words.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was shocked speechless by Dr. Mehar's request. He looked at the doctor. At this moment, he deeply understood what madness was.
The boss would not agree, and in the end, the doctor would compromise because of the boss's insistence. The professor thought to himself that it must be like this.
However, Dr. Mehar's assistant was not surprised at all. It seemed that his assistant already knew about this matter.
There was silence in the ward.
"Doctor, I agree," Zheng Ren looked at Dr. Mehar's turbid eyes and replied very seriously.
Dr. Mehar smiled.
This was the outcome he had expected.
Professor Rudolf Wagner looked at Zheng Ren in a daze, unable to say a word. Was the boss crazy?!
"I'm very happy to be your assistant. I promise that this will be a perfect surgery." Dr. Mehar extended his hand.
Zheng Ren's hand shook it.
The doctor's hand was very stable and very dry. Although many years had passed, his right index finger could still touch the hard callus.
"Those old fogeys have always refused to award the Nobel Prize to clinical surgery. This time, I must teach them a lesson. I will smash their faces with my fists and smash their brains out! "Dr. Mehar was a little agitated.
Zheng Ren quickly helped him sit down.
"Zheng, in my heart, your TIPS surgery is the best." Dr. Mehar looked at Zheng Ren as if he was facing a priest and stated piously, "When I was young, I also wanted to win the Nobel Prize for heart interventional surgery, a pioneering surgical method that saved countless people's lives. "But they told me that clinical surgery can't win the Nobel Prize. "I'm not convinced! "I've been waiting for someone to really touch the turbulence to appear. "Now, appear in front of me."
Dr. Mehar was obviously a little excited. His assistant quietly took out the medicine and was ready to give it to the doctor at any time.
"This is not a challenge for one person, but a challenge for all of us! Conquer them, Zheng! We must conquer them! "Dr. Mehar's voice was a little hoarse, and his cheeks were flushed.
Zheng Ren was very worried about his physical condition.
"Zheng, I was defeated back then. Charles was a coward. He actually gave up clinical surgery to engage in basic research! Don't listen to him. Even if we fail ten thousand times, throw away our helmets and armor in front of fate, and be utterly defeated, we still have to make a comeback. We must use clinical surgery to win the Nobel Prize! "
Zheng Ren did not expect the resentment in Dr. Mehar's heart to be so strong.
"I'm very happy that you agreed to my request, Zheng," Dr. Mehar said. "Will you still perform surgery in the near future?"
"If time permits, I have a patient who wants to perform TIPS surgery tomorrow," Zheng Ren said.
"Will the surgery be broadcasted live?" Dr. Mehar asked.
"Yes."
"My surgery won't be done in the morning. I can do the live surgery first to warm up. Zheng, don't be nervous. Our opponents are so strong, but I'm confident that I'll defeat them, "Dr. Mehar said with a smile.
"I have a request." Zheng Ren looked straight into the doctor's eyes. "I want to bring an assistant. If anything happens to you, even the slightest mistake in cooperation, or complications such as myocardial ischemia or atrial fibrillation, I'll cancel your assistance immediately. I will immediately cancel your assistance and let my assistant continue. "
"Okay." Dr. Mehar smiled. "I've told you before. No one wants me to live more than me. Even the chief surgeon doesn't want it as much as the patient."
Zheng Ren smiled. He seemed to have a certain understanding of Dr. Mehar's words — he would know when he was old and sick.
However, although he was old, he was still a knight. A knight with a halo and ideals.
It was an honor to be able to fight side by side with him, Zheng Ren thought to himself.
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