"Boss, you haven't turned a page in a long time." Professor Rudolf Wagner saw Zheng Ren sitting there in a daze, holding an old surgery book in his hand for a long time before he came over and said this to Zheng Ren.
"Lil Fugui, every word has its true meaning." Zheng Ren raised his head and said with a smile, "We have a saying. When you see a mountain, it's a mountain. When you see a mountain, it's not a mountain. When you see a mountain, it's still a mountain."
"…" Although Professor Rudolf Wagner had a fluent Northeastern accent and had no problems communicating with other people, he was instantly confused by words like metaphysics and Zen.
"When will Su Yun be back?" Zheng Ren muttered to himself.
"I called five minutes ago. Brother Yun said he would be here soon." Professor Rudolf Wagner said, "Today, he did an autopsy presentation in another hospital. It was like the Oscars. Hahaha, cool!"
The professor's blond hair fluttered in the wind. He seemed to be regretting that he could not go to the Imperial Capital's Department of Liver and Gallbladder to witness Su Yun's dissection.
"Oh?" Zheng Ren was puzzled. It was just an autopsy demonstration. How could he make something out of it?
"Really, really, Boss." The professor saw that Zheng Ren did not seem to believe him, so he explained, "I heard it from others, those who came to learn TIPS surgery."
Zheng Ren smiled and asked, "Lil Fugui, what would you like to eat tonight?"
"Cold Pot Fish." Professor Rudolf Wagner immediately replied, "I often say that there's a tiny restaurant nearby that serves really good cold wok fish."
"As long as you like it. I'll treat you to dinner tonight, but don't drink," Zheng Ren repeated.
"If you don't drink, what's the point of eating?" Su Yun's voice came from the door.
"I'm going to operate on Dr. Mehar tomorrow. I'm afraid you'll drink too much of Lil Fugui." Zheng Ren was not surprised. He said lightly, "Lil Fugui is not you or Chang Yue. Besides, it's very likely that you'll need to go on stage tomorrow."
"Boss, today's dissection was so cool. I'll find someone to do the post-production. It can be watched as a movie. "Su Yun ignored Zheng Ren's words and showed off with a smile.
His tone did not change, but Zheng Ren could feel the excitement emanating from the bottom of his heart.
Was he really that powerful? Zheng Ren did not understand.
Even if he could watch it as a movie, he wouldn't be interested. The entire crucial process was clear to him. All that was left was to constantly exaggerate and vent his emotions in the end.
Zheng Ren was rational. This kind of contrast and embellishment was meaningless to him. All he wanted was success.
From one success to the next, until the end.
"What a boring person." Su Yun was not surprised by Zheng Ren's indifference. "Leave the lectures to me from now on."
"Sure." Zheng Ren was very happy.
Lecturing was the most boring of all.
"Brother Yun, the boss wants you to be his assistant for tomorrow's surgery. I can't go," Professor Rudolf Wagner said dejectedly.
"What's wrong?" Su Yun was bored by his lack of interest. His fist hit the air. It felt soft and powerless, and it was extremely uncomfortable.
"Dr. Mehar wants to be an assistant," the professor said.
"Oh? Could he still wear lead aprons? Do what? Were they the patients from the TIPS surgery yesterday? "Su Yun asked casually.
"No, I'm going to operate on him. He wants to be an assistant!" Professor Rudolf Wagner waved his arms exaggeratedly.
"…" Su Yun was speechless.
This was too f * cking exaggerated!
He had only been gone for a morning and had not even gone for the afternoon. Was he going to do something like this?
He looked at Zheng Ren through the black hair on his forehead.
"Boss, are you repeatedly challenging your limits?"
"No," Zheng Ren said lightly. "Dr. Mehar made a request, and it was a firm request. I also expressed my concern about this matter, but the doctor … "
"He can't say anything!" Su Yun said angrily. "Heart surgery, even interventional surgery, is very likely to have a cardiac arrest."
As he spoke, Dr. Mehar's assistant, Ms. Fischer, appeared at the door. She knocked on the door and said, "Although I don't think what the doctor is doing is right, please show some respect to the doctor when there's no one around."
Su Yun shrugged his shoulders and expressed his regret at Fischer's poor Huaxianese.
"Doctor Zheng, the doctor just had a video conference with several experts from the medical award committee," Ms. Fischer said in Swedish. "He also found a website where you often do live broadcasts of surgeries. Tomorrow's surgery will be broadcasted live online."
"…" Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Professor Rudolf Wagner were all stunned.
"I hope you can realize the importance of this live broadcast of the surgery. Maybe it's not as simple as the medical award," Ms. Fischer said seriously.
"Important? If Dr. Mehar thought it was important, he wouldn't have asked to be an assistant, "Su Yun said.
"No," Ms. Fischer said. "This is the doctor's arrangement. Please don't question it. If you always have a different view on this, I believe the doctor will be very unhappy. "
"Excuse me, do you really want to broadcast the surgery live?" Zheng Ren asked immediately.
"Yes," Fischer said. "It has to be broadcast because you need help. In addition, the micro-guide wire used tomorrow can transmit analog signals. It was specially made by the Royal Academy of Sciences for this surgery. The doctor has tried it and it feels no different from an ordinary guide wire. I have to make this clear in advance. "
Zheng Ren was stunned. No wonder he felt that there was something wrong with the guide wire.
"Is there anything else?" Fischer asked.
"I have to fast water." Zheng Ren could only say some nonsense helplessly.
"Please understand the doctor's painstaking efforts. I don't want to hear any doubts about the doctor," Fischer said seriously. "I'm just here to inform you. Please prepare for the surgery carefully. You have to believe that tomorrow's surgery will have a decisive impact on your future career. Maybe it won't just be your career. "
"Chang Yue, tomorrow's TIPS surgery will be carried out as normal," Zheng Ren suddenly said to Chang Yue.
Su Yun and the professor looked at Zheng Ren. They did not know why this guy was so ambitious.
He was going to perform a surgery with a sky-high difficulty tomorrow. How could he still be in the mood to perform TIPS surgery early in the morning? If Dr. Mehar's surgery failed, even if he completed 10,000 TIPS surgeries within half a year, it would have nothing to do with the Nobel Prize.
"Oh, I'll call the operating theater." Chang Yue was a little unhappy. "Chief Zheng, the head nurse of the operating theater said a month ago that for slow-motion surgery, we have to submit the surgery list before nine o 'clock in the morning."
Zheng Ren thought of this matter and felt a little regretful.
He was still used to Sea City.
No one else used the interventional surgery room in Sea City's emergency operating theater other than himself. He could perform surgery whenever he wanted.
912 was another concept.
"It's okay. I'll talk to Department Chief Kong later." Zheng Ren saw Chang Yue's disdainful gaze and smiled a little shamefully. "I'm sorry. I'll definitely pay attention in the future."
Ms. Fischer stood in the office. She did not know why this big boy was so shy. Could it be that he was nervous because of what she said?
This was not good news.
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