Zheng Ren exited the System in a carefree mood.
The success of the surgery in the System's operating theater gave him a strong sense of satisfaction.
Although not all cases of adenomyosis could be treated, the limited cases could be treated with interventional surgery. That was enough.
Zheng Ren answered the call.
"Hello, Chief Qian."
"Okay, I'll prepare for surgery right away."
"Please ask the patient's family to come to the emergency ward. I need to give them a preoperative briefing."
With that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.
Walking out of the on-call room, Zheng Ren saw Su Yun sitting on a chair in the office, playing with his phone. His thumbs were tapping furiously on the screen as if he was chatting with five or six people at the same time.
"Su Yun, the patient's family has agreed to the interventional surgery. Go get ready," Zheng Ren said.
Su Yun nodded and put away his phone, a suggestive smile on his face.
This guy, even from ten meters away, he could smell the surging hormones.
Professor Rudolph was so engrossed in Chang Yue's explanation of domestic medical practices that he did not notice Zheng Ren's entrance.
Zheng Ren found a computer and sat down to type the surgical consent form.
Since it was a rare disease and the patient had a large number of fractures waiting for surgery, the preoperative briefing could not be written on a template. Zheng Ren had to type it word by word.
Zheng Ren typed very slowly as he carefully considered every possible complication.
Soon, the patient's family arrived. Zheng Ren still remembered the young man.
That day, Su Yun had communicated with the patient downstairs and gone to the operating theater. Today, he was in a different position.
Zheng Ren asked him to sit down, his warm smile making the young man feel a sense of security.
The news he had been receiving for the past few days was mostly bad news. He was under too much pressure and was on the brink of collapse.
Zheng Ren started the preoperative briefing, but he did not follow the printed items one by one. Instead, he started with the adenomyosis.
The most important briefing was not about the complications of the surgery, but because the patient's condition was unique, it was impossible to do other tests to determine if it was a limited or diffuse adenomyosis.
Therefore, the surgery confirmed that it was diffuse adenomyosis and gave up on the possibility of further treatment.
The communication was smooth.
Before this, the young man had brought the girl to many hospitals due to the problem of adenomyosis, including large hospitals in Imperial City and Sorcery City.
He had a basic understanding of the disease and had even made the decision to undergo a hysterectomy if it did not work.
He had to choose between having a child or a hysterectomy to save his life. However, the patient could not let go of her obsession with having a child and insisted on surgery after giving birth.
He had also thought about how he would comfort the girl after she was transferred from the ICU.
He was surprised when Zheng Ren said there was a possibility of a cure.
Professor Rudolf Wagner turned around and asked in surprise, "Zheng, did I hear you wrong? "Yes, Professor," Zheng Ren said.
"Are you talking about adenomyosis?"
"Oh my god, you're so confident that you can cure limited adenomyosis!" The professor made an exaggerated gesture to match his expression and words.
"It's just a localized form. There's no cure for the diffuse form. We can only do surgical resection," Zheng Ren said.
"Now, I feel that staying here is a very good choice." "Not really, Professor," Zheng Ren said calmly, "Adenomyosis was treatable in the past."
"It's not really a surprise, Professor," Zheng Ren said calmly, "Adenomyosis was treatable in the past."
"But no one can treat it with certainty. Zheng, I heard confidence in your tone just now. Please believe me, this is definitely not an illusion, "the professor said.
Zheng Ren waved his hand, signaling the professor to keep quiet while he communicated with the patient's family.
The young man was stunned. Doctor Zheng had called the foreigner professor. Was he an expert in this field?
"Mr. Professor, can you understand Chinese?" The young man turned around and asked.
"Yes, as long as it's not too fast or in a dialect, I can understand it," Professor Rudolf Wagner said.
"What's your specialty?" The young man stood up and approached the professor like a drowning man grabbing a floating log.
Because he had consulted with large hospitals in the country, it was precisely because he knew too much that he was just trying to make a Hail Mary effort when Zheng Ren wanted to do the surgery.
"Interventional surgery."
"Can I ask you to operate on my fiancée?" The young man bowed in excitement.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was stunned. He looked at Zheng Ren in confusion, then at the young man.
The young man noticed the professor's odd expression. He did not know if he had said the wrong thing or if there was some other reason.
The atmosphere in the office suddenly became strange.
"Zheng, did I misinterpret what you just said?" Professor Rudolf Wagner asked doubtfully.
"What did you say?"
"You said you have a high chance of curing the limited type of adenomyosis."
"No," Zheng Ren said.
"Then why is this young man asking me to operate on her? I'm less than fifty percent sure. "Professor Rudolf Wagner was confused.
The young man did not understand the situation at all. He looked at the professor in a daze and then at Zheng Ren. He did not know what the relationship between the two of them was.
Zheng Ren did not blame him and smiled.
"Young man, I'm from Heidelberg, Germany. I'm here to invite Zheng to Heidelberg to set up a research lab with me for a new surgical technique. Zheng is the only one in the world who can perform this technique, "Professor Rudolf Wagner explained.
The young man was stunned. Since when did Sea City have such an amazing doctor?
They couldn't be lying to him, right?
"If you agree to the surgery, sign here. It's almost ready," Zheng Ren said, tapping the document in his hand.
The young man was still in a daze.
"Don't worry. Even if I can't do it, there's still a foreign professor here." Zheng Ren smiled. He did not care whether his or the professor's surgical skills were better. Instead, he comforted the patient's family.
The patient's family was grateful. They bowed to Professor Rudolf Wagner and Zheng Ren and signed their names on the document.
Zheng Ren held the preoperative signature in his hand, called the professor, and went to the operating theater.
"Zheng, don't the people in your country know that you're the man with the Hands of God? This is unbelievable, "the professor exclaimed on the way.
"Professor Rudolf, what you said isn't important. I believe that as a doctor, we should always focus on the disease and not on other aspects, "Zheng Ren said with a smile.
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