Yes, here. Continue, be gentle. "Zheng Ren looked at the image on the screen and guided Professor Rudolf Wagner's next move.
"Good, very good," Zheng Ren praised.
"Slow down, slow down …"
"Pa!"
"I told you to slow down, didn't you hear me?"
"That's right. Move the angle of your wrist."
Little Oliver felt like he was watching a wonderful but unimaginable opera. He watched as Professor Rudolf Wagner stood on the operating table, transformed into a German shepherd, and was being trained.
The sound of slapping was continuous, and Little Oliver felt pain when he heard it.
However, the man who used to be like a lion was now obedient and docile like a silent lamb. He only focused on the surgery and did not even dare to talk back.
Could it be that the professor liked this? A strange thought appeared in Little Oliver's mind and he threw it out of his mind.
Impossible! He must not have this thought if he did not want to spill the beans one day and face the professor's anger.
"Okay, very good!" Zheng Ren's praise would occasionally appear, but most of the sounds were still the sound of the hemostatic forceps hitting the radial process of the professor's wrist.
In between, Little Oliver was wiping the professor's sweat.
Half an hour later, Professor Rudolf Wagner finally finished embolizing a branch of the capillary network.
Seeing the image of the capillary network disappear without a trace, Professor Rudolf Wagner roared and raised his fist.
"What the hell are you shouting for? Continue! "Zheng Ren said coldly.
"Boss, did I do it? I really did it! "Professor Rudolf Wagner still refused to believe it.
"Yes, don't worry," Zheng Ren said. "There are still three sets of capillary network. You can do it."
"Okay!" the professor replied crisply.
Some things were like window paper. Once it was pierced, it was actually nothing much.
Amidst the sound of the hemostatic forceps hitting the radial process, the professor's rapid growth exceeded Zheng Ren's expectations.
Zheng Ren could feel the professor's change in this surgery.
He had probably advanced to Grandmaster. Advancing in surgery should be similar to advancing in online battles.
The professor's talent was not bad, and Zheng Ren was very satisfied.
Then, the sound of "pa pa pa" continued, but the frequency was decreasing.
The surgery was also relatively smooth. The third group of capillary network was embolized in half an hour.
Looking at the vanishing capillary network, Professor Rudolf Wagner was proud, but he did not dare to celebrate. The boss was simply too conservative. The atmosphere in the operating theater was so oppressive that it was like … However, he only dared to criticize this in his mind.
"Boss, you must be tired. Why don't you go down and rest?" The professor said after the third group of capillary network embolization.
"Oh? Do you feel like it's almost done? "Zheng Ren asked.
"Yes, I can already understand your thinking, boss. Although there are still some technical flaws, this surgery seems to be no problem." Professor Rudolf Wagner's words were filled with pride and arrogance.
"Alright, Xi Bao 'er will be the assistant then." Zheng Ren turned around and stepped off the stage. He took off his sterile gloves and walked out of the operating theater.
"You're good, Boss." No one knew when Su Yun had arrived at the operating room outside the operating room. He sat on the chair lazily and crossed his legs.
"Hmm? What's wrong? "
"Disciplining Lil Fugui is like disciplining a dog. Do you know the status of Lil Fugui in the European medical world? "Su Yun's words were more direct. He was not afraid that the professor would be unhappy.
Yes, if it really did not work, he would go out and drink! Whoever drank until they collapsed was a coward!
As long as it was not Chang Yue, Su Yun had never been afraid.
"It's alright. Lil Fugui requested it himself," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Next time, I should give you a ruler, disinfect it, and put it in a sterile bag," Su Yun joked. "Beating him with a ruler gives me a special sense of accomplishment."
"I don't feel anything at all."
"Boss, do you know why Lil Fugui came all the way here to learn prostate surgery?" Su Yun looked into Zheng Ren's eyes and asked.
"It's probably because some big shot wants to perform a similar surgery," Zheng Ren said.
"You're not stupid." Su Yun habitually began to scold Zheng Ren. "Let me tell you, it's Dr. Mehar who needs it. Do you know Dr. Mehar?"
"I don't."
"Dr. Mehar's words basically have 40% of the weight of the Nobel Prize in medicine and biology."
"Oh, that's good. After Lil Fugui completes the surgery for the doctor, does that mean that he has succeeded in flattering the doctor? Then, next year, we can see Lil Fugui standing on stage to receive the Nobel Prize? "
"…" Su Yun did not understand and looked at Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren watched Professor Rudolf Wagner's surgery through the lead-lined glass.
"Are you really stupid? Are you a saint?" Su Yun suddenly said.
"Who are you scolding?" Zheng Ren saw that the professor had started to step on the line. He lowered his head to look at the screen in the operating room and retorted, "A few days ago, I remember someone saying that he wanted to protect all private property. If you want to go, you can discuss it with the professor. "
"Boss, is this considered authorization?"
"Of course. I'm not interested in any interpersonal communication," Zheng Ren said firmly. "I'm very relieved that you're handling things."
"Okay!" Su Yun jumped up from his chair and excitedly punched Zheng Ren. "Boss, I asked around. A professor in Russia said that the Mayo Clinic has improved the TIPS surgery and can reduce the number of punctures to less than three. He said that this is this year … No, next year's Nobel Prize in medicine. "
"Oh, so you're here? You can go with Lil Fugui. If you want to learn TIPS surgery, I can teach you. "
"I'm not interested at all. I'm just your agent." Su Yun shook his head. "I'm from the thoracic surgery department. I want to use my own surgery to conquer the Nobel Prize!"
"You have ambition," Zheng Ren said perfunctorily. He had no interest in the Nobel Prize at all.
Su Yun stood behind Zheng Ren and looked at his back. He was also a little confused.
What Zheng Ren said made sense. To be honest, Su Yun did not agree with it. If he did not care about fame and fortune, could he do it to such an extent?
Or did he have social phobia?
As soon as this thought appeared, it instantly expanded. Su Yun's eyes lit up.
Yes, social phobia! The boss was still the more serious kind. He was not even willing to fight for an honor like the Nobel Prize.
Zheng Ren did not know what Su Yun was thinking. If he did, he would probably kick Su Yun out.
"Lil Fugui, the hand shape is wrong. The angle of the wrist. Remember the angle! Don't use brute force. It's useless. Take care of the cardiovascular system! "
Zheng Ren pressed the intercom and guided Professor Rudolf Wagner's surgery from outside.
The professor accepted it very quickly. The embolization of each section of the capillary network was constantly improving. The superselection was smooth, and the time was shortened.
Finally, the last two groups of capillary network embolization were completed. The patient did not feel any pain or discomfort at all.
Yes, he felt a little tired lying down. Other than that, there was no other discomfort.
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