The professor wailed on the phone and almost cried as he recounted what had happened.
After he returned to Heidelberg, he had performed about 20 cases of prostate interventional embolization. The success rate was only 70%.
Under normal circumstances, this was already a very high success rate.
However, the ultimate goal that the professor had to face was Dr. Mehar. He had to make the success rate of the surgery 100%.
Unfortunately, Zheng Ren had disappeared from the face of the earth. Su Yun had also evaporated.
Professor Rudolf Wagner wanted to find someone to discuss the problem with, but he could not find anyone.
However, even if he could find someone, Zheng Ren could not solve the professor's confusion. If he wanted to increase the success rate of the surgery to 100%, he could only jump from the Grandmaster level to the Legend level.
The gap between them was simply too big. Under the beating of Zheng Ren's hemostatic forceps, the professor successfully advanced, but if he wanted to advance again in a short period of time …
The professor was still far from it.
He repeatedly contacted Zheng Ren, but there was no news. Professor Rudolf Wagner could only accumulate surgical experience bit by bit and apply for this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine step by step.
It wasn't difficult for Professor Rudolf Wagner to make the application.
Although the first applicant was Zheng Ren, the professor had suffered some difficulties. However, the professor's original temper was not as gentle as he appeared in Sea City. He was like a lion guarding his territory.
After Christmas, he applied for the new year's Nobel Prize in Medicine. Dr. Mehar's condition became worse and worse. In addition, he also had a very serious coronary heart disease. The flame of his life was gradually extinguished.
Removing the urethral catheter and letting himself leave with dignity was Dr. Mehar's wish. It was very simple but difficult to achieve.
After several discussions, Professor Rudolf Wagner had no choice but to accept Dr. Mehar's invitation and go to Stockholm to perform an operation on the doctor.
In fact, the little devil in the professor's heart always told him that he could do the surgery himself. If he could do it on his own, the professor could also consider kicking Zheng Ren aside and enjoying the Nobel Prize in Medicine alone instead of sharing it as the second applicant.
This was undoubtedly a huge temptation.
Professor Rudolf Wagner, who was already at the Grandmaster level, finally chose to do it on his own.
Perhaps it was because he was too nervous, or perhaps Dr. Mehar's condition was too serious, or perhaps he was unlucky. In short, the professor's surgery failed.
The failed surgery and Dr. Mehar's cold eyes woke the professor up. He realized that there was a huge gap between his surgical skills and Zheng Ren's. It seemed very close, but in fact, it was insurmountable.
After summarizing and reflecting, the professor knelt down.
However, he still had to fight for the Nobel Prize.
The professor then went to Sea City and really did not see Zheng Ren. After asking Chang Yue and the others, no one knew where Zheng Ren was or what he had done.
He left dejectedly. Every day, the professor would call that number countless times, and every time, he would be disappointed.
But today … today's weather was really good!
Boss Zheng actually answered the phone!
Although the boss sounded unhappy, Professor Rudolf Wagner couldn't care less about it.
The world was big, but the Nobel Prize was the biggest.
The professor nagged to himself and wanted to book a plane ticket for Zheng Ren to fly to Stockholm right now, immediately, immediately!
Zheng Ren cursed in his heart.
He was interested in the Nobel Prize, but he might not be very interested.
Zheng Ren felt a little sick of looking at the winners of the Peace Prize every year.
If someone helped with the procedures and did not look at those annoying faces, such as Professor Rudolf Wagner, Zheng Ren would not mind winning the Nobel Prize in passing.
After all, this was proof of one's status in the Jianghu.
Yes, his status in the Jianghu was only so-so.
However, if Zheng Ren was asked to run around by himself and waste countless time, he would definitely not do it.
Wasn't this nonsense? He was a doctor. What he had to do was treat patients and save people.
The professor's wails did not move Zheng Ren at all.
After a few perfunctory words, Zheng Ren hung up the phone impatiently.
"Yo, boss, not bad." Su Yun turned around and looked at Zheng Ren with a teasing expression.
"Nonsense."
"You don't even care about the Nobel Prize. Aren't you being too pretentious?"
"Pretentious is done, not faked," Zheng Ren said lightly. Then, he ignored Su Yun and asked Department Chief Kong, "Department Chief Kong, will the new surgery research center be in our ward for the time being?"
"Let's put our name on it first. The land will be approved. As for the rest …" Department Chief Kong glanced at Zheng Ren and smiled helplessly. "Boss Zheng, if you can win the Nobel Prize, I think everything will go smoothly."
Zheng Ren was also very distressed. Department Chief Kong's ward had several professors leading the group. The ward was already full. Even if he was squeezed in, to put it nicely, it was the TIPS surgery research center. Actually, he was just a professor leading a group.
Yes, to Zheng Ren, he was indeed just a professor.
Should he give it a try?
Forget it. He had just come out. He should fly back to see Little Yiren first.
The rest..,
Was not important.
When the car arrived at the airport, a few black cars with red flags were already waiting in the special area.
Department Chief Kong got out of the car, tidied up his clothes, and almost strode to the black flag.
A middle-aged man got out of the car with a faint smile on his face and shook hands with Department Chief Kong.
Zheng Ren knew this person. He had interacted with him a few times in the past few months.
He was the secretary of the leader and was in charge of life, medical care, and daily life.
After greeting Department Chief Kong, the middle-aged man came in front of Zheng Ren and extended his hands. He said, "Comrade Zheng Ren, on behalf of the leader, I will see you off."
Four hands shook. Zheng Ren only smiled but did not say anything.
"Comrade Zheng Ren, thank you for your efforts. I wish you a safe journey." The middle-aged man's voice was very gentle, but there was a hint of dignity in it.
"Thank you, leader. Thank you for your concern." Zheng Ren held it in for a long time and finally said this.
After interacting with Zheng Ren a few times, the middle-aged man understood Zheng Ren's temper and temperament. It was already very good for him to say such a thing.
After sending Zheng Ren and the others to the airport, the middle-aged man slowly walked out.
He looked up at the sky. The sun was bright and a little dazzling.
There were a lot of things happening today. The surgery was successful. The leader seemed to have become twenty years younger in the past few days. He met a lot of people in a row.
Some of them were related to Zheng Ren.
In the leader's words, the medical workers had already walked in front, but the weapons they used were not convenient. We have suffered like this before. We will never do it again.
The driver stood straight next to the Hongqi sedan and opened the door. The middle-aged man got into the car and the car slowly drove out of the airport zone.
"I'm Secretary Ge. I'm here to pick up your chairman." In the Hongqi sedan, the middle-aged man had already started working.
"The leader has instructed us to invest in Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery as soon as possible. Also, how far are the negotiations with Biosensors International going? "
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