Zheng Ren was also very distressed. He had just returned and wanted to whisper to Xie Yiren for a while more. However, the professor had already booked the plane tickets for him …
He wanted to refuse but when he saw Professor Rudolf Wagner's eager eyes and Department Chief Kong's intentional or unintentional push, Zheng Ren sighed in his heart. He would go then.
Since Little Yiren had given him a leave, Zheng Ren knew very well that he had to get permission from the leader at this time.
After eating, the professor could not wait to carry Zheng Ren's suitcase and start doing all kinds of movements, hinting to Zheng Ren that it was almost time. If he did not go to the airport now, he was afraid that his trip would be delayed.
The restless professor's gaze made Zheng Ren's hair stand on end. In the end, Zheng Ren helplessly hugged Xie Yiren and hurriedly set off on his journey.
She had just picked Zheng Ren up from the Imperial Capital International Airport, had a meal, and then sent him off. In a hurry, Xie Yiren, who had always been insensitive, felt a little absent-minded.
At the airport, the person Department Chief Kong contacted sent Zheng Ren a passport that was still a little warm.
The photo on it was Zheng Ren's work photo in Sea City.
Zheng Ren admired Department Chief Kong's work efficiency. How could this work?
Originally, he had wanted to use the passport to delay it for a week or two, but it was solved by Department Chief Kong just like that.
Although Department Chief Kong did not say anything, Zheng Ren could feel the underlying ardent expectations behind his words.
The three of them passed the security check. At this time, Professor Rudolf Wagner let out a long sigh.
Finally, he dragged Boss Zheng on the road to Stockholm. The professor did not know what Zheng Ren could do when he went there.
However, with him by his side, the professor always felt at ease.
"Where are we going?" Zheng Ren asked helplessly when they arrived at the VIP lounge of the waiting area.
This was simply a kidnapping. He did not even know where he was going. All he knew was that he was going to perform surgery.
Did he not need to see the patient before the surgery?
Perhaps, this was also a type of freelance surgery? But it was too casual.
"Boss, don't tell me you don't even know the most basic information about the Nobel Prize?" Su Yun was very helpless. As a doctor, Zheng Ren was really a weirdo to be so unconcerned about the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine.
"Aren't you and Lil Fugui busy with this?" Zheng Ren did not look embarrassed at all. He said with a smile.
"We're going to Stockholm's Caroline Medical and Surgical Research Institute. Lil Fugui, right?"
"Yup." The professor nodded, his long blond hair fluttering in the wind. "Dr. Mehar is in charge of the review work at the Karolinska Institute of Medical and Surgical Research in Stockholm. The project was recommended by Dr. Mehar. Boss, you have to pay attention to this matter. "
"Yes, I'll treat him as my patient. I'll be very attentive." Zheng Ren nodded.
Professor Rudolf Wagner and Su Yun frowned at the same time. There was definitely no problem with Zheng Ren's words.
However..,
It just sounded weird somehow.
Could an ordinary patient in Sea City be compared to Dr. Mehar from the Karolin Medical and Surgical Research Institute in Stockholm?
It couldn't be.
Zheng Ren's brain circuit was too strange.
Both of them fell silent. Zheng Ren also felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, but after some thought, he did not seem to have said anything wrong.
"Boss, Dr. Mehar's situation is a little special." Professor Rudolf Wagner thought of something and said, "I performed interventional surgery on him. When the guide wire was pulled out, there was already a fresh thrombus at the end."
"Oh? The coagulation mechanism is so bad? "
"Yes, it's especially bad," the professor said. "Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to use minimally invasive interventional surgery to treat prostate disease. I've seen his coronary radiographic films. Within a few months after the stent was removed, the blockage of all three coronary arteries was more than 90%. Now, it's estimated to be 95% blocked. "
"That's very difficult." Zheng Ren pondered. "Why do I feel that there's no need for prostate interventional surgery?"
Although that was what he said, Zheng Ren understood the patient's feelings.
He once had a patient with colon cancer who had a postoperative fistula and liver metastasis. The patient was treated for liver metastases in the Provincial Capital and the results were good.
If the treatment continued calmly, Zheng Ren estimated that the patient should not have a problem surviving for about three years.
However, the patient had a colostomy on his abdomen and his feces flowed into an external drainage bag. He always felt uncomfortable, unlike normal people. He insisted on second-stage surgery to treat it.
After repeatedly dissuading him, the patient told Zheng Ren that he felt like he was not human anymore.
At this point, Zheng Ren had nothing to say.
After the surgery, the patient's body's immunity dropped sharply due to the impact of the surgery, causing the tumor to grow explosively. He died a few months later.
Dr. Mehar's situation was probably the same as the patients Zheng Ren had come into contact with in the past. Once they accepted the fact that life was limited, many people would choose to die with dignity.
At the very least, they had to die like a human.
Zheng Ren thought about it. Professor Rudolf Wagner took out his notebook and opened it. He found Dr. Mehar's information and radiographic films, as well as the silhouette of the previous surgery.
While waiting for the flight, Zheng Ren began to study it.
Since he had decided to go for the surgery, he would treat him as his own patient. Zheng Ren thought so in his heart.
That was also what he did.
Dr. Mehar was already 85 years old. A year ago, he had a coronary artery stent surgery because of a myocardial infarction.
His liver and kidney function were very poor. In addition, his heart function was not good. This person … Because he was too old, all the organs in his body had aged.
In other words, Dr. Mehar had reached the end of his life.
As for the prostate, in Zheng Ren's opinion, it was the lightest problem.
Even if he did it well, Dr. Mehar's heart would only work for about a year at most.
Perhaps, one year was an optimistic estimate.
Looking at the extent of the coronary artery blockage and the situation of the interventional surgery with Lil Fugui, Zheng Ren estimated that Dr. Mehar could die from a myocardial infarction at any time.
This was all useless. The chances of this person living to the Nobel Prize judges were really not high.
This was from a utilitarian point of view, but Zheng Ren said that he would treat him as his own patient.
From the patient's point of view, it was also a better choice to let him die with dignity.
Not only did it comply with the patient's own wishes, but it also improved the quality of his survival as much as possible.
He would do as much as he could.
"Lil Fugui, are you having an old problem here again?" Zheng Ren said as he pointed at the radiographic films recorded in the notebook.
"Is there a problem with that?" Professor Rudolf Wagner was stunned for a moment.
"Are you stupid, Lil Fugui? Do you still remember the patient you treated in Sea City? The third group of capillaries is very similar to this? The boss hit you three times with hemostatic forceps? Right, boss? "
"Twice. The third time, I wanted to hit him, but before I could do it, he changed his method," Zheng Ren said with certainty.
"…" The professor was dumbfounded. What were these two talking about? How could they remember it so clearly!
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