When Su Yun and Professor Rudolf Wagner heard this, their expressions became solemn. Zheng Ren rarely spoke in such a stern tone.
He could probably be saved now. If he was delayed for a while longer, it would really be hopeless.
The professor said a long string of words in a serious manner. The people present stopped arguing and quietened down. After the professor finished speaking, the old lady in the wheelchair said something, and then everyone left.
"Boss, it felt so good just now." Su Yun was still excited to go against the heavens and the earth.
"I have nothing better to do," Zheng Ren said lightly.
"What do you know!" Su Yun was not convinced, and said: "This group of people, if you don't scold them with reason and evidence, they won't be convinced. I reckon that Lil Fugui failed to persuade him. I just scolded that person until he didn't say anything. Now look, in ten minutes, it'll be our turn. "
"Let's wait and see." Zheng Ren sat down and stared blankly at the health value on the screen.
After a long time, the professor came back. His face was a little pale, and he was a little excited and nervous.
"How is it, Lil Fugui?" Su Yun asked.
"Madam has agreed to the operation and is preparing the legal documents." Zheng Ren felt that the professor's voice was trembling. He opened his eyes and saw that the professor was in a sorry state. He smiled.
"Lil Fugui, don't worry. There won't be any problems with the surgery." Zheng Ren comforted the professor.
Professor Rudolf Wagner tried to smile, but his smile was uglier than crying.
Zheng Ren was speechless. There was no way to persuade him.
She did not know what kind of guarantee the professor had made, nor did she know what kind of connections he had used, but it was conceivable that the professor had placed a huge bet on the surgery this time.
Surgery was not a hundred percent successful, but Zheng Ren believed in the System's training in the operating theater. Coupled with his + 12 Luck and + 4 interventional surgery success rate, the chances of failure should not be high.
He wanted to comfort the professor, but he did not know what to say.
It was just like how the patient's family members were nervous and anxious before an operation. No matter what the doctor said, it was useless. If the surgery was successful, the patient would recover well after the surgery.
Subtle footsteps could be heard. The footsteps were very chaotic and numerous.
The professor became even more nervous.
Soon, a group of people pushed Mrs. Mehar in a wheelchair.
The person who came did not even look at Zheng Ren. He only communicated with the professor very seriously.
Behind Mrs. Mehar's wheelchair, there was a man in a suit who looked like a lawyer holding a document for the professor to sign.
Wasn't everything the exact opposite? What kind of logic was this?
Zheng Ren was confused. It seemed to be different from what he knew about doctor-patient communication.
How could it be the professor's signature? It should be the signature of the patient's family.
Su Yun did not understand this point, and was a little confused.
After completing the signing procedures, the professor introduced Mrs. Mehar, who was sitting in a wheelchair, to Zheng Ren. Then, he began to get busy and prepare for the surgery.
Professor Rudolf Wagner had paid a huge price, but most importantly, during the defibrillation, Su Yun had displayed a professional quality and knowledge of cardiac electric currents that left the world's experts speechless.
However, this was definitely not enough.
The key was that the doctors at the Karolin Medical and Surgical Research Institute in Stockholm had judged that even with the help of the extracorporeal membrane lung, Dr. Mehar only had less than two days to live.
In other words, the life span of the machine was less than 48 hours, and it could be terminated at any time.
Although Professor Rudolf Wagner was not a doctor who specialized in interventional cardiology, Dr. Mehar's wife was tempted by his repeated assurances.
Even if the surgery failed, they would only lose 48 hours. Why not give it a try?
In the end, all the pressure was on Professor Rudolf Wagner.
He assisted the doctors at the research institute and busied himself. He asked Zheng Ren what medical supplies he needed. If they were special and the research institute did not have them, they could transfer them from all over the world at any time.
However, Zheng Ren said that he did not need any special equipment. He only needed the corresponding equipment for coronary artery rotational grinding.
Looking at the skeptical gazes around him, Professor Rudolf Wagner's heart felt like it was hanging in the air.
He believed in Zheng Ren, and he could only choose to believe.
If Dr. Mehar died, all the work he had done before would go to waste.
It was the Nobel Prize in Medicine. There had not been a new surgical method for decades.
Even if he was only the second author, the professor was very satisfied.
This was his dream, the dream that he had fought for all his life.
For this ultimate dream, the professor finally decided to give it a try.
He put his future, honor, future, and status on the line.
The operating theater was on the second floor, less than a hundred meters away from the ward. After the preoperative preparations were completed, a professional doctor escorted Dr. Mehar directly to the operating theater.
There was no communication and the atmosphere was a little depressing. Zheng Ren was still used to the environment of Sea City's emergency operating theater. Here, he could not hear Chu Yanzhi shouting to burn his calories, nor could he hear Xie Yiren's gentle and busy figure.
"Boss, are you really confident?" Su Yun asked in a low voice as he changed his clothes.
"Uh …" Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment. "When you told Lil Fugui, I saw that you were very confident. You said it so well that even I almost believed it. "
"What do you mean even you almost believed it?"
"Even I thought I could do it." Zheng Ren had an innocent look on his face. He spread his hands and said, "I've never done it before. Who knows if I can do it?"
"God …" Su Yun covered his forehead.
"Stop fooling around. Hurry up and scrub your hands." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "The probability of success is at least 95%. Well, when I say 100%, it might be a little high, but 95% is still very modest. "
Su Yun was startled. Was this considered modesty?
"I looked at the radiographic films. There's a surgical contraindication to the rotary grinding technique." It was not that Su Yun did not understand. He had his own thoughts.
He was about to go on stage, so he felt uneasy, especially when Zheng Ren said with certainty that the success rate of the surgery was so high. He did not understand, so he asked.
"That's because the surgeon's skill level is not high enough, and the technique is not delicate enough. That's why it's considered a contraindication." Zheng Ren smiled. Because he was wearing a sterile mask, the corners of his mouth could not be seen. "Otherwise, why would there only be a 90% chance of complications from dissection surgery? Isn't there a 10% chance of success?"
"You mean 10% is a coincidence, but you … Huh? Who gave you that confidence? "Su Yun looked at him in surprise.
Contraindications written in textbooks were considered common in Zheng Ren's case. Who gave him such confidence?
"Technology is advancing very quickly, and the textbooks can't keep up with the latest developments. Su Yun, you have to study hard, "Zheng Ren said earnestly as he washed his hands.
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Indeed, the textbooks were constantly being adjusted. For example, a surgical angle of 60 ° was a taboo, but now it had been changed to 90 °.
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