After talking for a while, Zheng Ren finished the silhouette and the professor brought him to the Lisheng Hotel on the waterfront in Stockholm.
This place was relatively close to the old city of Stockholm, so the professor specially gave Zheng Ren some introductions.
However, Zheng Ren did not have a literary temperament.
For the old city, he was not interested in the buildings with the dust and marks of time. Not at all, really, not at all.
After checking in, Zheng Ren took a shower and chatted with Xie Yiren for a while.
It had been a torturous day.
From southern China to the Imperial Capital, he flew to Northern Europe and even did brand-new surgical training …
However, there was one advantage of performing surgery at the Karolinska Institute of Medical and Surgical Research in Stockholm. He did not have to worry about the patient's postoperative care.
If the surgery could not be performed and the postoperative care could not keep up, this place would no longer be the judging body for the Nobel Prize in Medicine.
It was not like sleeping at home and thinking about the patient's condition in the middle of the night.
Zheng Ren slept very soundly. When he woke up, it was already around two o 'clock in the afternoon.
Jet lag … Zheng Ren was a little troubled. It was better to go back as soon as possible.
After getting up and washing up, Zheng Ren called the professor. Soon, the professor came to the hotel and picked Zheng Ren up for dinner.
"Boss, Dr. Mehar can already eat liquid food. He's recovering very well." The first thing Professor Rudolf Wagner said when they met was the doctor's recovery.
"Oh," Zheng Ren replied.
Was it not normal for him to recover well?
All three coronary arteries were opened and the myocardium was no longer ischemic. As long as he passed the acute stage, Zheng Ren felt that Dr. Mehar would be able to walk by tomorrow morning at the latest.
"The doctor said that he wants to see you." Professor Rudolf Wagner's eyes shone with passion.
"See the patient after the surgery?" Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Go ahead. Eat first or go see Dr. Mehar first?"
The professor hesitated for a moment. Su Yun said impatiently, "Of course I'll eat first. I'm starving. Do foreign doctors also need to perform surgery on an empty stomach to see patients? "
There was no need to hesitate anymore. Although Professor Rudolf Wagner was impatient, he still had to eat.
Otherwise, if Brother Yun was not happy, God knew what kind of unpleasant words he would say in front of Dr. Mehar.
The professor had an inexplicable fear of Su Yun, and he did not know how he had developed it.
"Boss, I thought about it. The surgical method you chose is really great!" Su Yun yawned and said after getting into the car.
"Hmm? Is it a recyclable stent? "Zheng Ren was puzzled. Why was Su Yun still thinking about this?
"Yeah." Su Yun said, "You don't even know how strange those people's expressions were when I explained the surgery to Mrs. Mehar yesterday."
"There's nothing special, right?" Zheng Ren said. "In Dr. Mehar's case, the recyclable stent is the best choice."
"Yes, Lil Fugui … In our situation, the recyclable stent is also the best choice," Su Yun said. "Boss, you don't know how strict these people are with our literature review. If we were to do it ourselves, I'm afraid the timeline would be extended to 5-10 years. "
"Don't think too much about it. Applying for the Nobel Prize has nothing to do with the choice of technique." Zheng Ren naturally knew what Su Yun meant. He shook his head and said.
"Keep pretending." Su Yun blew a breath of disdain. The black hair on his forehead fluttered as if he was echoing. "At the very least, Dr. Mehar won't be able to leave you for the rest of his life."
"You can't say that. What if someone's surgical skills improve by leaps and bounds and catch up to mine? It's also possible," Zheng Ren said calmly.
Su Yun was stunned. He looked at Zheng Ren and could not say a word.
After a long time, he sighed sincerely. "Boss, what I admire the most about you is this kind of inexplicable confidence."
"It's not inexplicable, right?" Zheng Ren thought to himself. This was all done through dozens of days of continuous training in the operating theater of the System. How could it be inexplicable?
Su Yun shook his head. His pupils dilated slightly, and his eyes became empty. No one knew what he was thinking.
Professor Rudolf Wagner did not interrupt. He also had his own thoughts.
Soon, the professor brought Zheng Ren and Su Yun to a western restaurant. The professor introduced Zheng Ren to how good and authentic the steak here was. The steak here …
In any case, Zheng Ren did not listen to a single word. To him, what the professor said was dispensable. If not for Su Yun's insistence, he would have been in the ward of the Karolin Medical and Surgical Research Institute in Stockholm.
Su Yun approved of this restaurant very much. However, because he was going to see Dr. Mehar soon, he could not drink. He expressed some regret.
It would not taste right to eat steak without drinking some red wine.
The professor did not think so.
Tycoon's barrage of green sticks had caused him unparalleled damage. Logically speaking, Germans who liked to drink beer should not give up drinking for a hangover. However, the professor refused to drink with Su Yun and Chang Yue no matter what, even if Su Yun did not drink at all that day.
Since he did not drink, Zheng Ren was not interested in the Western way of eating. The meal ended hastily.
Little Oliver drove all the way to the intensive care unit of the Karolin Medical and Surgical Research Institute in Stockholm.
The professor led the way in front and led Zheng Ren and Su Yun to the ward from yesterday.
Through the glass of the observation room, Zheng Ren saw an old man half-sitting on the hospital bed. He was wearing presbyopic glasses and was looking at something in his hand.
Professor Rudolf Wagner knocked on the transparent glass door out of courtesy. Dr. Mehar looked up, smiled, and waved.
The three of them walked in. Zheng Ren saw that Dr. Mehar's extracorporeal membrane lung had been removed. Only the ECG monitor was still monitoring his vital signs.
Judging from the ECG wave, it was a complete sinus rhythm. It was especially perfect.
However, he was trying to do some 'vigorous' exercise, such as getting out of bed and taking a walk.
Zheng Ren could not understand what Dr. Mehar said, so the professor acted as a translator.
"Young man, I'm glad to meet you. I think the Lord doesn't want to take in a devout child like me and let me continue to spread the glory of the Lord in the world, "the professor translated Dr. Mehar's words.
"Hehe." Zheng Ren smiled.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was stunned.
How the f * ck was he supposed to translate? However, it did not seem like there was a need for translation.
However, was it too impolite to just respond to Dr. Mehar's words with a chuckle?
The professor was conflicted. The professor was depressed. The professor pulled out strands of hair. (Note)
"Sit down. I saw the silhouette of you performing the surgery on me. The surgery was very good. I heard from Rudolf that you have a pair of hands that have been kissed by the heavens. Now that I look at it, it is indeed so, "Dr. Mehar said.
"Hehe."
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This sentence was the first chaos in history from Zhang Xiaohua. It was the same as a wild dog that had lost its rigidity. 'A divine book. I thought it would end badly, but I didn't expect it to go straight through.' 'Praise Zhang Xiaohua!'
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