Thousands of surgeries were indeed very difficult.
Zheng Ren was a little tired of it. He also felt that Professor Rudolf Wagner and Su Yun were being too hasty. It would be strange if a top-notch, world-class award was given too casually.
Seeing that Su Yun was about to speak again, Zheng Ren interrupted him and asked, "Dr. Mehar, I think your physical condition is fine. You can perform a prostate interventional embolization at any time."
"Surgery? How's the success rate? " Dr. Mehar stared at Zheng Ren. His eyes were calm as if this surgery was for someone else.
"It's alright," Zheng Ren said perfunctorily.
He had already pulled Dr. Mehar out of the abyss of death. Zheng Ren felt that his work was done. The rest, such as prostate hyperplasia and the like, were not important. At most, he would carry a urinary catheter to survive.
The most important thing was that Zheng Ren felt that he had fulfilled his responsibility and obligation as a doctor. The rest was up to the patient's choice.
Dr. Mehar saw Zheng Ren's perfunctory expression and was a little surprised. He was slightly stunned.
"I can't stay in Stockholm for too long, Dr. Mehar," Zheng Ren said straightforwardly. "Today, you should think about it. If you want to do the surgery, set a time in the near future. It's normal if you don't want to do it. I'll go home. "
After saying that, Zheng Ren smiled, stood up, and said, "I'm very happy to see you recover. I'll take my leave first."
The professor was dumbfounded.
In all these years, he had never seen anyone who dared to speak to Dr. Mehar like that.
Did the boss … really not want to receive the Nobel Prize?
Su Yun followed Zheng Ren and the two of them left the ward. The professor stood where he was. He did not know whether to leave or not.
"This friend of yours is really interesting," Dr. Mehar said with a smile. "Rudolf, sit down."
The professor hesitated for a moment but still sat down according to Dr. Mehar's instructions.
"Yesterday, I felt like I was bathed in a white light," Dr. Mehar said. "But the Lord still did not take me in. I've seen the radiographic films of the surgery. Your friend's skill level is the best in the world. "
Professor Rudolf Wagner smiled, a little uneasy.
"I'm gradually believing what you said. The surgery that you can't do, he can really do it," Dr. Mehar said.
"The boss is an amazing person. His surgical techniques are exquisite, and his surgical skills … I'm still a distance away from him."
Dr. Mehar smiled and said, "He gave me a recyclable stent to solve the problem of coagulation dysfunction. Two months later, I'll go to China to look for him. If the surgery is successful, I'll stay in China for a while and solve my prostate problem. "
Hearing Dr. Mehar's words, the professor was slightly stunned.
All this while, he had been preparing for prostate interventional embolization. He did not expect Zheng Ren to perform an interventional surgery on the heart and coronary arteries this time in Sweden.
Then … then I have to wait for two months?
The professor was a little indignant. He wanted to say something but when he saw that Dr. Mehar's eyes were closed, he knew that he did not want to talk to him anymore. This was a notice, not a discussion. He stood up and slowly walked out.
Back in the car, Su Yun saw that the professor's expression was a little strange, so he asked, "Lil Fugui, what are you thinking about?"
"Dr. Mehar said that he just finished the surgery. He doesn't want to do the prostate interventional embolization so early." The professor frowned and replied, "The doctor said that he will go to the capital to look for the boss in two months."
"Lil Fugui, you owe the boss a big favor this time." Su Yun began to mock the professor. "Tell me, what did you do in such a hurry?"
The professor was a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and said, "It's all because I was in a hurry. I didn't do things reliably."
"It's fine." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Then we can go back."
"Boss, I saw that the lady boss has also gone to the capital. I heard that you want to set up a research and development center for TIPS surgery in the capital. Is that true?" the professor asked.
"Lady boss …" Zheng Ren was speechless.
"What? Are you embarrassed? How could you have the nerve to do it in the first place? "Su Yun spat.
He could not talk to this guy. Zheng Ren turned his face away from him and said to the professor.
"Lil Fugui, we have indeed set up a research and development center for TIPS surgery, but we don't have a specific location yet. It's just that Department Chief Kong has given me ten beds," Zheng Ren said.
"Boss, I want to go back with you for the surgery," Professor Rudolf Wagner said very seriously.
"Don't you have to work in Heidelberg?" Zheng Ren asked curiously.
"What kind of work is more important than the Nobel Prize?" Professor Rudolf Wagner was also very curious.
The two of them were not on the same line of thinking at all. This was also because neither of them was a contrarian. If there was a contrarian, just wait for a quarrel.
Zheng Ren did not have any objections to the professor following him back.
One more person to work for free … Professor Rudolf Wagner did not just not want money. He came with his own foundation's investment.
Since he had made the decision, there was no point in staying in Stockholm anymore. The professor booked the earliest flight, carried his suitcase, and set off again.
In fact, according to Su Yun's idea, he should stay in Northern Europe for a few days. However, Zheng Ren wanted to go back to see Xie Yiren. The professor's heart was full of TIPS surgery, so his opinion was directly ignored by the two of them.
After a long journey, they were so tired that they did not have any energy at all. After boarding the plane, they began to sleep. No one had the energy to joke around.
The nine-hour flight time was boring, especially with the professor snoring at the side. Zheng Ren could not even have a good rest even if he wanted to.
He had no choice but to go into the System library to read.
The journey was peaceful. This time, they went to Stockholm quickly and returned quickly. It only took them less than three days.
Department Chief Kong, Xie Yiren, and Chang Yue went to pick up the three of them. After meeting, Department Chief Kong had a stomach full of questions.
The main problem was the progress of the Nobel Prize. The older generation was more superstitious about this.
In the past, as long as a small achievement was achieved, the whole country would rejoice and a billion people would celebrate together, let alone the Nobel Prize.
The launch of the Long March rocket was broadcasted live across the country. Countless pairs of eyes were watching it.
The Olympics were even more so.
Now that the country was strong, how could Central TV still broadcast the rocket launch live? Even Chang 'e's landing on the moon was not broadcasted live.
However, the Nobel Prize used to be a dream that lingered in the hearts of the older generation of scientists and technicians. Countless people had worked hard, fought, and struggled for it.
Department Chief Kong would never have the chance to win the Nobel Prize himself in this life, but he very much hoped that under his wing, Zheng Ren could realize it on his behalf.
When he picked up Zheng Ren and saw that he was whispering to Xie Yiren, Department Chief Kong did not disturb him.
When he got into the car, Department Chief Kong was about to ask Zheng Ren when his phone rang.
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