She walked in an arc, intentionally or unintentionally passing by Su Yun.
When everyone was gone, Old Wu pointed at a chair and said, "Boss Zheng, please take a seat."
"Just call me Little Zheng. You're too kind," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"It's a good habit to visit a patient this late at night," Old Wu said.
"I've gotten used to it after so many years. I'm always worried that something might go wrong if I don't take a look."
"Keep it up." Old Wu nodded. "It's a good habit. As doctors, we can't be too careful. "
Zheng Ren nodded.
"This must be Professor Rudolf," Old Wu said as he looked at Professor Rudolf Wagner.
"Yes, just call me Lil Fugui," Professor Rudolph Wagner said.
The down-to-earth name was unreal to anyone who heard it for the first time. The golden-haired Professor Rudolph Wagner could not be associated with the word "Lil Fugui" no matter how hard they tried.
Old Wu paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "You did well in surgery, but China is even better."
The professor did not say anything, only smiled proudly.
…
At the same time, in Rochester, New York, several specialists were having a meeting at the Mayo Clinic Heart Research Center.
Mayo Clinic was ranked number one in the world when it came to treating heart diseases.
The medical record in front of them was that of a patient from Hong Kong. Mayo Clinic's annual income was close to ten billion dollars. Ordinary tycoons would not have any impression of them. In other words, just having money was definitely not enough.
Here, no one cared about wealth. Those who could afford to come to Mayo Clinic for medical treatment and physical examination were not short of money.
The patient's condition was strange. He was as healthy as a wild horse in the African grasslands, but he had died intermittently in his sleep.
Countless relevant tests had been done, but there was no diagnosis. They could only guess that it was a heart disease and give him some preventive treatment.
The patient had just relapsed and died suddenly without warning. Due to the close surveillance, the family doctor had immediately performed resuscitation and the patient was out of danger.
In other words, Mayo Clinic's treatment was ineffective.
It was rare to have a sudden cardiac arrest at night without any warning, but no problems could be found. The professors at Mayo Clinic also couldn't figure out what kind of disease it was.
It could only be said that the Grim Reaper was coveting this person. He did not know when the scythe would stretch out from the other dimension and reap his life.
It seemed that he could only pray. This was the only way.
However, these words could only be said in private. They could not appear in any medical documents.
After some discussion, he decided to seek help from a few of his close friends to see if they had any ideas.
When he found a professor at the Karolinska Institute of Medical University in Stockholm, he was silent for a while and gave a suggestion.
Everyone's diagnostic skills were about the same. Perhaps the Mayo Clinic would be better. However, when it came to the level of surgery, the professor gave a suggestion — to find the young doctor from China who was a candidate for this year's Nobel Prize.
His surgery was unparalleled. He had a pair of hands that had been kissed by God. That was how a professor at the Karolinska Institute of Medical Sciences in Stockholm described him.
If the surgical skill was high, the diagnosis would definitely not be bad.
If there was no other way, it would be a good choice to look for him.
Should he do that? It did not matter if it was a familiar professor. When everyone encountered difficult problems, they had long been used to discussing with each other.
However, a young doctor who had not yet integrated into the circle, even if he had a New England Journal of Medicine and a Lancet paper, even if he had the bonus of being nominated for the Nobel Prize, was not accepted by the mainstream medical circle.
Should he really look for him?
However, this was a hot potato. Tell the patient that there was someone who might have a way and let him find it himself. It would save him the trouble of repeatedly studying this difficult case.
The doctors at Mayo Clinic were not afraid of difficulties. However, after all the examinations, there was still no reasonable explanation.
This was a headache.
It was best to push this matter out.
Soon, a few professors finally confirmed their opinions. They tactfully expressed Mayo's opinion and gave a suggestion.
This suggestion was written in the email and clicked send. It followed the electromagnetic wave to Xiangjiang and arrived at Zou Jiahua's mailbox.
..
There was a knock on the office door.
It was already so late. Who else could it be? Puzzled, he went to open the door.
It was the assistant who had just handed over the card.
"Hello, Teacher Mu," the assistant said very politely. "Just now, my master said that he's rushing over."
"Oh?"
"Please wait a moment, Mr. Wu. Please forgive me for disturbing you."
"It's fine," Wu Haishi said. "Mr. Zou, why are you rushing over so late?"
The female assistant was silent. Then, she calmly told Old Wu that she did not know the details.
Then, she left.
"Shenzhen City is close to Xiangjiang. You are also very famous in the industry. Many people from Xiangjiang come to see you," Mu Tao explained to Zheng Ren with a smile.
Ordinary people from Xiangjiang were willing to come to Shenzhen City to see a doctor. Although it was free to see a doctor in Xiangjiang, no one could stand the queue. If they did not want to wait in line, they had to accept the sky-high price of a private hospital. Across the river, the cost of coming to Shenzhen City to see a doctor was not high. Everyone could accept it.
However, it was a different situation for Mr. Zou.
Old Wu was one of the top experts in the industry. He had been involved in all disciplines and had even taught a group of disciples.
Mu Tao was just one of them.
Because in Shenzhen City, there were more exchanges with his peers in Xiangjiang, so Old Wu was also famous in Xiangjiang.
However, it was a little unreal for a rich man to drive to see a doctor in the middle of the night.
Zheng Ren felt that it had nothing to do with him. Moreover, Mu Tao had also said that it was best not to talk too much. In that case, he would not say anything. In any case, he was here to teach Mu Tao how to perform TIPS surgery. Zheng Ren really did not care about being rich or not.
Suddenly, Zheng Ren heard a 'ding dong' sound.
His heart skipped a beat. Was there a mission?
[System Mission: Expel the parasite.
Mission Content: Treat a disease that cannot be diagnosed with current technology.
Mission Reward: Grandmaster-level skill book + 1, reputation + 1.
Mission Time: 1 month.]
This mission was of little value. Zheng Ren looked at the mission in the System panel helplessly.
What was the benefit of a reputation + 1? Like a singer or movie star, coming to a city and turning out?
Wasn't this nonsense?
A singer could go to the Bird's Nest to hold a concert with tens of thousands of people. However, a doctor going to the Bird's Nest for a free clinic?
It was completely meaningless.
Zheng Ren threw this mission to the back of his mind. If he stayed in Shenzhen City to treat people, it would affect the progress of the TIPS surgery.
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