The Surgeon's Studio

Chapter 1029: Idol

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

He was stunned after just one look. He stood at the door with people piled up behind him.

Although there were many people, none of them dared to crowd around.

Su Yun found the old man somewhat familiar, so he nudged the Professor with his elbow and asked, “Who is that person? Why does he look so familiar?”

Rudolf Wagner was originally focused on Zheng Ren’s lecture. Although he had already mastered the new TIPS surgery method, Zheng Ren’s lecture was so dazzling that he could not take his eyes off it as long as he listened to a few sentences.

People like Su Yun who were determined not to listen to Zheng Ren’s lecture and only played with their phones were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorns… He was the only one.

“Oh my God!!!” the Professor took a look and exclaimed.

The suppressed exclamation was like a bolt of lightning that flashed through Su Yun’s heart. He immediately remembered who he was!

Charles Moore, a living Nobel Prize winner in medicine and biology at the Mayo Clinic! His main achievement was the research on nucleic acid’s transmission of life information.

It was said that this old man was a surgeon when he was young. When he was about forty years old, he had already stood at the prime of surgery and looked down on all living things. However, he went from clinical to research out of everyone’s expectations. He quickly made a breakthrough in his research on nucleic acid and won the Nobel Prize twelve years later because of this research.

This was a story from the past. Su Yun was so dedicated to the Nobel Prize, so how could he not know about it?

However, in the portrait, Charles Moore looked like he was in his fifties when he received the Nobel Prize.

The Charles Moore in front of him was already very old. As time passed, almost all of his energy was taken away.

At this time, he was already an old man who was about to die.

How could it be him! Su Yun’s eyes flickered with a rare light of worship.

In just a moment, he could no longer sit still and was eager to try. He was ready to ask Charles Moore for his autograph.

Facing his idol, all of Su Yun’s youthful frivolity and all of his wildness were put down. He was like a child chasing after a star, impatient.

“Dr. Charles Moore! I saw him eight years ago. He has changed so much in the past few years,” Rudolf Wagner muttered.

Su Yun still held back.

It was obvious that he was here to ask for the venue. If he went up like this, would he not just be bumping into the muzzle of the gun and wait to be slapped in the face by Dr. Charles Moore?

Su Yun was not that stupid.

When it came to his hair, he was smarter than a monkey.

“When the Doctor was young, it was said that he did exceptionally well in surgery. Is that true?” Su Yun asked.

“Of course.” The Professor glared as if he had forgotten everything. He was furious that Su Yun dared to question his idol. “The Doctor’s neurosurgery and general surgery skills were among the best in the world at that time.”

“Why does he want to do research?” Su Yun looked at Dr. Charles Moore and muttered to himself.

“I heard that Dr. Charles Moore’s surgery had already reached the prime of the world at that time. But Brother Yun, you also know that the Nobel Prize discriminates against clinical practice, so he angrily gave up clinical practice to do basic research,” Professor Rudolf Wagner said enviously.

“From clinical to basic, it only takes twelve years to win the Nobel Prize. It’s really awesome,” Su Yun praised, feeling a little strange in his heart.

“Awesome!” the Professor agreed. “I also thought about doing basic research before, but after understanding it, I found that there are too many things to learn. Moreover, basic research depends on fate, and most of it is trial and error. If you look in the wrong direction, you won’t win a Nobel Prize, even if you study for your whole life.”

“That’s the fault of vision, not fate,” Su Yun said coldly.

“What is Dr. Charles Moore doing?” The Professor did not care about Zheng Ren’s dissection and lecture. He observed and asked in confusion.

“He…” Su Yun hesitated for a moment. He wanted to say something, but he held it back in the end.

Su Yun felt that Dr. Charles Moore was watching Zheng Ren’s lecture.

However, if this kind of thing happened to other people, it would be normal. However, the person in front of him was the most powerful person who had climbed to the peak of surgery a few decades ago. Moreover, his research level of basic theories was also at the Nobel Prize level. He was extremely strong.

He could watch Boss Zheng’s lecture, yet he was so serious about it?

Although he was extremely confident, Su Yun still thought that this thought was an illusion.

‘It must be an illusion…

‘It must be an illusion…

‘It was impossible…’

The entire lecture room was eerily quiet. Only Zheng Ren, who spoke in a fluent New York accented American English, was doing an autopsy while using a very direct method to deliver the lecture.

The scene became even stranger.

An assistant behind Dr. Charles Moore wanted to negotiate, but he was stopped by the Doctor just as he took a step forward.

Su Yun noticed Dr. Charles Moore’s action and was stunned for a moment. He suddenly felt that his ‘illusion’ was real.

This strange scene only lasted for less than three minutes. Dr. Smith’s gaze left Zheng Ren’s hand by chance and suddenly saw Dr. Charles Moore standing at the door.

The sweat on his head immediately flowed down, and he cursed his assistant in his heart. Why did he not tell him that Dr. Charles Moore was going to use the surgical demonstration classroom today?!

If he knew, he could even give a lecture in the laboratory!

Although it felt much worse than the surgical demonstration classroom, it was still better than… As he was thinking about this, Smith immediately bent down and walked to Dr. Charles Moore’s side with a smile on his face.

Su Yun sat in his seat and looked at Dr. Charles Moore attentively. When she saw Smith come over to exchange a few words with him, he was stunned.

He originally thought that He would be kicked out immediately, but Dr. Charles Moore waved his hand. After saying a few words to Smith, he found a seat and sat down quietly.

Smith was also a little confused and lost his way.

Everyone noticed this… except for Zheng Ren.

This guy was already immersed in using one set and throwing one set. He could not extricate himself. Moreover, he was not afraid of wasting medical supplies and directly used them as a demonstration. The effect was much better than when he was teaching Mu Tao and the others.

Zheng Ren did not pay attention to everything that happened below the stage.

He was still meticulously talking about how to use nuclear magnetic resonance imaging (nuclear MRI) to determine the puncture point of the surgery. He explained the anatomical relationship between the portal vein and the hepatic vein, how to use nuclear magnetic resonance imaging (nuclear MRI) to determine, how to find that spot, and how to successfully puncture.

Su Yun was completely speechless.

Sometimes, this boss of his was extremely astute, but at other times, he was as silly as… an idiot.

Was this really good?

However, Su Yun did not warn Zheng Ren. Instead, he quietly watched. He still had some confidence in his own guess.

Dr. Charles Moore seemed to be very interested in Zheng Ren’s anatomical examination. He watched with interest.

Once again, the surgical demonstration classroom fell into a strange atmosphere.