The Surgeon's Studio

Director Zhang Lin had no idea what Zheng Ren and Dr. Mehal were talking about.

The ruidian language was a relatively unpopular language. Director Zhang Lin's English listening and speaking skills were considered top - notch, but she did not understand Riedon at all.

She calmly observed the communication between Zheng Ren and Dr. Mehall. Although she did not understand the language, she could roughly understand what Dr. Mehall was asking when she saw the position where Zheng Ren's finger was pointing.

They were all the technical difficulties that were hidden in the seemingly ordinary surgical process.

It didn't look difficult at all. It was very simple and easy.

However, Department Director Zhang Lin had installed at least hundreds and thousands of cardiac pacemaker model, and she had never done it in ten minutes.

The crushing power of his skills was reflected in these seemingly ordinary operations.

"Boss Zheng's skill level is really high," director Zhang Lin thought with emotion.

"Is there a problem here?"

"The doctor is asking what method can be used to avoid the influence of the guide wire and the tiny turbulence in the blood."

"Everyone's anatomical structure is different, so there is no general clinical significance. "

The staff members behind Mehal were also experts in Heart Research. They were discussing in low voices.

They communicated in English, so director Zhang Lin could understand.

It seemed that not only did he acknowledge boss Zheng's level, but the world - Class experts and professors also acknowledged it.

It wasn't just recognition. They probably didn't know how boss Zheng did it.

As director Zhang Lin thought of this, she smiled.

Even though she was not complimenting herself, she felt proud to see boss Zheng standing at the top of the world when it came to interventional surgeries.

Not only did he settle a difficult patient for himself, but he also used his surgery to conquer all the world's interventional physicians. Director Zhang Lin usually didn't dare to think about this.

Zheng Ren and Dr. Mehar conversed for about 20 minutes.

The surgery had only been going on for ten minutes, but the communication and deduction actually took longer than the surgery.

This was also expected. Dr. Mehal's level was extremely high. Although he was no longer able to perform surgery, his eyes were sharp, and the questions he asked were all about the changes from the master level to the peak.

Zheng Ren explained in detail, and at the same time, he had a judgment of Dr. Mehar's skill in interventional surgeries.

This was an expert, an extremely powerful expert.

Based on the data from the other fields, professor Mehal should be at least 50 years old by then. In the Department of Internal Medicine, fifty years old was considered the prime age. However, in the field of surgery, 50 years old was already past the golden age.

Coming into contact with a brand new and unfamiliar subject and quickly climbing up the skill tree, almost reaching the peak of the master alchemist level, this was countless times harder than climbing the skill tree on his own.

The body of a man in his 20s and a man in his 50s were completely different. It would definitely be tougher to wear lead clothes.

He had touched the ceiling, but he was already old and had no strength to cross it.

It was a pity. The more Zheng Ren explained, the more obvious this feeling became. After all, Zheng Ren had been hovering below the peak for a long time ... Actually, it had not been long, only a few months.

More than twenty minutes later, Dr. Mehal's accompanying health doctor came up and whispered to the doctor to remind him not to be too mentally exhausted.

For the first time, the doctor ignored him and continued to discuss with Zheng Ren.

The second time, the doctor was furious and reprimanded him with a series of words that even Zheng Ren, who was proficient in all languages, could not understand.

The doctor was in a difficult position, so he could only stand aside secretly and ask Zheng Ren for help with his eyes.

Zheng Ren understood. After explaining a key point, he smiled and said,""Doctor, I've already said a lot today, your health is more important. If you're interested, we can continue our discussion tomorrow. "

Dr. Mehal was about to scold Zheng Ren when he heard this, but he paused and slowly closed his eyes.

The old man looked a little tired, and his previous spirit disappeared in an instant, leaving only an old man with one foot in the grave.

After nearly a minute, professor Mehal nodded and said,""Then I'll go back and rest."

"I've prepared a meal with Chinese characteristics for you. You can try our Chinese specialties." Zheng Ren said immediately.

Dr. Mehar waved his hand. In his opinion, Zheng Ren's explanation just now was the most delicious food in the world. Other than trying his best to remember and recall what Zheng Ren had said, he did not feel like eating at all.

Zheng Ren was also helpless, so he told Deputy Director Yuan about Dr. Mehal's intention.

Deputy Dean Yuan also had some regrets. He wanted to have an in - depth exchange with Dr. Mehal. But in any case, the doctor was an 80 - year - old man, and his physical condition was very bad. The exchange and discussion with Zheng Ren earlier could be said to be the result of the explosion of a small universe.

He probably really couldn't go out for a meal again.

It was a pity, but it was only a pity. With Deputy Dean Yuan's status, he didn't need to bow to a top professor of a certain subject.

After sending Dr. Mehal off, Zheng Ren did not accompany him but stayed in Room 912.

From Zheng Ren's point of view, Dr. Mehal was a patient, an old man who wanted to climb the technology tree but lacked the strength to do so. He was worthy of respect.

Professor Rudolf Wagner greeted Zheng Ren and reluctantly went to accompany Dr. Mehall.

After Dr. Mehal and the rest got into the car, a person suddenly came down and said to Zheng Ren,""Doctor Zheng, the doctor said that he wants to use the projection screen to discuss the surgery process with you during the surgery. Do you have the relevant equipment here? If not, I'll transfer them over as soon as possible. "

Zheng Ren was speechless.

Was he obsessed to this extent? Although the difficulty of this surgery could not be compared to the previous grinding technique, it was still extremely difficult. It was estimated that professor Mehal's heart stent was full of thrombosis, and a big problem would occur if he was not careful.

He still wanted to study surgery at this time?

However, this was a request from an old scholar, so Zheng Ren could not bear to refuse.

He did not know if there was any similar equipment in the catheter room of the Department of Cardiovascular Medicine.

After he explained Dr. Mehal's intention to Deputy Director Yuan, director ye, and director Zhang Lin, the three of them were very surprised.

When he was operating on himself, he still had to discuss the surgery process. Was this not a rhythm that would only work if he was crazy?

It was a pity that the 912 operating theater did not have such equipment. Therefore, he had to tell the truth and let Dr. Mehal prepare it himself.

Seeing the convoy leave, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

"Boss Zheng, the surgery in a few days will be on you." Director ye smiled and said.

"I've never done it before ..." Zheng Ren spread his hands."Teaching patients while performing surgery is too unfamiliar. I still have to think about it."

Zheng Ren said it casually, but the others were stunned.

In the face of the world's top experts, boss Zheng still held the attitude of giving a lecture?