The Surgeon's Studio

“Professor Rudolf Wagner?” Professor Tian straightened his back subconsciously and lowered his stance like he was still studying at Heidelberg University back then and asked softly.

“Uhm, who the hell are you? Where’d you come from?” Professor Rudolf turned aside and asked with a mixture of a Bavarian accent when he heard someone called out his name.

“…” That was none other than Professor Rudolf Wagner!

Professor Tian was stunned. Who was he? Even if he answered, Professor Rudolf might not even know who he is.

He was a renowned professor in Imperial Capital now, but he was just an ordinary postgraduate researcher at Heidelberg University a few years ago.

He was not the top student that the entire school would be aware of.

Would Professor Rudolf Wagner recognize him? The obvious answer was impossible.

However…

What was Professor Rudolf Wagner, the world’s top interventional doctor doing in Sea City? Most importantly, why was he speaking in a Northeastern accent?

Was this a sign of cosmopolitanism?

Professor Tian stood rigidly at the office door in utter silence like he used to do when he was a postgraduate.

“BrotherZhou, what happened?”

Zheng Ren greeted Dr. Zhou smilingly when he saw Dr. Zhou standing at the door in a panic.

“I… I brought Professor Tian… to look around,” Dr. Zhou stuttered. He could sense the strange atmosphere.

Especially when Professor Tian asked about Professor Rudolf Wagner after they arrived. He recalled Professor Tian telling him yesterday that Professor Rudolf from Heidelberg university was the pioneer in interventional surgery.

He stole a glance at Professor Tian and saw him standing in an upright posture that was straighter than him back when he was still studying and doing ward rounds in Imperial Capital.

Stern and meticulous, with the stoic stance of Germans.

“Come in, Brother Zhou,” Zheng Ren greeted enthusiastically.

Dr. Zhou moved forward a little, but Professor Tian was blocking the entrance. He could not just push him aside and walk-in, could he?

Zheng Ren was too focused on the patient’s condition and just noticed that something was not right. He then looked around in confusion.

What was going on?

“Professor Rudolf Wagner, I didn’t expect to see you here.” Professor Tian regained his senses and took two steps forward carefully and extended his hand.

Professor Rudolf was not keen to have this stranger interrupt his discussion with Zheng Ren on the patient’s condition.

Zheng Ren mentioned something rather interesting. No one in the field had thought of using liver DW-MRI as a preoperative assessment for TIPS surgery.

This was brilliant.

Zheng Ren had just started on this and Professor Rudolf Wagner’s mind was already filled with the idea of a novel surgical and differential diagnostic method.

The person who dared to interrupt him must be a devil!

Professor Rudolf Wagner totally ignored the enthusiastic yet cautious handshake that Professor Tian offered.

The idea of whether this person would be embarrassed was not within the professor’s consideration.

The arrogance of the professor could be clearly seen.

His attitude towards Zheng Ren was purely incidental, a beautiful accident.

His compliance was largely due to Zheng Ren’s extraordinary surgical skills, not because of his good temperament.

Professor Tian did not feel embarrassed as this was exactly what he had expected.

After all, he studied at Heidelberg University and knew about the German professors’ characters.

In fact, he had gotten used to it after spending a few years there.

“I’m Tian…” Before Professor Tian had the chance to finish introducing himself, Professor Rudolf Wagner interrupted him rudely.

“I don’t care who you are. If you want to see me, please go and make an appointment with my assistant. My God, I’m busy!” Professor Rudolf Wagner said frustratedly, the submissiveness he had when he spoke to Zheng Ren just now disappeared entirely.

“Lil Fugui, be nice.” Zheng Ren frowned.

“Yes, boss.” Professor Rudolf Wagner smiled instantly and said ever so kindly as if he was a totally different person before this. “Why do you want to see me? We’re really damn busy. Please say it quickly if you need anything.”

“…” The tone of the scene kept changing, Professor Rudolf Wagner’s role kept interchanging between the artistic, arrogant German professor and a Northeastern Chinese.

The professor was speaking in a typical accent that was rarely heard even in the People from Northeastern China. Professor Tian had a hard time accepting it.

“Professor Tian right? Have a seat.” Zheng Ren stood up and shook hands with Professor Tian. he then said with a laugh, “Brother Zhou, please take a seat too. Did the surgery go well?”

When Professor Tian heard Zheng Ren ask about the surgery, he finally remembered why he came to the interventional department.

“The surgery was very successful. There was very little bleeding, that’s why Professor Tian wanted to come to visit and ask about the interventional surgery,” said Dr. Zhou.

“Oh, as usual. Lumbar artery embolization. I also performed embolizations on a portion of the spinal tumor,” Zheng Ren said, “Did the bleeding exceed 500 mL?”

“That’s the approximate volume.” Dr. Zhou was surprised by Zheng Ren’s estimation.

“Uhm, Professor Tian’s really good,” Zheng Ren said calmly.

Uhm… Dr. Zhou was dumbfounded.

Why was the chief resident of the emergency department acting as a fellow, giving direct comments on the surgical technique of an orthopedic professor from Imperial Capital?

“Almost 500 mL, you people are used to sloppy surgery huh?” Professor Rudolf Wagner said suddenly.

Instantly, Professor Tian felt as if time had traveled back to a few years back to when he was at Heidelberg University. He sprung and stood up straight in the face of the questioning by an interventional professor and said respectfully, “Professor Rudolf, the surgery was very successful. The bleeding did not exceed 500 mL. We did not use any of the prepared red blood cells. You really have the world’s best embolization surgery.”

“I did not perform the surgery. Also, please don’t call me Rudolf. Ru Fugui please, or Lil Fugui. This is my Chinese name, I love it so much,” said the professor.

Zheng Ren frowned. He was not keen on the professor becoming a chatterbox.

Even though Professor Rudolf Wagner was not bothered by how Professor Tian felt, he cared how Zheng Ren felt. When he saw Zheng Ren was slightly displeased, he straightened his back to sit straight and leaned forward like a student.

“It’s good that the surgery went well. Good job, Professor Tian.” Zheng Ren smiled.

Professor Tian was shocked when he noticed the subtle interaction between Professor Rudolf and Zheng Ren, thinking that he misjudged the situation.

He calmed down and looked towards Zheng Ren before asking respectfully, “Dr. Zheng, do you mind giving me the films that you used for the lumbar artery embolization?”

“Sure.” Zheng Ren agreed.

He meant the films that show the key images at certain points. Zheng Ren would always print a copy when he performs an interventional surgery and gives it to the patient’s family members while he briefs them about the surgery.

Since Professor Tian from Imperial Capital requested, he was willing to give him a copy. It was no big deal.

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