The Surgeon's Studio

Zheng Ren was also very distressed. He had just returned and wanted to chit chat with Xie Yiren for a while more. However, the professor had already booked the plane tickets for him…

He wanted to refuse but seeing Professor Rudolf Wagner’s eager eyes and Department Chief Kong pushing him whether it was intentional or not, Zheng Ren sighed in his heart and went ahead.

Anyway, Little Yiren had given him leave so Zheng Ren knew very well that he had to get permission from the chief.

After the meal, the professor could not wait to carry Zheng Ren’s suitcase and move, hinting that Zheng Ren’s time was almost up. If he did not go to the airport now, he would probably delay the trip.

Zheng Ren was scared stiffless by the restless professor. In the end, Zheng Ren helplessly hugged Xie Yiren and set off on his next journey in a hurry.

Zheng Ren had just been picked up from the Imperial Capital International Airport and was being sent off right after his meal. In a hurry, Xie Yiren, who had always been carefree, felt a sense of absent-mindedness in her heart.

At the airport, Department Chief Kong had contacted someone to send Zheng Ren his passport in a hurry.

The photo on it was Zheng Ren’s work photo in Sea City.

Zheng Ren was very impressed with Department Chief Kong’s work efficiency. How had he gotten things done?

He had thought of using his passport to delay for a week or two but it was settled by Department Chief Kong just like that.

Although Department Chief Kong did not say anything, Zheng Ren could feel the eagerness behind his words.

The three of them passed through the security check. During that time, Professor Rudolf Wagner let out a long sigh.

Finally, he pulled Boss Zheng on the road to Stockholm. The professor could not explain exactly what Zheng Ren could do there.

However, with him by his side, the professor always felt safe.

“Where are we going?” Zheng Ren asked helplessly when they arrived at the VIP lounge while waiting for the flight.

It was practically kidnapping. He did not even know where he was going. All he knew was that he had to go for surgery.

Did he not need to see the patient before the surgery?

Perhaps it could be considered a type of freelance surgery? However, everything seemed far too casual.

“Boss, don’t tell me you don’t even know the most basic information about the Nobel Prize.” Su Yun felt very helpless. As a doctor, Zheng Ren could be considered a weirdo for not paying attention to the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine.

“Don’t you and Lil Fugui have matters to attend to?” Zheng Ren did not look embarrassed at all and said with a smile.

“We are going to Stockholm Caroline Medical and surgical research institute. Right, Lil Fugui?”

“Yes.” The professor nodded, his long golden hair flowing in the wind. “Dr. Mehar is in charge of the evaluation of Stockholm Caroline Medical and Surgical Research Institute. The project was recommended by Dr. Mehar. Therefore, you have to pay attention to this matter.”

“Yes, I’ll treat him as my patient and be very attentive.” Zheng Ren nodded.

Professor Rudolf Wagner and Su Yun frowned at the same time. Zheng Ren’s words were definitely not a problem.

However…

They sounded a bit strange.

How could an ordinary patient from Sea City be compared to Dr. Mehar of Stockholm Caroline Medical and Surgical Research Institute?

They were not the same thing at all.

Zheng Ren’s brain wiring was too strange.

The two of them were silent. Zheng Ren also noticed that the atmosphere was a little strange but after thinking about it, he did not think he had said anything wrong.

“Boss, Dr. Mehar’s situation is a little special.” Rudolf Wagner thought of something and said, “I performed interventional surgery on him. When the guide wire was pulled out, a fresh blood clot appeared at the end.”

“Oh? The coagulation mechanism was so bad?”

“Yes, it’s especially bad,” the professor said. “Otherwise, he wouldn’t have chosen to use minimally invasive surgery to treat his prostate disease. I’ve seen his heart and coronary artery radiographic films. Within a few months after the stent was removed, all three coronary arteries were more than ninety percent blocked. But now, it’s estimated to be ninety-percent blocked.”

“This is going to be difficult,” Zheng Ren muttered. “Why do I feel like there’s no need for interventional surgery for the prostate?”

Even though that was what he said, Zheng Ren understood the patient’s feelings.

He once had a patient with colon cancer who had a postoperative fistula and liver metastases. The patient was treated for liver metastases in the Provincial Capital and his recovery was quite good.

If the treatment continued in such a calm manner, Zheng Ren estimated that the patient would be able to last for about three years.

However, the patient had a colostomy on his abdomen and his feces flowed into an external drainage bag. He would always feel uncomfortable. Unlike normal people, he insisted on having a second-stage operation.

After repeatedly dissuading the patient, the patient said to Zheng Ren, “I don’t even feel like a human anymore.”

Since he had said such a thing, Zheng Ren had nothing to say in reply.

After the surgery, the patient’s body’s immunity fell sharply because of the surgery’s impact, causing the tumor to grow explosively. He died a few months later.

It was estimated that Dr. Mehar’s situation was the same as the patients that Zheng Ren had come into contact with in the past. Once they accepted that life was limited, many people would choose to die with dignity.

At the very least, they had to die like a human being.

As Zheng Ren thought about it, Professor Rudolf Wagner took out his notebook, opened it, and found Dr. Mehar’s information and radiographic films, as well as his latest surgery information.

While waiting for the flight, Zheng Ren began to study it.

Since he had decided to go for the surgery, he would treat the patient as his own. Zheng Ren said this in his heart.

He did the same thing.

Dr. Mehar was already 85 years old. A year ago, he had undergone coronary artery stenting surgery because of a heart attack.

His liver and renal function tests were very poor. Additionally, his heart function was not good. This person…was too old and all the organs in his body had already aged.

In other words, Dr. Mehar had reached the end of his life.

The prostate was the least serious problem, in Zheng Ren’s opinion.

Even if he did it well, Dr. Mehar’s heart would only continue to work for about a year at most.

Even a year was an optimistic estimate.

Looking at the degree of the coronary artery blockage and the situation of the interventional surgery with Lil Fugui, Zheng Ren estimated that Dr. Mehar could die from heart infarctions at any time.

All of it was useless. The chances of this person surviving until the Nobel Prize judging was really not high.

This was from a utilitarian point of view. However, Zheng Ren said that he would treat him as his own patient.

From the patient’s point of view, letting him walk with dignity was also a better choice.

Not only did he comply with the patient’s own wishes, but he would also try to improve the quality of his survival period.

He would do as much as he could.

“Lil Fugui, are you having an old problem again?” Zheng Ren pointed at the radiographic films recorded in the notebook.

“Is there a problem with that?” Professor Rudolf Wagner asked.

“Are you stupid, Lil Fugui? Do you remember the third group of capillaries that you worked with in Sea City? The boss hit you three times with the hemostatic forceps? Isn’t that right, boss?”

“Twice. I wanted to hit him the third time but he changed his method before I could do so,” Zheng Ren said with certainty.

The professor was dumbfounded. What were these two guys talking about? How could they remember the incident so well?