The Surgeon's Studio

Thousands of surgeries were indeed very difficult.

Zheng Ren was a little sick of it, and he also felt that Professor Rudolf Wagner and Su Yun were rushing things. It was a top-notch, world-class award. It would be a miracle they could get by just from doing things casually.

Seeing that Su Yun was about to speak again, Zheng Ren interrupted him and asked, “Dr. Mehar, I think your physical condition is fine. You can perform prostate interventional embolization at any time.”

“The surgery? What’s the success rate?” Dr. Mehar stared at Zheng Ren. His eyes were calm as if the surgery was for someone else.

“You’ll be fine,” Zheng Ren said perfunctorily.

Having pulled Dr. Mehar out of the abyss of death, Zheng Ren felt that his work was done. The rest, such as hyperplasia of the prostate, was not important. At most, he had to wear a urinary catheter to survive.

The most important thing was that Zheng Ren felt he had fulfilled his responsibilities as a doctor. What was left was the patient’s choice.

When Dr. Mehar saw Zheng Ren’s perfunctory expression, he was also a little surprised and slightly stunned.

“I can’t stay in Stockholm for too long, Dr. Mehar,” Zheng Ren said straightforwardly. “Therefore, you should consider today whether you want it. If you want to perform the surgery, book a time for the near future. It’s normal if you don’t want to go through with it, so I’ll go home first.”

After saying that, Zheng Ren smiled, stood up, and said, “I’m glad to see you recover. I’ll take my leave first.”

The professor was dumbfounded.

In all these years, he had never seen anyone who dared to talk to Dr. Mehar like that.

Did the boss…really not want to receive the Nobel Prize?

Su Yun followed Zheng Ren and the two of them left the ward. The professor stood where he was. He did not know whether to leave or not.

“This friend of yours is really interesting,” Dr. Mehar said with a smile. “Rudolf, sit down.”

The professor hesitated for a moment, but he still sat down according to Dr. Mehar’s instructions.

“Yesterday, I felt like I was bathed in a white light,” Dr. Mehar said. “But the Lord still did not take me in. I saw the radiographic films of the surgery. This friend of yours is one of the best in the world.”

Professor Rudolf Wagner smiled, feeling a little uneasy.

“I gradually believe your story. He can really perform surgeries that you can’t do,” Dr. Mehar said.

“The boss is a magical person. His surgical techniques are exquisite, and his surgical standard… I’m a distance away from him by the Danube River.”

Dr. Mehar smiled and said, “He gave me a recyclable stent to solve the problem of coagulation dysfunction. Two months later, I will go to China to look for him. If the surgery is successful, I will stay in China for a period of time and treat the prostatic hyperplasia at the same time.”

Hearing what Dr. Mehar said, the professor was slightly stunned.

All this time, he had been preparing for prostate interventional surgery. He did not expect that Zheng Ren would come to Sweden and actually perform an interventional surgery of the heart and coronary artery.

After that… He had to wait for two months?

The professor was a little unwilling and wanted to say something, but when he saw that Dr. Mehar’s eyes were closed, he knew that he was not planning to talk to him any longer. It was a notice, not a discussion. He stood up and slowly walked out.

When he returned to the car, Su Yun saw that the professor’s expression was a little strange, so he asked, “Lil Fugui, what are you thinking about?”

“Dr. Mehar said that he has just finished his surgery, so he doesn’t want to perform the prostate interventional embolization so early.” The professor frowned and replied, “The doctor said that he will go to the Imperial Capital to look for the boss in two months.”

“Lil Fugui, you owe the boss a big favor this time,” Su Yun began to tease the professor. “Tell me, what did you do in such a hurry to come here?”

The professor was a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and said, “I was in a hurry. I can’t really say.”

“It’s okay.” Zheng Ren smiled and said, “You can head back then.”

“Boss, I see that the lady boss has also gone to the Imperial Capital. I heard that you’re going to set up a research and Development Center for TIPS surgery there. Is that right?” the professor asked.

“Lady boss…” Zheng Ren was speechless.

“What? Are you embarrassed? How could you have the nerve to do such a thing in the first place?” Su Yun spat.

Zheng Ren could not even put a word in. He turned his face away from Su Yun and spoke to the professor.

“Lil Fugui, it is true that a research and Development Center for TIPS surgery has been set up, but there’s no specific location yet. Department Chief Kong has only given me ten beds,” Zheng Ren said.

“Boss, I want to go back with you for the surgery,” Professor Rudolf Wagner said very seriously.

“Don’t you have to work in Heidelberg?” Zheng Ren asked curiously.

“What work is more important than the Nobel Prize?” Professor Rudolf Wagner was also very curious.

They were both not on the same page at all, so they could only argue about it if one of them had a temper.

Zheng Ren did not have any objection to the professor following him back.

One more person working for free… Professor Rudolf Wagner did not only not want money, but he also brought his own investment from the foundation.

Since he had made the decision, there was no point in staying in Stockholm. The professor booked the next flight, carried his suitcase, and set off again.

In fact, according to Su Yun’s idea, he should stay in Northern Europe for a few days to play around. However, Zheng Ren wanted to go back and visit Xie Yiren. The professor was eager to do TIPS surgery, so his opinion was ignored by the two of them.

The journey was tiring. They were so tired that they had no energy at all. They started to drift off to sleep when they got on the plane, with no energy to joke around anymore.

The flight time of more than nine hours was boring, especially when the professor was snoring at the side. Zheng Ren could not get a good rest even if he wanted to.

He had no choice but to go into the System library to read.

The journey was alright. This time, he went to Stockholm quickly and came back equally as fast. It only took less than three days.

Department Chief Kong, Xie Yiren, and Chang Yue went to pick up the three of them. After they met, Department Chief Kong had a lot of questions to ask.

The main issue was the progress of the Nobel Prize. The older generation was more superstitious about that sort of thing.

In the past, especially since it was the Nobel Prize, as long as one made a small achievement, the whole country would rejoice and one billion people would celebrate together.

The launch of the Long March Rocket was broadcasted live all over the country back then. It was unknown how many pairs of eyes were watching it.

It was even more so for the Olympic Games.

And now, with the country’s strength becoming stronger, how could central TV still broadcast the launch of the rocket live? Even Chang’s landing on the Moon did not make it to TV.

However, the Nobel Prize was once a dream that lingered in the hearts of the older generation of scientists and technicians. Countless people had worked hard, fought hard, and struggled for it.

Department Chief Kong would never have the chance to personally receive the Nobel Prize in his lifetime, but he really hoped that under his wings, Zheng Ren would be able to achieve it on his behalf.

After receiving Zheng Ren and seeing that he and Xie Yiren were having a private conversation, Department Chief Kong did not disturb them.

After getting into the car, Department Chief Kong was about to ask Zheng Ren when his cellphone rang.