The Surgeon's Studio

While Zheng Ren was talking nonsense in the operating theater, Jin Yaowu got off a plane with a medical supplies merchant beside him as his assistant. He dragged the luggage to the airport.

The regional manager of the Imperial Capital, who had medical supplies merchants, was waiting for him at the airport early in the morning. When he saw Jin Yaowu, he greeted him with a big smile.

“Hello, Professor Jin.”

Jin Yaowu’s expression was very cold. Jin Yaowu shook his hand and walked straight to the exit.

The regional manager of the Imperial Capital was stunned for a moment. He turned around and looked at his colleague from the Sorcery Capital who had accompanied Jin Yaowu. His eyes were full of questions.

The person who had accompanied Jin Yaowu was a man in his thirties. Although he was young, he was mature and steady. He gave the colleague who had come to pick him up a look. Without saying anything, he followed Jin Yaowu out.

Jin Yaowu’s mood was indeed not good. It was all because of the live broadcast of the surgery yesterday.

Early yesterday morning, the news that the new TIPS surgery was about to start a live broadcast had spread in the intervention circle.

Whether it was the advertisement for Xinglin Garden or the WeChat group, as well as the private correspondence between the various doctors, there was always a channel that could let the intervention doctors know about this matter at the first opportunity.

Jin Yaowu had long known that the young doctor from the small northern city he met in the Imperial Capital had already been recommended for the Nobel Prize.

He was very unconvinced, especially unconvinced.

In his opinion, among the young people involved in the country, besides Mu Tao, no one else could compete with him.

His failure with the prostate surgery was just an accident.

Jin Yaowu thought that it was really just an accident.

However, Jin Yaowu did not expect that a few months later, that junior doctor inexplicably became a candidate for the Nobel Prize. If not for his special mission, he would definitely be very popular in the country.

The desire of the Chinese people for the Nobel Prize, the desire and pride for the country’s prosperity, came from deep in their bones.

Jin Yaowu suppressed his feelings of envy and jealousy. He had been researching the TIPS surgery method recently.

According to the article in the New England Journal, the junior doctor named Zheng Ren discovered a new method to locate the puncture. However, Jin Yaowu studied it for a very long time, but he could not get in.

During the live broadcast of the surgery yesterday morning, Jin Yaowu did not even blink.

However, he…really did not understand.

Was the surgery difficult? From the perspective of the live broadcast, it was simply a piece of cake. However, for Jin Yaowu, this was a surgery that brought him great damage and distress.

After the surgery, he carefully studied the patient’s preoperative information and the radiographic films published on the Xinglin Garden website.

In the end, he was still wet behind the ears.

Professor Pei Yingjie called Zheng Ren and said that he would come over in a few days. After contacting him, Professor Pei was anxious and directly asked Jin Yaowu to come and learn first.

When Jin Yaowu heard his teacher’s arrangement, the first thing he thought of was to refuse!

‘Learn? Learn from the intervention doctor in that small, godforsaken place? What a joke!’

Once he confirmed that he was to be learning, it meant that he was not as good as Zheng Ren and that he would have to compete against him in the future? Compete, my foot!

His level was higher than his, his skills were better than his, and he was younger than him. He was afraid that he would be suppressed for the rest of his life!

Nobel Prize? Jin Yaowu never considered it. As for Zheng Ren’s nomination for the Nobel Prize, Jin Yaowu also thought that it was an illusory matter.

After all, in the past few decades, no new method had won the Nobel Prize.

But what Jin Yaowu cared about was whether he could become an academician of the Chinese Academy of Engineering or even the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

In a sense, only one academician was allowed to exist in a sub-category of medicine. This was because the academician who was first elected to the Chinese Academy of Engineering had a veto over the academician who would be later elected.

The founder of a certain specialized hospital in the Department of Neurosurgery in the Imperial Capital was an academician of the Chinese Academy of Engineering. The most capable person under him was eighteen years younger than him. The matter of the academician being admitted to the Academy of Engineering had been suppressed for many years.

It was not until the old academician passed away that his successor became an academician.

He was eighteen years younger.

The thought of Zheng Ren being younger than him ignited the fire in Jin Yaowu’s heart.

Once Zheng Ren became an academician of the Academy of Engineering, would he not be suppressed for the rest of his life?

Even though Zheng Ren was only a grassroots doctor with no faction and no powerful mogul-level people supporting him, he was still able to become an academician. However, with his own skill level, he became a member of the healthcare team in a short period of time, opening up his own world.

As for the Nobel Prize…

With his status as a Nobel Prize candidate, not to mention the engineering department, if the power behind him was even stronger, it was only natural for him to be selected for the Academy of Sciences. It was even possible for him to be an academician of both academies!

If that was the case, with his age of less than 30 years, he would still have to control the country and intervene in the discipline for 40 years, right?!

Therefore, Jin Yaowu was unhappy.

Even though his teacher, Pei Yingjie, had asked him to learn the new TIPS surgery method, Jin Yaowu still dragged on for an entire day.

It was not until he repeatedly studied the TIPS surgery and the location of the nuclear magnetic field diffusion method that he resentfully stepped on the plane to the Imperial Capital.

Jin Yaowu repeatedly comforted himself that it was better to save the country with a curve. Once he learned the technique, he would be able to dominate the southeast.

Unknowingly, the proud and arrogant Jin Yaowu had already lowered his expectations. From the whole country to the southeast, he had not even noticed this change.

After getting into the car, Jin Yaowu still did not say a word. He could even imagine how ugly that simple and honest face would become when he learned that he was here to learn the new TIPS surgery technique.

Lower his head and admit defeat? No way!

Jin Yaowu proclaimed it fiercely in his heart.

His mood was very chaotic. When he arrived at the 912, Jin Yaowu and the assistant who accompanied him got off the car and went straight to the Intervention Department.

Jin Yaowu was very familiar with the place as he had been there before.

It was just that the time he stepped into the Intervention Department was really very awkward. When he was not paying attention, his professor admired him. The young man whom he had casually brought up had actually made a difference in the world!

Was this the rhythm of a person turning into a dragon when they met with a storm?

Jin Yaowu’s face was gloomy as he walked slower and slower. However, he did not change his mind about the matter that had already been decided. He directly entered the the 912’s Department of Interventional Medicine.

“May I ask if Doctor Zheng Ren is here?” Jin Yaowu knocked on the door and asked in a deep voice.

“Who is looking for the Boss?” A doctor who was sitting inside raised his head and asked. The black hair on his forehead fluttered in the wind. His handsomeness was enough to make countless girls scream.

“Hmm? Aren’t you Jin Yaowu? Why are you looking for the Boss?” Su Yun recognized Jin Yaowu at a glance and asked slowly.

With his personality, how could he not seize this opportunity to beat his opponent up and act cool?

Why was Jin Yaowu looking for Zheng Ren? Was there a need to say it?

The smile on Su Yun’s lips was very faint. He controlled it very well. Only a faint act of coolness could bring the greatest pleasure. This kind of thing was Su Yun’s forte.

“…” Jin Yaowu’s face was a little red.

He really wanted to turn around and leave!

However, he was already here. Once he turned around and left, how was he going to explain it to his colleagues when he returned? The matter that he had to explain to Professor Pei was not particularly important. The key was that if he was unable to grasp the new TIPS surgery method, he would be left far behind by his colleagues.

In the future, let alone among academicians, even having the right to speak in the Southeast region would become extremely difficult.