"Don't think about it, let's go take a rest." Zheng Ren said with a smile, not caring who Charles Moore was. Never mind him, it has nothing to do with you.
He is really a good boss. After Su Yun said this, he followed his lead.
Zheng Ren praised himself in his heart, completely unaware that Su Yun was looking at him like an idiot.
Although Zheng Ren was very rare about that microscope, he didn't keep it. There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world. Can you just take something from someone
After changing clothes, he took Su Yun and the professor out of the Mayo Medical Center.
Along the way, Su Yun explained the life of Dr. Richard Moore to Zheng Ren. Zheng Ren suddenly remembered that many improvements in classic surgical procedures, such as improvements in combined pancreaticoduodenectomy, were based on the research of Dr. Richard Moore.
Knowing this, Zheng Ren was a little regretful. He really didn't expect that the cold name written in the book was actually an old scholar who discussed problems and did anatomy with him in the large lecture classroom and had coronary ectasia. .
But go back? Zheng Ren was a little moved, but he had already refused. Would it be bad if he went back again? Let's wait for the opportunity.
It's better to take the time to rest and see when Zou Jiahua's side will be finished. If Zou Jiahua's schedule would be delayed for a while, he would fly to Heidelberg first.
"Take a day off and let's set off tomorrow." Zheng Ren said, "Su Yun, please contact Zou Jiahua when you have time and ask if they can go together."
"Boss, you have such a disregard for Dr. Richard Moore?" Su Yun was even more surprised. "Do you know that he is very close to many Nobel Prize judges?"
"Oh, that's really a pity." Zheng Ren replied absently.
Su Yun was helpless, very helpless.
He knew that his boss had no special interest in the Nobel Prize. All his thoughts were on the surgery.
Simply outrageous.
But isn’t it natural to accept Dr. Richard Moore’s invitation to meet him, gain the doctor’s favor, and clear some obstacles for the Nobel Prize review
"Why are you looking like this? Just now you said you shouldn't work all day and should be kind to you." Zheng Ren babbled.
Su Yun was speechless.
It was almost noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the shadow cast by the statue of the Mayo brothers at the entrance of the Mayo Medical Center was so real and clear.
It was better to take a private plane. If he flew all the way in economy class, his surgical condition would be greatly affected. This was what Zheng Ren was thinking about.
Standing at the gate of Mayo Medical Center, Zheng Ren became a little confused and discussed with Su Yun where to stay. But Su Yun ignored Zheng Ren and was resentful of his refusal of Dr. Richard Moore's invitation.
At this moment, a car stopped at the door, and a middle-aged man got out of the car holding his stomach.
He has black hair and yellow skin and looks like he is of Chinese descent.
There are a lot of Chinese here, Zheng Ren thought to himself. The sun was a bit dazzling, but the background panel of the man who couldn't even straighten his waist was even more dazzling than the sun.
Zheng Ren felt helpless when he saw the diagnosis.
Acute suppurative appendicitis, perforated appendix, diffuse peritonitis.
In what age is this, except for people like Fan Tianshui who are like wood, is there anyone who can survive appendicitis until it is perforated before seeking medical treatment
Su Yun also noticed this person, and the expression on his face became very exciting.
Zheng Ren just felt that the man looked familiar, but he was going to the Mayo Clinic to see a doctor, and he was not a doctor here, so there was no need to be fussy.
He didn't even search his memory to find out who this person was. Anyway, for a person with advanced face blindness, searching the memory may not find anything.
"Boss, what a coincidence." Su Yun whispered.
"What's wrong?" Zheng Ren asked.
"You don't know him?" Su Yun knew that Zheng Ren was in the advanced stage of face blindness, but when the two of them chatted alone, he still habitually kept mocking Zheng Ren.
"I don't know him at all." Zheng Ren said.
He looks a bit familiar and handsome, but do you need to know him
"Wu Hui, a movie star in Xiangjiang." Su Yun said with a smile: "Chang Yue is his fan. I also want to take a photo with Wu Hui when I have time to go to Xiangjiang to show Chang Yue. Is she blind?"
"Why are you blind?"
"She actually said that I am not as handsome as Wu Hui. Tell me, is she blind?" Su Yun said angrily.
But even though we met, there was no chance to take a group photo at this time. First of all, Su Yun is not Wu Hui's fan girl, and she is sick at first sight. It would be too rude to disturb her at this time.
Without talking, he made way and watched Wu Hui stoop into the Mayo Clinic.
It's just a small episode. I'm not a star chaser. Maybe it can be used as a source of conversation when I go back.
"Has he applied for immigration?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Who knows, maybe some film festival to attend." Su Yun answered casually.
Just as he was contacting Zou Jiahua, someone suddenly shouted Zheng Ren from behind.
Zheng Ren turned around and saw Dr. Brock Lesnar. He ran very fast, his white clothes were unbuttoned and fluttering in the wind, which was quite interesting.
This is too polite, Zheng Ren thought to himself, how long has it been since he was sent out
He smiled and waved.
"Doctor Zheng, wait a minute!" Brock Lesnar shouted and ran out.
"You don't have to be so polite. Let's go back and have a rest. We'll have to do tip surgery when the consumables arrive." Zheng Ren said.
"No, no, please listen to me." Brock Lesnar ran to Zheng Ren and said breathlessly: "Dr. Richard Moore said he wants to see you. He is very interested in your surgical techniques. "
Su Yun's face glowed with a faint red light, the capillaries on his body surface were congested, and his blood pressure was unknown.
Afraid that Zheng Ren would refuse again, he quickly bumped Zheng Ren's back with his elbow.
Zheng Ren didn't know the origin of Richard Moore before, but now that he knows it, even Brock Lesnar has chased him out to issue a second invitation. If he doesn't agree, Su Yun will probably kill him if he goes back. And after knowing who it was, Zheng Ren also wanted to meet this legendary old man.
"Okay, I apologize for my previous words. Please take me to see Dr. Richard Moore. I also want to communicate with the old man." Zheng Ren said politely.
Brock Lesnar's expression softened, he touched his chest and grinned.
"You just said you wanted tip surgery?" Brock Lesnar had passed the nervous period and then remembered what Zheng Ren said.
"Yes." Zheng Ren said.
"Let's leave our contact information. If possible, please contact me before the surgery. I also want to observe." Brock Lesnar said sincerely.
As long as they are interventional surgeons, no one is not interested in tips surgery.