Mayo's procedure for admitting patients is more complicated than 912, with many procedural things.
The gastrointestinal surgery doctor had to wait for the community hospital's admission status to be handed over. According to Zheng Ren's understanding, he still didn't want to take over such a patient whose appendix had not been removed.
If we were in 912, no one would want to receive this kind of patient. When doctors around the world simply face diseases, their treatment methods are relatively similar.
God knows what the guy in front of him did in the patient's belly.
Moreover, the appendix was not even cut out, indicating that the patient's condition was extremely serious. What if he could not solve the problem even after opening it
Whoever wants to take the blame will do it, but I won’t do it anyway.
This kind of thinking is too common. Zheng Ren understands it very well and can't force it. Here, if I could arrange for Wu Hui to be hospitalized, I would be proud of myself. I'm sorry, but I can't do anything else.
There is no problem with Wu Hui's condition, and at least there will be no complications such as shock within a few days.
So, it's better to wait.
Anyway, he was sent to Mayo Clinic. This is the best hospital in the world. Even if Wu Hui was misdiagnosed before, he would still receive good treatment. Zheng Ren was quite satisfied.
Then get ready to leave, Zheng Ren thought.
Just when he was about to tell Su Yun about leaving, Dr. Jack said something to Dr. Smith with a strange expression.
Smith was stunned, then came to Zheng Ren and said seriously: "Dr. Zheng, Dr. Charles asked me for your address. He thought you were gone."
"Address?" Zheng Ren was confused.
"Yes." Dr. Smith nodded cautiously. He originally just talked about the visiting professor casually, but now, he made up his mind in an instant.
No matter what he does to get the address, it can prove that Dr. Charles's attitude towards Zheng Ren is different from others.
As for what Dr. Charles wanted to do, that didn't matter at all.
Zheng Ren also realized that the old man might want to send him some gifts or something by mail. I haven't left at this time, so it would be better to go and see the old man.
"Su Yun, wait a moment and contact Mr. Zou again," Zheng Ren said.
"You're too late, I've already informed Zou Zhi." Su Yundao said.
"..." Zheng Ren was helpless. He was too happy to do things, and there were also bad times. Then go visit the old man as soon as possible and save yourself the hassle.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun briefly talked about the situation, then left and went straight to Dr. Charles' laboratory at the back.
Dr. Smith hesitated for a long time, and finally went along. His intuition told him that it might be beneficial to accompany Dr. Zheng.
Dr. Charles is reviewing the information. Although he is very old, he still works in the laboratory like a young man.
Although it is also a laminar flow laboratory, Zheng Ren always feels that the air here is not good. Perhaps it has something to do with some substance used in the experiment.
When he wanted to engage in basic research, Zheng Ren knew that this was something he would have to face when doing experiments.
"Young man, haven't you left yet?" Dr. Charles asked in surprise when he saw Zheng Ren.
"I met a Chinese friend asking for help, so I was delayed for a few hours." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Help?" Dr. Charles noticed the word Zheng Ren used.
Zheng Ren told the story again, and did not say what problem he found, but just stated it objectively.
"Go and find out who is in the community hospital." Dr. Charles called his assistant over and ordered.
Zheng Ren felt numb.
He didn't want to touch this kind of thing.
Being able to help Wu Hui get admitted to the Mayo Clinic was a huge favor. Interfering with normal diagnosis and treatment would be a bit too much.
Seeing Zheng Ren's embarrassed look, how could Dr. Charles not know what he was thinking. Smiling slightly, he said: "Do you know why I want your address?"
"You want to give me a small gift at Christmas." Zheng Ren calmed down and said respectfully: "Actually..."
"No, you guessed it wrong." Dr. Charles laughed and said, like a child, a little naughty.
"That… "
"It's not a small gift, but a big gift! I have collected a set of surgical knives over the years and am going to give it to you." Dr. Charles said with excitement like a child.
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic.
The surgical knives Dr. Charles collected must be top-notch in the world, and they may even be customized.
Not to mention the price, the hard work alone is worth a fortune. But, is this really a good thing
After being ecstatic, Zheng Ren immediately became confused.
Farewell can be accepted calmly. But when a surgeon gives away the knives he has collected over the years, there is a strong sense of inheritance and inheritance.
Although I had a great time chatting with Dr. Charles, the two could only be said to have been friends for years, and were still far from being inherited.
When Smith heard what Dr. Charles said, his heart suddenly tightened. Fortunately, I didn't directly reject the guest professor's offer before, otherwise I would have been in trouble at this time.
The young man Dr. Charles was interested in was rejected even as a visiting professor. He was committing suicide.
We must take care of this matter as soon as possible, and try to receive an invitation letter from a visiting professor when Dr. Zheng returns to China.
No! This matter needs to be done before he returns home.
"I'm too old to do surgery." Dr. Charles smiled slightly, "I ordered a set of equipment when I saw something I liked over the years, and gradually accumulated some. It's a pity to keep it and give it away. Here you go, have a good surgery.”
Zheng Ren was so excited that goosebumps appeared on his skin.
This is really the case!
He stood at a loss, not knowing what to say and at a loss.
Su Yun was also stunned. What is going on
"Haha." Dr. Charles smiled again when he saw Zheng Ren's appearance and said, "How about it, are you interested in using my knife to perform an operation at Mayo?"
"Yes!" Zheng Ren blurted out.
"Yes." Dr. Charles nodded, stood up, closed the document, and walked towards Zheng Ren with his hands behind his back: "Your Chinese friend, is the diagnosis clear?"
"Clear." Zheng Ren has entered a state of stupidity, and he will answer whatever Dr. Charles asks.
"That's good, this is the surgery. When my assistant gets the previous medical records back, you can refer to them and perform a perfect appendix surgery for me to see." Dr. Charles said calmly.
Then, he waved, and someone brought over a shiny silver box made of unknown precious metal.
Zheng Ren took it and found that it was not as heavy as expected. The box itself was very hard but very light. The material alone was estimated to be worth hundreds of thousands.
"Open it and take a look," Dr. Charles said.