"Dang-dang-dang~" A knock on the door interrupted Professor Gerd Muller's thoughts.
"Who?" Gade asked impatiently.
"Professor, it's me." His assistant opened the door carefully and walked in, holding a bag in his hand, exuding cold air.
"What is this?" Gad frowned and asked. He changed his position, and the fat all over his body was trembling, as if the fat would be thrown out in the next second.
"Professor, this is a cow's liver. You don't know how difficult it is to buy a whole liver. I ran six blocks and bought it in a Chinese shop." Gade's assistant complained softly.
"Has MRI diffusion been done?"
"finished."
"Put it in the refrigerator." Professor Gerd Muller waved his hand and arranged casually.
His assistant was relieved and turned to leave. The damn Chinese actually want to do MRI on animal livers. This is the first time I have encountered such a strange request. Gade's assistant thought to himself that it would be a terrible experience to run a few blocks so late and be stared at as if he were a monster or a pervert.
Professor Gerd Muller frowned and looked at the door. He always felt that something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't tell exactly what was wrong.
As I pondered hard, the room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of hemostatic forceps hitting the styloid process of the radius.
More than ten minutes later, Professor Gerd Muller suddenly thought that the sound made by the intimate contact between the hemostatic forceps and Dr. Smith's radial styloid process confused him.
Professor Gerd Muller still knows what level Dr. Smith is. Watching the surgery recording, he already has a very deep understanding of tips surgery. In the recording, the hemostatic forceps were just beating him and making some very small corrections.
It is impossible for everyone's level to improve by leaps and bounds overnight. If so, then you have Alzheimer's disease.
This is absolutely impossible to happen! Professor Gerd Muller immediately denied this.
In other words, using animal liver plus nuclear magnetic diffusion, Dr. Zheng and Rudolf must have used it at the Mayo Clinic!
This is a teaching method, not a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for yourself.
After understanding this key point, Professor Gerd Muller felt refreshed. But the question arises, are there any details that I have overlooked
Ask Rudolph? Assuming there was even a slight possibility, Gade didn't want to ask Rudolph. He could guess how much ridicule and teasing he would attract if he asked.
But I still don’t have Dr. Zheng’s phone number, which is very distressing.
Gade thought for a long time, and finally the sound of hemostatic forceps hitting the radial styloid process gave him the hint to ask Dr. Smith.
He picked up the phone, found Dr. Smith's number, and called it.
Unfortunately, the phone rang for a long time and no one answered.
You shouldn't sleep at this time. Professor Gerd Muller was a little confused. He did not stop politely, but kept calling Dr. Smith very persistently.
It took nearly half an hour before the call was picked up.
After a roar, you can imagine Dr. Smith's paper-like body shaking constantly, as if he had been baptized by a hurricane.
Professor Gerd Muller listened silently and did not refute.
Three minutes later, Dr. Smith asked: "Damn it, your phone is about to run out of battery. What happened?!"
"Doctor Zheng from China just left your place, right?"
"Oh my god, how many times are you going to ask me! I've already told you, that's a doctor whose hands have been kissed by God, and it doesn't matter how many times he's been beaten! You hateful things, all you know is..." gushing Continuous scoldings rang out, and Professor Gerd Muller was also very helpless.
It seems that during this day, countless people called Dr. Smith. After all, a world-renowned professor was put on a teaching surgery and even beaten with hemostatic forceps. None of this is important. What is important is that this teaching surgery is live broadcast...
I felt really sad for Dr. Smith. Professor Gerd Muller was secretly happy and didn't pay attention to his rant. But soon, Gad interrupted Dr. Smith and said, "Doctor, I think you understand it wrong."
"Um?"
"Dr. Zheng is here with me." Professor Gerd Muller said calmly: "His assistant said that he wanted me to prepare an animal liver and do MRI diffusion. I didn't understand what it meant, so I called to ask. you."
"Oh my God, I remembered, you and Rudolph are together, aren't you!" Dr. Smith suddenly became interested. He has a very high IQ, and the complicated relationships between the characters were instantly straightened out. He could already see Gad The professor will have a miserable tomorrow.
But this kind of misery is what many people want.
Before this young Chinese doctor appeared, technical barriers blocked almost everyone's path to advancement. After he left, Dr. Smith performed another full day of surgery and found that his skill level had improved dramatically.
Is it now Professor Gerd Müller's turn? Dr. Smith smiled and said, "I'll give you a pertinent suggestion, Mr. Gade."
"Speaking."
"That young Dr. Zheng's hands have indeed been blessed by God. Let's learn from him." There was a slight smile in his words... and the sound of the hemostatic forceps hitting the styloid process of the radius.
"..." Professor Gerd Muller immediately replied: "No, I mean animal liver. How did you make that side? Are there any details?"
"Of course it's a fresh liver. The larger the animal's liver, the better the effect. Of course, MRI diffusion is also done. Tomorrow you will see Dr. Zheng dissecting the liver while explaining the new tips surgery combined with MRI diffusion. He is a god sect. The angel who comes to the world will open a door that has been closed for a long time for you." Dr. Smith said with exaggeration.
After saying this, Professor Gerd Muller understood what was going on.
Can anyone really explain MRI diffusion while doing anatomy? ! This kind of teaching method that is intuitive to the core, no teacher would do this even when I was in school.
Not why, just because they don't know how.
Professor Gerd Müller was so excited that the fat all over his body was trembling constantly, and the chair under his butt made a creaking sound, which was embarrassing and heavy.
After a few polite words with Dr. Smith, he immediately picked up the phone, scolded his assistant, and then told him that he needed fresh liver, and it must be fresh! Not fresh now, but fresh tomorrow morning!
It’s not just fresh yet, it still needs to be done with nuclear magnetic diffusion.
After finishing the arrangement, Professor Gerd Muller hung up the phone. He didn't care what his assistant did. The assistant was responsible.