"Don't look at me with that look." Dr. Mehar waved his hand and said, "Zheng, polishing the scratches on the floor with sandpaper will not damage the scratches themselves."
Zheng Ren suddenly felt that this old man was very interesting, not boring. It's just that this metaphor is a bit pessimistic and disappointing.
"People always have to face death and return to the embrace of God." Dr. Mehar said: "The fact that you stayed here must be a revelation given to me by God. 44 hours ago, I saw what you did. This operation is proof that my judgment was correct."
"That's just a very ordinary operation." Zheng Ren replied.
"For other people it is, but for me, you know, it's not as simple as it seems."
Zheng Ren nodded, Dr. Mehar's eyes were still very sharp.
"If I'm not mistaken, you already have a rudimentary understanding of blood turbulence." Dr. Mehar looked at Zheng Ren, his eyes filled with a kind of fanatical emotion.
You guessed it right! Zheng Ren thought in his heart.
Blood turbulence has a strong impact on microguidewires. It's just that this impact is difficult to understand, and ordinary doctors are simply not aware of it.
"I'm old and can no longer be a magician. I can't even bear the weight of the lead suit. This is simply the worst thing." Dr. Mehar sighed and said, "You can't wear armor as a knight. Zheng, do you know what that means?”
"Everyone has that day, and I am no exception." Zheng Ren said calmly.
"For an honorable knight, it feels bad to die on the bed." Dr. Mehar smiled: "Zheng, I have decided that I will be your assistant during tomorrow's surgery."
"..." Zheng Ren was stunned.
Dr. Mehar wants to be his assistant? Does the patient want to do it himself
"Zheng, don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you." Dr. Mehar said: "Although this operation is very rare, I think it is just a minor operation for you. There is no way you can survive for a few months." Compared to the grinding technique you gave me before."
"Dr. Mehar, I say seriously that I reject your suggestion." Zheng Ren said formally: "I will try my best to erase the scratches that time has left on your body and strive for success." Cause a little less damage to your body.”
"But if you want to be an assistant on the operating table, removing the stent may cause vasospasm. I can't guarantee how you will react after seeing this with your own eyes. Even looking at it is dangerous. Let alone taking action. Once sudden heart diseases such as myocardial ischemia and atrial fibrillation occur, I think the operation will be artificially sabotaged. The operation that was undoubtedly successful will face the risk of failure. I I think this is a risk you don’t want to take.”
"No, Zheng!" Dr. Mehar smiled: "Please believe me, I will be your best assistant."
"My assistant is flawless." Zheng Ren smoothly said what Su Yun said about himself.
"Impossible." Dr. Mehar shook his head. "In this world, I am the highest mountain in the level of interventional surgery. But after seeing your surgery, I know that you have not only surpassed me now, but you have also surpassed me. And it’s a little stronger than when I was at my strongest.”
Zheng Ren agreed with this statement. The level of interventional surgery at the pinnacle level is no joke.
"If God gives you a best assistant, it can only be me, and definitely not Rudolf Wagner. Because among all the interventional doctors, I am the only one who can clearly understand the impact of turbulence." Dr. Mehar said He looked at the professor and smiled.
"Doctor, you'd better withdraw your request." Zheng Ren received it firmly: "I will not agree to you acting as my assistant. This request is simply unbelievable. Moreover, my assistant, the most perfect assistant, It’s not Rudolph.”
"I heard Rudolf say that you have an almost perfect assistant. But, Zheng, please believe me." Dr. Mehar said: "I had a dream. I dreamed that I was lying on the operating table, giving myself Have surgery.”
"Our brains are calculating what may happen in the future every second, but the results of these calculations are quickly forgotten and thrown into the corner of the brain, never to be thought of again. The so-called sense of déjà vu is what the brain I remembered the result of a certain calculation, and it happened to be the same as reality." Zheng Ren said expressionlessly.
"Look, you also said it is the same as reality." Dr. Mehar laughed.
"No, that's not what I meant." Zheng Ren said, "If you insist, I will..."
"No, you won't refuse." Dr. Mehar said: "I heard Rudolf say that you can complete an interventional surgery by yourself. Cross-handed operation is really a very strange operation method."
Zheng Ren was silent.
"Your colleagues also said that during a rescue operation a few days ago, you operated two guide wires and catheters with both hands at the same time to perform embolization and stent surgery on two different parts." Dr. Mehar suppressed the smile on his face , "Please believe me, no one in this world wants me to live more than me. Likewise, no one will understand blood turbulence better than me... before you appeared."
"..." Zheng Ren remained silent.
"This is the request of a surgeon who can no longer perform surgery." Dr. Mehar said softly: "Perhaps, this is the last operation in my life. And this operation must be done with the hands that have been kissed and blessed by God. It was a great honor to do this surgery together.”
"Although I hope to live, I am even more eager to perform an operation with a subversive level surgeon and discuss together some things that I have understood over the years but have been unable to communicate with others. This feeling makes me feel young just thinking about it. 20 years old."
With that said, Dr. Mehar stood up tremblingly. His female assistant immediately supported Dr. Mehar's arm. But the doctor stubbornly broke away, tried hard to stand firm, and faced Zheng Ren.
"Zheng, this is a request from a surgeon who can no longer operate." Dr. Mehar repeated this sentence again, bending down.
Zheng Ren was startled and quickly helped Dr. Mehar up. Yaoshou, really Yaoshou.
Zheng Ren, a surgeon who could no longer operate, was moved by these words.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was stunned beyond words by Dr. Mehar's request. He looked at the doctor, and at this moment, he deeply felt what madness was.
The boss will not agree, and in the end the doctor will compromise because of the boss's insistence. The professor thought to himself that this must be the case.
Dr. Mehar's assistant was not surprised at all. It seemed that his assistant already knew about this matter.
There was silence in the ward.
"Doctor, I agree." Zheng Ren looked at Dr. Mehar's cloudy eyes and replied seriously.
Dr. Mehar smiled.
This was the ending he expected.
Professor Rudolf Wagner looked at Zheng Ren blankly, unable to say a word. Is the boss crazy? !
"It's a pleasure to be your assistant. I promise this will be a perfect surgery." Dr. Mehar held out his hand.
Zheng Ren held his hand.
The doctor's hand is very steady and dry. Even though many years have passed, the index finger of his right hand can still touch the hard callus.
"Those old stubborn people have always refused to award the Nobel Prize to clinical procedures. This time, I must teach them a lesson. I will punch them in the face with my fists and beat their brains out!" Mei Dr. Hal was a little excited.
Zheng Ren quickly helped him sit down.
"Zheng, in my heart, your tip surgery is the best." Dr. Mehar looked at Zheng Ren, as if facing a priest, and stated piously: "When I was young, I also wanted to perform cardiac interventional surgery. , this pioneering surgical procedure that saved countless lives won the Nobel Prize. But they told me that clinical procedures cannot win the Nobel Prize. I refuse to accept it! I have been waiting, waiting for someone who really touches the turbulence Someone appears. Now, you appear in front of me.”
Dr. Mehar was obviously a little excited, and his assistant quietly took out the medicine, ready to give it to the doctor orally at any time.
"This is not your challenge alone, but our common challenge! Conquer them, Zheng! You must conquer them!" Dr. Mehar's voice was slightly hoarse, and his cheeks were flushed.
Zheng Ren was worried about his physical condition.
"Zheng, I was defeated back then. Charles, he is a coward. He actually gave up clinical practice to engage in basic research! Don't listen to him. Even if we fail ten thousand times, abandon our armor in the face of fate, and be defeated, we will still make a comeback. , we must use clinical techniques to win the Nobel Prize!”
Zheng Ren did not expect that the resentment in Dr. Mehar's heart was so strong.
"I'm glad you can agree to my request, Zheng." Dr. Mehar said: "Will you have another surgery in the near future?"
"If time permits, I will have a patient who will undergo tip surgery tomorrow." Zheng Rendao.
"Is the surgery live broadcast?" Dr. Mehar asked.
"Yes."
"My surgery will not be performed in the morning. You can do the live surgery first to warm up. Zheng, don't be nervous. Our opponents are so powerful, but I am confident that we will defeat them." Dr. Mehar smiled. Speaking of.
"I have a request." Zheng Ren looked directly into the doctor's eyes. "I want to bring an assistant with you. If anything happens to you, even the slightest mistake in cooperation, or complications such as myocardial ischemia, atrial fibrillation, etc., I will be there as soon as possible." Your assistance will be canceled and my assistant will continue.”
"Okay." Dr. Mehar smiled, "I told you, no one wants me to live more than me. Not even the surgeon is as eager as the patient."
Zheng Ren smiled. He seemed to have a certain understanding of Dr. Mehar's words: "You will know when you are old and sick."
It's just that although he is old, he is still a knight, a knight with a halo and ideals.
It's an honor to fight side by side with you, Zheng Ren thought in his heart.