The Surgeon’s Studio

Chapter 215: 0211 Damn prostate

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Shanghai Hongqiao International Airport, a large banner is hung in front of the airport pick-up gate.

The banner reads in beautiful cursive calligraphy the welcome to Professor Rudolf Wagner of Heidelberg University for an exchange visit to China.

Heidelberg University is one of the oldest and highest-level universities in Germany.

Professor Rudolf Wagner is the leader of medical specialty intervention at Heidelberg University. His work focuses on the research of new clinical surgeries and he is one of the leaders of Germany's "Excellence Project".

This time, Biosensor International has invested heavily in inviting Professor Rudolf Wagner to come to China to participate in the research on prostate interventional embolization.

But just having money is definitely not enough.

If Professor Rudolf Wagner had not been involved in the cardiac stent-graft project, I would have spent millions of dollars to hire this great man.

The director of a large tertiary hospital in Shanghai and the executive president of the Pan-East Asia region of Parkson International and his subordinates were waiting at the airport early in the morning.

Among the crowd, a typical Germanic man walked out surrounded by several Chinese. He was about fifty years old, tall, with blond hair draped over his shoulders. He didn't look like a medical professor, but he had a touch of literary and artistic flair.

"Hello, Professor Rudolf Wagner." The dean and the CEO greeted him immediately and extended their warm hands.

After exchanging a few words, the group walked out of the waiting hall.

Professor Rudolf Wagner had a relatively straightforward temperament and asked as he walked: "Are the surgical equipment ready?"

"The new production line has been put into use. No matter how thin the guide wire you need, we can provide it for you." The CEO of Biosensor International said with a smile.

"This is really good news. I only have three days, and then I have to go back to Berlin to attend the award ceremony in Hallingnaar." Professor Rudolf Wagner is obviously the kind of person who is serious about words. The artistic temperament is somewhat inconsistent.

"I know, you are busy with your administrative work. But Professor Rudolph, don't you think this operation will make you more famous in the medical community? That's a damn prostate. Old men have been trying to get rid of it for countless years. But now there are only crude surgical methods." The CEO of Bioson International communicated with Professor Rudolf Wagner in German. It was obvious that his speaking level was fluent and the communication was smooth.

The president of a tertiary hospital in Shanghai looked confused, and the translator around him kept translating the exchanges between the two for him.

But I couldn't get a word in at all.

"This is indeed a problem," admits Professor Rudolf Wagner.

"I think your aura needs additional divine power at the Haringanaar Award Ceremony. Those judges, I remember that Mr. Mehar is eighty-three years old. He must be interested in your latest research. .”

The CEO is indeed a professional. With just a few words, Professor Rudolf Wagner was willing to invest more energy in completing this research work.

"I have studied surgery. As long as the consumables can pass the test, the difficulty of the surgery will be reduced by an order of magnitude. Damn it! Even if it is reduced by an order of magnitude, it is still the most difficult surgery in the interventional discipline, bar none!" Although Professor Rudolf Wagner is excited, as the most difficult surgery One of the famous professors, he knows the difficulty of prostate interventional embolization.

If it wasn't difficult, the surgical procedure would have been completed long ago. How could we wait until now

"It is precisely because of the difficulty that your importance is highlighted. The old people in Sweden who have influence on the Nobel Prize will be very interested in your research. My God, I only hope that your research will be successful. Once the news is spread, it would be better if they don’t get too happy and have an acute myocardial infarction.”

Professor Rudolf Wagner was not interested in this joke. He also knew that a prostate operation alone would not win the Nobel Prize in Medicine. However, those influential judges are all old and must be troubled by their damn prostates.

This is really a promising surgery, and it would be perfect if it weren't so difficult.

When we walked out of the airport, a black business car had been waiting for a long time.

Professor Rudolf Wagner got into the car. Only then did the dean have time to chat with the professor.

All preparations are perfect. Professor Rudolf Wagner, the final executor, has come to China. All that is left is to complete the operation.

This was a little difficult for Professor Rudolf Wagner, but it was not an insurmountable obstacle.

… …

Zheng Ren had no idea what was going on. He was sitting in the high room, bored and chatting with Xie Yiren on his cell phone.

In Haicheng, he never did this.

In this life, Mr. Zheng rarely chats with people. After all, the problem he has to face is to survive, not to be like Su Yun, who has a mobile phone in his hand.

The work of Haicheng City No. 1 Hospital was very stable, and there was no emergency surgery paralysis due to Zheng Ren's departure.

It’s just that Director Pan doesn’t know how to do laparoscopic surgery, so many emergency patients who need laparoscopic surgery are transferred to the inpatient department.

The operating room was very quiet, leaving Xie Yiren with nothing to do. She even wanted to run to the Imperial Capital to see if Zheng Ren was performing any operations here.

The chatting time passed so quickly that Zheng Ren didn't feel anything until Feng Xuhui walked into the high room carrying rice.

After saying goodbye to Xie Yiren, Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Manager Feng."

"It's not hard, it's not hard." Feng Xuhui smiled with a smile on his face.

This is the first time he has entered the high room of a top-level hospital in the Imperial Capital. Although the decoration inside is not luxurious, it is still a bit old-fashioned. But being able to live in it is a status symbol.

Feng Xuhui carefully pulled the movable dining table next to the bed. Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "No need."

"He's not dead or crippled. How can he eat in bed?" Su Yun said.

Seeing Feng Xuhui's helpless look, Zheng Ren didn't want to embarrass the young manager. After all, he still had to accept Feng Xuhui's favor for Zheng Haixia's surgery.

After getting out of bed, Feng Xuhui and Feng Xuhui put the food on the coffee table. Su Yun was acting like an uncle, while Ge You was slumped on the sofa with no intention of helping.

Just as he was about to eat, the door rang.

"Please come in," Zheng Ren said.

The door was ajar and unlocked. The person outside turned the handle and walked in.

It turned out to be Director Bao of the Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery, and Zhao Yunlong followed him. Another person and Director Bao walked in one after another. They looked... somewhat familiar, but Zheng Ren really couldn't remember who it was.

There was a strange expression on Su Yun's face, and he stood up immediately, but instead of saying hello, he stood half a step behind Zheng Ren and whispered, "That's Director Kong from the Interventional Department."