The professor wailed on the phone, almost sobbing, and recounted what had happened.
After he returned to Heidelberg, he performed about 20 cases of prostate interventional embolization, with a success rate of only 70%.
Generally speaking, this is already a very high success rate.
However, the ultimate goal that the professor has to face is Dr. Mehar, who must increase the success rate of the operation to 100%.
Unfortunately, Zheng Ren has disappeared from the world. Also evaporated was Su Yun.
Professor Rudolf Wagner tried to find someone to discuss what the problem was, but was unable to find one.
But even if he could find it, Zheng Ren couldn't solve the professor's confusion. If you want to increase the success rate of surgery to 100%, you can only jump from the master level to the master level.
And the gap between them is simply too big. Under the blow of Zheng Ren's hemostatic forceps, the professor was successfully promoted, but he wanted to be promoted again in a short time...
The professor is far from good.
After repeatedly contacting Zheng Ren, there was no news. Professor Rudolf Wagner had no choice but to accumulate surgical experience bit by bit and apply for this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine step by step.
Declaration is not that difficult for Professor Rudolf Wagner.
Although the first applicant was Zheng Ren, the professor endured some difficulties. But the professor's original temper was not as gentle as he showed in Haicheng. He guarded his territory like a lion.
After Christmas and applying for the Nobel Prize in Medicine for the new year, Dr. Mehar's condition became worse and worse. In addition, he also has serious coronary heart disease, and the flame of life has gradually extinguished.
It was Dr. Mehar's wish to remove the urinary catheter and die with dignity. Very simple, but difficult to achieve.
After several discussions, Professor Rudolf Wagner had no choice but to accept Dr. Mehar's invitation and go to Stockholm to perform an operation on the doctor.
In fact, the little devil in the professor's heart always told him that he could do the surgery on his own. If he can complete it independently, the professor can also consider kicking Zheng Ren aside and receiving the Nobel Prize in Medicine alone instead of sharing the Nobel Prize as the second applicant.
This is undoubtedly a huge temptation.
Professor Rudolf Wagner, who was already a master, finally chose to complete it independently.
Maybe it was because he was too nervous, maybe Dr. Mehar's condition was too serious, or maybe it was bad luck. In short, the professor's operation failed.
The failed operation and Dr. Mehar's cold eyes made the professor sober. He realized that there was a huge gap between himself and Zheng Ren's surgical level. It looked very close, but in fact it was insurmountable.
After summarizing and reflecting, the professor knelt down.
But we still have to fight for the Nobel Prize.
The professor then went to Haicheng and really didn't see Zheng Ren. After asking Chang Yue and others, no one knew where Zheng Ren was or what he had done.
Leaving dejectedly, the professor called that number countless times every day, and the results disappointed him every time.
But today...the weather is really good today!
Boss Zheng actually answered the phone!
Although the boss seemed a little unhappy from the sound, Professor Rudolf Wagner couldn't care less.
The world is big and the Nobel Prize is the biggest.
The professor was chattering to himself and wanted to book a flight for Zheng Ren to fly to Stockholm now, immediately, immediately!
Zheng Ren cursed mmp in his heart.
He is interested in the Nobel Prize, but if he is too interested, that may not be the case.
Zheng Ren felt a little disgusted when he saw the winners of the Peace Prize every year.
If someone helps with the procedures and doesn't look at those annoying faces, such as Professor Rudolf Wagner to run those links, Zheng Ren wouldn't mind winning a Nobel Prize.
After all, this is proof of status in the world.
Well, the status in the world is just that.
But if Zheng Ren was asked to run forward and backward on his own, wasting countless time, he would definitely not do it.
Isn't this nonsense? I am a doctor, and my job is to treat illnesses and save lives.
The professor's wailing did not move Zheng Ren at all.
After giving him a few perfunctory words, Zheng Ren hung up the phone impatiently.
"Hey, boss, that's good." Su Yun looked back at Zheng Ren with a joking look on his face.
"Bullshit."
"You don't even care about the Nobel Prize. Are your qualifications too high?"
"Character is made, not pretended." Zheng Ren said calmly, then ignored Su Yun and asked Director Kong: "Director Kong, is the new surgery research center in our ward for the time being?"
"First put your name on it, the land is being approved, and the rest..." Director Kong glanced at Zheng Ren and smiled helplessly, "Boss Zheng, if you can win the Nobel Prize, I think everything will go smoothly."
Zheng Ren was also very distressed. Director Kong's ward was already full with several professors leading the team. Even if he was squeezed in, it would be called the Tips Surgery Research Center. In fact, he is just a professor leading a group.
Well, for Zheng Ren, it is indeed just one.
How about giving it a try
Forget it, I just came out, let's fly back to see Xiao Yiren first.
other,
None of it matters.
When the car arrived at the airport, several black Hongqi cars were waiting in the special area early.
Director Kong got out of the car, straightened his clothes, and walked almost goose-stepping to the black red flag.
A middle-aged man got out of the car with a faint smile on his face and shook hands with Director Kong.
Zheng Ren knows this man and has interacted with him several times in recent months.
He is the leader's secretary, responsible for life, medical care, and daily life matters.
After greeting Director Kong, the middle-aged man came to Zheng Ren, stretched out his hands, and said: "Comrade Zheng Ren, on behalf of the leader, I will practice it for you."
Holding hands together, Zheng Ren just smiled but did not speak.
"Comrade Zheng Ren, thank you for your efforts and wish you a safe journey." The middle-aged man's voice was gentle, but with a touch of majesty.
"Thank you, leader, for your concern." Zheng Ren held it in for a long time before he said this.
After having dealt with him several times, the middle-aged man understood Zheng Ren's temperament, and it was already very good to be able to say such a thing.
After sending Zheng Ren and others to the airport, the middle-aged man slowly walked out.
He raised his head and glanced at the sky. The sun was bright and a little dazzling.
There were a lot of things going on today. The operation was successful. The leader seemed to be twenty years younger these days and met many people in succession.
Some of them are related to Zheng Ren.
In the words of the leader, medical workers are already at the forefront, but the weapons they use are not handy. We have suffered such losses before, and we will never do it again in the future.
The driver stood upright next to the Hongqi car, opened the door, the middle-aged man got in, and the car slowly drove out of the airport area.
"I'm Secretary Ge, picking up your chairman." In the Hongqi car, the middle-aged man had already started working.
"The leadership has given instructions to invest in Changfeng MicroPort as soon as possible. In addition, at what stage are the negotiations with Biosensors International going?"