"Boss, you haven't turned a page of books for a long time." Professor Rudolf Wagner saw Zheng Ren sitting there blankly, holding an old version of the surgical book to "face each other". After enduring it for a long time, he came over to talk.

"Fugui'er, every word has its true mystery." Zheng Ren raised his head and said with a smile: "We have a saying that seeing a mountain is a mountain, seeing a mountain is not a mountain, seeing a mountain is still a mountain."

"..." Although Professor Rudolf Wagner had a fluent Northeast accent and had no obstacles in language communication, the words similar to metaphysics and Zen were confused in an instant.

"When will Su Yun be back?" Zheng Ren asked to himself.

"I called 5 minutes ago, and Brother Yun said he would arrive soon." Professor Rudolf Wagner said: "Today he was doing an anatomy show in another hospital, just like an Oscar ceremony, terrifying and cool!"

The professor was full of golden hair, as if he was regretful that he had not been able to go to the imperial capital today to witness Su Yun performing an autopsy.

"Oh?" Zheng Ren was surprised. Just an anatomical demonstration. Can he still make flowers?

"Really, really, boss." The professor saw that Zheng Ren seemed to be unbelievable and explained repeatedly: "What I heard from others are those who come to learn tips surgery."

Zheng Ren smiled and asked, "Fuguier, what do you want to eat at night?"

"Cold pot fish." Professor Rudolph Wagner immediately returned: "It is often said that there is a fly restaurant that makes cold pot fish that is delicious."

"It's good that you like it. I'll treat you to dinner tonight, but don't drink alcohol." Zheng Ren repeatedly reminded him.

"What's the point of eating without drinking?" Su Yun's voice came from the door.

"I will have surgery on Dr. Mehal tomorrow. I'm afraid you'll get Fuguier too much." Zheng Ren said lightly without any surprise: "Fuguier is not you or Chang Yue. Besides, you'll most likely need you to go on stage tomorrow."

"Boss, today's anatomy show is so handsome. I'm looking for someone to do the post-production and can be watched as a movie." Su Yun ignored Zheng Ren's talk about going on stage, but showed off with a smile.

His tone did not change much, but Zheng Ren could feel the excitement emanating from the bottom of his heart.

Is it really that powerful? Zheng Ren doesn't understand.

Even if he could watch it as a movie, he was not interested. He was clear about the entire key process, and the rest was just a constant rendering that led to the final venting of emotions.

Zheng Ren is rational, and this kind of set-up and rendering has no meaning to him. What he wants is success.

From one success to the next, all the way to the end.

"What a boring person." Su Yun was not surprised by Zheng Ren's indifferent expression. "I'll leave it to me for the lectures in the future."

"Okay." Zheng Ren was very happy.

Lectures and other things are the most boring.

"Brother Yun, for tomorrow's surgery, the boss said he wanted you to be an assistant, and I can't get on." Professor Rudolf Wagner said with some frustration.

"What's wrong?" Su Yun saw that Zheng Ren was not interested and was a little bored. He punched the air, making it soft and weak, which was particularly uncomfortable.

"Dr. Mehal wants to be an assistant," said the professor.

"Oh? Can he still wear lead clothes? What? Are you a patient who received tips surgery yesterday?" Su Yun asked casually.

"No, he is doing surgery for him, he wants to be an assistant!" Professor Rudolf Wagner's waving his arm was so exaggerated.

"..." Su Yun concluded.

This is so exaggerated!

I have only left for a whole morning and haven't even passed in the afternoon. Do I have to do such a dying thing?

He looked at Zheng Ren through the black hair on his forehead.

"Boss, are you repeatedly challenging the limits?"

"No." Zheng Ren said lightly: "Dr. Mehal made a request and firm request. I also expressed concern about this matter, but Dr...."

"Nothing he said can do!" Su Yun said angrily: "Card surgery, even if it is an interventional surgery, the possibility of heart stopping is particularly high."

As she was speaking, Dr. Mehal's assistant Ms. Fischer appeared at the door. She knocked on the door and said, "Although I don't think the doctor's approach is right, please express your respect for the doctor when there is no one."

Su Yun shrugged and expressed regret for Fischer's poor Chinese language.

"Dr. Zheng, Dr. has just had a video conference with several experts from the Medical Awards Evaluation Committee." Ms. Fischer said in Swedish: "And I found a website where you often do live videos of surgery. Tomorrow's surgery will be broadcast live on the entire network."

"..." Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Professor Rudolf Wagner were all stunned.

"I hope you realize the importance of this live operation. Perhaps it is not just a medical award." Ms. Fischer said seriously.

"Important? If Dr. Mehal thinks it is important, he will not ask to act as an assistant." Su Yun said.

"No." Ms. Fischer said: "This is the doctor's arrangement, please do not question it. If you have always had different opinions on this, I believe the doctor will be very upset."

"May I ask, is the live broadcast of the surgery really going to be live broadcast?" Zheng Ren asked immediately.

"Yes." Fischer said: "It must be broadcast live because you need help. In addition, the micro guidewire used tomorrow can transmit analog signals. It was specially made by the Royal Academy of Sciences for this operation. The doctor tried it. There is no difference between the feel and ordinary guidewire. This should be explained in advance."

Zheng Ren was stunned. No wonder he felt that something was wrong with the wire guide.

"What else?" Fisher asked.

"You want to fast for water." Zheng Ren could only say helplessly.

"Please understand the doctor's painstaking efforts. I don't want to hear any doubts about the doctor." Fischer said seriously. "I'm just here to inform you, please prepare for the surgery carefully. You must believe that tomorrow's surgery will have a decisive impact on your future career. Perhaps it's not just your career alone."

"Chang Yue, tomorrow's tips surgery will be performed normally." Zheng Ren suddenly said to Chang Yue.

Su Yun and Professor looked at Zheng Ren, not knowing why this guy's heart was so big.

Tomorrow, he will have a difficult operation that breaks through the sky. He still has the mind to do tips early in the morning? If Dr. Mehal's operation fails, even if it completes 10,000 tips within one year... in half a year, it has nothing to do with the Nobel Prize.

"Oh, I'll call the operating room." Chang Yue was a little unhappy, "Mr. Zheng, the head nurse in the operating room said a month ago that the slow diagnosis surgery will require the operation form before 9 o'clock in the morning."

Zheng Ren felt a little regretful when he thought of this.

I'm still used to it in Haicheng.

The interventional operating room in Haicheng emergency operating room has no use except myself. I really want to have surgery any time.

912 is another concept.

"It's okay, then I'll talk to Director Kong later." Zheng Ren smiled with shame when he saw Chang Yue's contemptuous look, "I'm sorry, I'll pay attention in the future."

Ms. Fischer stood in the office, wondering why this big boy was shy. Could it be that she was nervous because of what she said?
Chapter completed!