"Let's go and have a rest." Zheng Ren said with a smile, not caring about who Charles Moore is. It has nothing to do with him.

I am really a good boss. After Su Yun finished speaking, he became good at doing things.

Zheng Ren praised himself in his heart, and did not notice that Su Yun was looking at him with a look of idiots.

Although Zheng Ren was very rare in that microscope, he did not leave it. There was no free lunch in the world. Can he take whatever he wanted?

After changing his clothes, he took Su Yun and Professor out of Mayo Medical Center.

Along the way, Su Yun explained to Zheng Ren the life of Dr. Richard Moore. Zheng Ren suddenly remembered that many classical surgical improvements, such as the improvement of pancreatic duodenectomy, were based on the research of this Dr. Richard Moore.

After learning about this, Zheng Ren was a little regretful. He really didn't expect that the cold name written in the book was an old scholar who discussed problems, performed an anatomy with him in the Great Ladder Teaching Classroom.

But when I go back, Zheng Ren is a little moved, but he has already refused. If I go back, will it be bad? I'd better wait for the opportunity.

It’s better to hurry up and take a break and see when Zou Jiahua’s side will be finished. If Zou Jiahua’s itinerary is still delayed for a while, then I will fly to Heidelberg first.

"Let's take a day off and we'll set off tomorrow." Zheng Ren said: "Su Yun, if you have time to contact Zou Jiahua and ask if they can go together."

"Boss, do you actually take this kind of ignorance towards Dr. Richard Moore?" Su Yun was even more surprised. "Do you know that he is very close to many Nobel Prize judges."

"Oh, that's a bit of a pity." Zheng Ren replied absent-mindedly.

Su Yun was helpless, very helpless.

He knew that his boss had no particular interest in the Nobel Prize, and all his thoughts were on surgery.

Simple and outrageous.

But isn’t it natural to accept Dr. Richard Moore’s invitation to visit him, get the favor of the doctor, and clear some obstacles for the Nobel Prize evaluation?

"Why did you have this expression? You just said that you should not work all day long and be kind to you." Zheng Ren nagged.

Su Yun was speechless.

It was almost noon and the sun was shining brightly. The shadows cast from the statue of Mayo Brothers at the entrance of Mayo Medical Center were so real and clear.

It's better to have a private plane. If you fly all the way in economy class, you'll probably have a great impact on your surgical condition. Zheng Ren was thinking about this.

Standing at the gate of Mayo Medical Center, Zheng Ren began to be a little confused and discussed with Su Yun where to live. Su Yun ignored Zheng Ren and was worried about his rejection of Dr. Richard Moore's invitation.

At this moment, a car stopped at the door and a middle-aged man got out of the car with his stomach covering his head.

He has dark hair and yellow skin, and looks like he is from Chinese.

There are many Chinese here, Zheng Ren thought to himself. The sunshine is a bit dazzling, but the background panel of the man who can't even straighten his waist is even more dazzling than the sunshine.

Zheng Ren felt helpless when he saw the diagnosis.

Acute suppurative appendicitis, appendix perforation, diffuse peritonitis.

What era is this? In addition to people like wood like Fan Tianshui, there are still people who can push appendicitis until it is perforated before coming to see a doctor?

Su Yun also noticed this person, and the expression on his face became very exciting.

Zheng Ren just felt that the man looked familiar, but he went to Mayo Clinic to see a doctor, and he was not a doctor here, so there was no need to be troublesome.

He didn't even search for who this person was in his memory. Anyway, for a person with a late stage of face blindness, he probably couldn't find anything when searching for memory.

"Boss, what a coincidence." Su Yun whispered.

"Come on? What's wrong?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Don't you know him?" Su Yun knew that Zheng Ren was in the late stage of face-blindness, but when the two chatted alone, they still habitually kept mocking Zheng Ren for this.

"I don't know you at all." Zheng Ren said.

It looks a little familiar and a little handsome, but does it take for me to know him?

"Wu Hui, the movie star of Xiangjiang." Su Yun said with a smile: "Chang Yue is his fan. I also want to have time to go to the flying knife in Xiangjiang to take a photo with Wu Hui and show Chang Yue whether her eyes are blind."

"Why are you blind?"

"I actually said that I am not as handsome as Wu Hui. Do you think she is blind?" Su Yun said angrily.

But even though I met, I didn’t have the opportunity to take a photo at this time. First of all, Su Yun is not a fan of Wu Hui, and he was sick at first sight. It would be too rude to bother him at this time.

Without a conversation, I made a way and watched Wu Hui bend over and walk into Mayo Clinic.

It's just a small episode, not a star-chasing person, maybe it can be used as a topic of conversation when you go back.

"Has he applied for immigration?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Who knows, maybe it's possible to attend any film festival." Su Yun replied casually.

Just as he was contacting Zou Jiahua, someone suddenly shouted at Zheng Ren in front of him.

Zheng Ren turned around and saw that it was Dr. Brock Lesner. He ran very fast, his white clothes were not tied and he was flying in the wind, which was quite interesting.

This is too polite. Zheng Ren thought to himself, how long has it been, and he still has to send himself out.

He smiled and waved his hand.

"Dtr Zheng, wait a moment!" Brock Lesner shouted and ran out.

"Don't be so polite. Let's go back and take a break. We will have to undergo tips when the consumables arrive." Zheng Ren said.

"No, no, please listen to me." Brock Lesner ran to Zheng Ren and said breathlessly: "Dr. Richard Moore said he wanted to see you, and he was very interested in your surgical techniques."

A light red light appeared on Su Yun's face, the capillaries on his body were congested, and his blood pressure was not known to be high.

Fearing that Zheng Ren would refuse again, he quickly hit Zheng Ren's back with his elbow.

Zheng Ren didn't know the origin of Richard Moore before, but now he knows that even Brock Lesner chased him out and sent him a second invitation. If he doesn't agree, he probably will kill him when he goes back. And after knowing that it is that, Zheng Ren also wants to meet this legendary old man.

"Okay, I apologize for my previous words. Please take me to see Dr. Richard Moore. I also want to communicate with the old man." Zheng Ren said politely.

Brock Lesner's expression then calmed down, touched his chest and grinned.

"You just said that you want to have tips surgery?" Brock Lesner remembered what Zheng Ren said after the tense period just now.

"Yes." Zheng Ren said.

"Let's leave a contact information. If possible, please contact me before the operation. I want to observe it too." Brock Lesner said sincerely.
Chapter completed!