The procedure for Mayo to recruit patients is more complicated than that of 912, and there are many process-based things.

The doctor in the gastrointestinal surgery department has to wait for the community hospital to hand over the admission situation. If Zheng Ren understands, he still doesn't want to take over such a patient with an appendix without being removed.

If it were in 912, no one would want to accept such patients. Doctors around the world are still relatively close when facing the disease simply.

God knows what the guy in front of him will do in the patient's belly.

Moreover, the appendix has not been removed, which indicates that the patient is in a very serious condition. What if he cannot solve the problem after opening it?

Anyone who wants to take the blame will do it, I won’t do it anyway.

This idea is too common, Zheng Ren understands it very well and has no way to force it. Here, he has already been embarrassed by the fact that he can arrange for Wu Hui to be hospitalized. Sorry, he can do nothing else.

Wu Hui's condition is fine, and there will be no complications such as shock within at least a few days.

So, it's better to wait.

Anyway, I was sent to Mayo, and this is the best hospital in the world. Even if Wu Hui was misdiagnosed before, he would receive good treatment. Zheng Ren was quite satisfied.

Then prepare to leave, Zheng Ren thought.

Just as he was about to talk to Su Yun about what he was leaving, Dr. Jack said something to Dr. Smith with a strange expression.

Smith was stunned, then came to Zheng Ren and said seriously: "Doctor Zheng, Dr. Charles asked me for your address, and he thought you were gone."

"Address?" Zheng Ren was puzzled.

"Yeah." Dr. Smith nodded cautiously. The visiting professor was originally just a casual talk, but now, he settled down instantly.

No matter what you need to do, it can prove that Dr. Charles' attitude towards Zheng Ren is different from that of others.

As for what Dr. Charles wants to do, it doesn't matter at all.

Zheng Ren also realized that it might be that the old man was going to mail some gifts and other things to him. He hadn't left yet, so it would be better to go and see him.

"Su Yun, wait a moment before contacting Mr. Zou." Zheng Ren said.

"You said it's too late, I've notified Zou Zhi." Su Yun said.

"..." Zheng Ren was helpless. He was too happy to do things and sometimes he was not good. Then go to the old man soon, so he would save trouble.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun briefly talked about the situation, left and went straight to Dr. Charles' laboratory behind.

Dr. Smith hesitated for a while, and finally went with him. His intuition told him that it might be beneficial to accompany Dr. Zheng.

Dr. Charles was reviewing the materials. Although he was already very old, he was still working in the laboratory like a young man.

Although it is also a laminar flow laboratory, Zheng Ren always feels that the air here is not good. Perhaps it has something to do with some substance used for experiments.

When I wanted to engage in basic research, Zheng Ren knew that this was something that must be faced when doing experiments.

"Young man, have you not left yet?" Dr. Charles asked in surprise when he saw Zheng Ren.

"It took several hours to wait when I met a Chinese friend asking for help." Zheng Ren smiled and said.

"Seeking help?" Dr. Charles noticed the word Zheng Ren used.

Zheng Ren talked about the matter again, but did not say what the problem he found was, but just made an objective statement.

"You go and check who is in the community hospital." Dr. Charles called his assistant over and ordered.

Zheng Ren had some numb claws.

He doesn't want to touch such a thing.

It is a great favor to help Wu Hui stay in Mayo Clinic. If you interfere with normal diagnosis and treatment, it would be a bit too much.

Seeing Zheng Ren's cramped look, how could Dr. Charles not know what he was thinking. He smiled slightly and said, "Do you know what I want your address, why?"

"You want to give me a small gift on Christmas." Zheng Ren calmed down and said respectfully: "Actually..."

"No, you guessed it wrong." Dr. Charles laughed and said, like a child, a little naughty.

"That……"

"It's not a small gift, but a big gift! I have collected a set of surgical knives over the years and are ready to give them to you." Dr. Charles said with a little excitement like a child.

Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, then ecstatic.

The surgical knives collected by Dr. Charles must be the world's top-notch, and they may also be customized by privately.

Not to mention the price, just this effort is priceless. But is it really good to do this?

After being ecstatic, Zheng Ren became confused.

Those who bid farewell can accept it calmly. However, the surgeon gave the knives he collected over the years to others, and the taste of inheriting the mantle is very strong.

Although they had a happy chat with Dr. Charles, the two could only barely say that they were friends of age, and they were still far from the word "inheritance".

When Smith heard Dr. Charles say this, his heart suddenly became tight. Fortunately, he didn't directly refuse the visiting professor before, otherwise he would be in trouble at this time.

The young man that Dr. Charles liked, a visiting professor, was rejected, and he was trying to die.

We must seize the time to deal with this matter, so that when Dr. Zheng returned to China, he happened to receive an invitation from a visiting professor.

No! You have to finish this before he returns to China.

"I'm old and can't do surgery anymore." Dr. Charles smiled slightly, "I've customized this set of equipment when I see what I like over the years, and gradually I've accumulated some of it. It's a pity to keep it for you and have a good surgery."

Zheng Ren was shocked and his goosebumps rose.

That's true!

He stood in a daze, not knowing what to say, and was at a loss.

Su Yun was also stunned. What's going on?

"Haha." Dr. Charles smiled again when he saw Zheng Ren's appearance, and said, "How about it, are you interested in using my knife to perform an operation in Mayo?"

"Yes!" Zheng Ren blurted out.

"Yes." Dr. Charles nodded, stood up, closed the documents, and walked towards Zheng Ren with his hands behind his back: "Your Chinese friend, is the diagnosis clear?"

"Clear." Zheng Ren has entered a state of sillyness. He will answer whatever Dr. Charles asks.

"That's good, this surgery is here. When my assistant takes back the previous medical records, you can refer to it and have a perfect appendix surgery for me." Dr. Charles said lightly.

Then, with a wave of his hand, someone brought over a box with silver light, and I don’t know what precious metal it was made of.

Zheng Ren took it, it was not as heavy as he imagined. The box itself was very hard, but it was very light. The material alone was probably worth hundreds of thousands of yuan.
Chapter completed!