Thousands of surgeries are indeed very difficult.

Zheng Ren was a little tired, and he also felt that Professor Rudolf Wagner and Su Yun were too hasty. If a top-level, world-class award was too casual, he would have seen a ghost.

Seeing that Su Yun was about to speak again, Zheng Ren interrupted him and asked, "Dr. Mehal, I think your physical condition is fine. You can do prostate intervention embolization at any time."

"Surgery? What is the success rate?" Dr. Mehal stared at Zheng Ren with a calm look, as if this surgery was done for someone else.

"It's okay." Zheng Ren said perfunctorily.

Dr. Mehal has been taken out of the abyss of death, and Zheng Ren feels that his work has been done. The rest, prostate hyperplasia and the like, is not important. At most, just live with a urethra catheter.

The most important thing is that Zheng Ren feels that he has fulfilled his responsibilities and obligations as a doctor, and the rest is the patient's choice.

When Dr. Mehal saw Zheng Ren's perfunctory expression, he was also a little surprised and slightly stunned.

"I can't stay in Stockholm for too long, Dr. Mehal." Zheng Ren simply said directly: "Today, if you want to have surgery, just book a short time. If you don't want to do it, it's normal. It's easy for me to go home."

After saying that, Zheng Ren smiled, stood up, and said, "I'm glad to see you recover, so I'll say goodbye first."

The professors were all stupid.

He hasn't seen anyone dare to talk to Dr. Mehal in so many years.

Boss, this is...I really don't want to award the Nobel Prize?

Su Yun followed Zheng Ren and the two left the ward. The professor stood there, not leaving, not leaving.

"Your friend is really interesting." Dr. Mehal said with a smile: "Rudolph, sit down."

The professor hesitated for a moment and sat down according to Dr. Mehal's words.

"Yesterday, I felt like I was bathed in a white light," said Dr. Mehal. "But the Lord still didn't take me in. I watched the surgery film. Your friend is at the top of the world."

Professor Rudolf Wagner smiled, a little restless.

"I gradually believe what you said. He can really do the surgery you can't do," said Dr. Mehal.

"The boss is a magical person. His surgery is exquisite and his surgical skills are... I am one distance from the Danube River than him."

Dr. Mehal smiled and said, "The recyclable stent he gave me to solve the problem of coagulation dysfunction. Two months later, I went to China to find him. If the surgery is successful, I will live in China for a while and solve the prostate problem by the way."

Hearing Dr. Mehal said this, the professor was slightly stunned.

The preparations he has always made were prostate interventional embolism. He never expected that Zheng Ren came to Sweden and actually underwent an interventional surgery for the coronary artery of the heart.

Then...and then wait two months?

The professor was a little unwilling to give up and wanted to say something, but when he saw Dr. Mehal's eyes closed, he knew that he didn't want to have more conversations with him. This was a notice, not a discussion, so he stood up and walked out slowly.

When he returned to the car, Su Yun saw that the professor looked a little strange and asked, "Fuguier, what are you thinking?"

"Dr. Mehal said that he just finished the surgery and he didn't want to do prostate interventional embolism so early." The professor frowned and replied: "The doctor said that in two months, he will go to the imperial capital to find the boss."

"Fugui'er, this time you owe the boss a favor." Su Yun began to squeeze in with the professor, "Tell me, what have you done when I rushed over this trip?"

The professor was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said, "I'm all in a hurry, it's not reliable to do things."

"It's okay." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Then you can go back."

"Boss, I think the boss's wife has also gone to the Imperial Capital. I heard that you are going to establish a tips surgery R&D center in the Imperial Capital. Is that true?" asked the professor.

"Boss lady..." Zheng Ren was speechless.

"What? Are you embarrassed? Why did you have the nerve to start?" Su Yun squirted.

He was so fucked that he couldn't talk to this guy. Zheng Ren turned his face and said to the professor.

"Fuguier, I did establish a research and development center for tips surgery, but there is no specific location yet. Just Director Kong gave me ten beds." Zheng Ren said.

"Boss, I'm going to go back with you for surgery," Professor Rudolf Wagner said seriously.

"Don't you have to work in Heidelberg?" Zheng Ren asked in surprise.

"What job is more important than the Nobel Prize?" Professor Rudolf Wagner was also very surprised.

The two people's thinking is not on the same line at all, which means that none of them has a quarrel. If there is a quarrel, wait and say a quarrel.

Zheng Ren had no disagreement about the professor's return with him.

If you work one more person, you don’t have money... Professor Rudolph Wagner doesn’t just don’t have money, but they have invested it with the foundation.

Since I made a decision, it would be meaningless to stay in Stockholm again. The professor booked the most recent flight, carried his suitcase and set off on the road again.

In fact, according to Su Yun's idea, he should stay in Nordic Europe for a few days. However, Zheng Ren wanted to go back to see Xie Yiren, and the professor was full of tips surgery, and his opinions were directly ignored by the two.

I ran all the way, thank you for your hard work, and the few people were exhausted and had no energy at all. They started to sleep when they got on the plane, and no one was in the spirit and joked.

The flight time of more than nine hours was boring, especially the professor was snoring on the side, and Zheng Ren couldn't even take a good rest.

There is no way, so I can only go into the system library to read the book.

I was safe all the way. This time I went to Stockholm and went back soon. It only took less than three days to go together.

Director Kong, Xie Yiren, and Chang Yue went to pick up the group of three. After meeting, Director Kong had a lot of words and wanted to ask.

The main thing is the progress of the Nobel Prize, and the older generation is more superstitious about this.

In the past, let alone the Nobel Prize, as long as you achieve a little bit of small achievements, the whole country will be jubilant and the billions of people will celebrate together.

The Long March rocket launch was broadcast live nationwide back then, and I don’t know how many pairs of eyes were watching it.

This is especially true for the Olympics.

Now that the country is strong, where will CCTV broadcast the rocket launch live? Even Chang'e landed on the moon without broadcasting it.

However, the Nobel Prize was once a dream that lingers in the hearts of the older generation of scientific and technological personnel. Countless people have worked hard, worked hard and struggled for it.

Director Kong has never had the chance to win the Nobel Prize in his own life, but he hopes that under his wings, Zheng Ren can achieve it on his behalf.

When he received Zheng Ren, he saw that he would whisper when he talked to Xie Yiren, but Director Kong did not disturb him.
Chapter completed!