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It was really a coincidence. Zheng Ren was also very helpless.
His phone could not handle the torrent of messages and calls. There were too many messages. He could not open WeChat at all.
It was so slow that it was like an ancient machine. The phone could stop working at any time.
Ten seconds later, the phone rang again. Zheng Ren glanced at it and it was still the same strange number. Zheng Ren hung up again but the LCD touch screen was already slow to a certain extent, and his reaction was delayed.
The ringtone kept ringing. Su Yun stuck his head out to take a look and sneered, "Boss, didn't you look at the number?"
"Huh?"
"It's from Germany. It must be Lil Fugui," Su Yun said.
Zheng Ren then noticed that the address under the unfamiliar number was from Germany.
F*ck...
He clicked to answer the call but the phone didn't respond.
Zheng Ren was also helpless and could only wait quietly.
"Boss, Lil Fugui might want to talk to you about the donation of thirty million USD but you're using a thousand-dollar phone and refusing to answer without hesitation. Doesn't it feel ridiculous?" Su Yun teased and asked.
Zheng Ren did not care. He just wanted his phone to fix itself so that he could contact Xie Yiren.
He was hesitating whether to call first or read his messages beforehand.
His phone was stuck for a full minute before Zheng Ren opened the WeChat profile picture of Xie Yiren.
Before he could look at the WeChat content, that strange number called again.
Was It really Lil Fugui? Zheng Ren was a little convinced so just answered the call without hesitation.
"Hello. Hello, Boss, is that you? Can you hear me?" Professor Rudolf Wagner's voice came from the phone as if he was right beside Zheng Ren's ear and shouting.
Zheng Ren frowned, moved the phone away, and said, "Lil Fugui, it's me."
"Boss! You've finally appeared!" Professor Rudolf Wagner was so excited that he almost cried with joy.
In his heart, Zheng Ren wished that the person on the other end of the phone was Xie Yiren and not Professor Rudolf Wagner.
Zheng Ren was a little annoyed and his voice became a little stiff. "Say something."
"Boss, I missed you so much. Please come over to where I am..." Zheng Ren hung up before the professor could finish his sentence and immediately called Xie Yiren.
The ringtone rang. A few seconds later, Xie Yiren picked up the phone.
In an instant, Zheng Ren's heart rate jumped to 150. It was as if he had received emergency treatment.
"Yiren..." Zheng Ren only called her name before he lost his voice. In an instant, his mind went blank. When he was free, he thought of countless sweet words before disappearing. He could not remember a single word.
"Zheng Ren, you're out!" Xie Yiren was also very excited. Her voice was very loud and made Department Chief Kong laugh.
"Why is she saying it like you were in prison? You're even out," Department Chief Kong muttered softly.
However, Zheng Ren did not hear Department Chief Kong's words. In his world, there was only Xie Yiren.
The two of them were silent at the same time. Only the sound of heavy breathing came from the phone receiver.
"You..."
"You..."
A few seconds later, the two of them spoke at the same time but also stopped right there and then.
On the phone, the beeping sound continued to ring, making Zheng Ren a little annoyed.
The professor was simply too annoying. Disturbing him right then was simply an unpardonable crime!
"I'm in the Imperial Capital and Chang Yue will be there. The work procedures have been completed. When will you be back? I'll pick you up," Xie Yiren sorted out her emotions and said gently.
Zheng Ren glanced at Department Chief Kong and asked, "Department Chief Kong, when is our flight?"
"At 3.15pm."
"Yiren, my flight is at 3.15pm."
"Well, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you." Xie Yiren's brain was obviously not online. She actually asked about Zheng Ren's meal.
"Hehe." Zheng Ren was also like a fool. He did not know what to say at all as he just laughed foolishly.
Su Yun's eyes were filled with disdain as he glared at Zheng Ren through his fringe.
The beeping sound of missed calls continued to ring, reminding Zheng Ren just how anxious he was.
Zheng Ren ignored the professor's call and chatted with Xie Yiren on the phone for more than ten minutes. It was not until Xie Yiren realized that she did not have enough time to prepare dinner and pick up Zheng Ren that she reluctantly hung up.
The moment he hung up the call, the professor rang again.
Zheng Ren sighed and picked up the phone.
Without waiting for the professor to say anything, Zheng Ren immediately said in a deep voice, "Lil Fugui, if you have something to say, hurry up and say it. I'm about to board the plane."
"You're nice to the opposite s.e.x but have no humanity." Su Yun's words flew over lightly.
"Boss, about that, I performed the surgery." Professor Rudolf Wagner could tell that something was wrong from Zheng Ren's tone. He did not continue to beat around the bush.
"Surgery?"
"The prostate interventional embolization for Dr. Mehar..." The professor's depressed voice traveled over.
"So what if the surgery was performed? Who can perform the surgery with a hundred percent success?" Zheng Ren said perfunctorily.
"Boss! It's not like that!" Professor Rudolf Wagner almost shouted, "It's the Nobel Prize in Medicine. If the surgery fails, the Nobel Prize will be gone!"
His voice was so loud that Department Chief Kong who was sitting next to Zheng Ren could hear it clearly.
Department Chief Kong's expression suddenly became serious.
During that period of time with the help of the relevant departments, Department Chief Kong had a corresponding understanding of the progress of this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine.
Rudolf Wagner had successfully received Dr. Mehar's recommendation to participate in the evaluation of the Nobel Prize in Medicine before January 31st using a new surgical technique for TIPS to treat late-stage portal hypertension and ascites.
The current Zheng Ren could be said to be a candidate for the Nobel Prize.
There were many candidates, but he was still thousands of miles away from winning the Nobel Prize.
Although Zheng Ren did not care, he was thinking about how he could teach other people how to perform TIPS surgery. No matter how awesome he was, he could only perform surgeries 24 hours a day. There were only a total of 800 surgeries that he could complete in a year.
To the huge number of hepatitis-B patients in the country, it was just a drop in the bucket.
Furthermore, winning the Nobel Prize...was completely meaningless to Zheng Ren. Well, from the perspective of personal honor, it was meaningful.
It was not even a few decades afterward that the situation was completely different after just a few years.
Back then in the early days of the country's founding, the artificial synthesis of insulin could result in winning the Nobel Prize. At that time, the entire country's strength could not withstand the malicious slander toward the end.
Teacher To Youyou could only get the Nobel Prize after many decades had passed.
Now, just like the Olympic champion, the country no longer needed this kind of honor to unite people.
Of course, it would be best if he could but it was not required.
From a personal and national point of view, there was no urgency so Zheng Ren did not care much about the Nobel Prize.
Just performing surgery was more in line with his worldview.
Chapter 614 - Was Not An Act
The professor wailed on the phone and almost sobbed as he recounted what had happened.
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After he returned to Heidelberg, he performed about 20 prostate interventional embolization surgeries with a success rate of only 70%.
Under normal circ.u.mstances, it was already very high.
However, the ultimate target the professor had to face was Dr. Mehar. He had to increase the surgery's success rate to 100%.
Unfortunately, Zheng Ren had already disappeared. Su Yun had also disappeared along with him.
Professor Rudolf Wagner wanted to find someone to discuss the issue beforehand but could not find anyone else.
However, even if he could find someone, Zheng Ren could not solve the professor's problem. If he wanted to increase the surgery's success rate to 100%, he could only jump from the Grandmaster level to the Legend level.
The difference between the two was simply too great. Under the beating of Zheng Ren's hemostatic forceps, the professor had successfully advanced. However, if he wanted to advance again in a short period of time...
The professor was still far from it.
After repeatedly contacting Zheng Ren, there was still no news. Professor Rudolf Wagner could only acc.u.mulate surgical experience bit by bit and apply for this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine Step by step.
It was not too difficult for Professor Rudolf Wagner to apply.
Although the first author was Zheng Ren, the professor had to bear some difficulties. However, the professor's original temper was not as gentle as he appeared in Sea City. He guarded his territory like a lion.
After Christmas when he had applied for the New Year's Nobel Prize in Medicine, Dr. Mehar's condition became more and more serious. In addition, he also had a very serious coronary heart disease. He was verging closer and closer to death each day.
Dr. Mehar's wish was to remove the urinary catheter and pass from the world with dignity. It was very simple but difficult to achieve.
After a few negotiations, Professor Rudolf Wagner had no choice but to accept Dr. Mehar's invitation and go to Stockholm to perform the surgery on him.
In fact, the little devil in the professor's heart always told him that he could perform the surgery himself. If he could perform the surgery on his own, the professor could also consider kicking Zheng Ren aside and enjoying the Nobel Prize for Medicine on his own instead of sharing it as the second author.
It was undoubtedly a huge temptation.
Professor Rudolf Wagner, who was already at the Grandmaster level, chose to complete the surgery on his own in the end.
Perhaps it was because he was too nervous or because Dr. Mehar's condition was too serious, or even because he was unlucky. In short, the professor's surgery failed.
The failed surgery and Dr. Mehar's cold eyes made the professor sober up. He realized that there was a huge gap between himself and Zheng Ren. It looked very close but in fact, it was impossible to bridge.
After summing up his experiences and reflecting, the professor knelt down.
However, the Nobel Prize was still something to fight for.
The professor then went to Sea City but Zheng Ren was gone. After asking Chang Yue and the others, no one knew where Zheng Ren was or what he was doing.
He left dejectedly. The professor had to call his number countless times every day and every time, the result disappointed him.
However, after today... The weather was really good!
Boss Zheng actually picked up the phone!
Although the boss seemed to be a little unhappy from his tone, the professor could care less about it.
The world was vast, and the Nobel Prize was the biggest thing in existence.
The professor kept nagging and wanted to book a plane ticket for Zheng Ren. He was flying to Stockholm immediately!
Zheng Ren cursed in his heart. What the f*ck was going on?
He was interested in the Nobel Prize but not by that much.
Looking at the winner of the Peace Prize every year, Zheng Ren felt a little sick at the sight.
If someone helped him with the formalities and he did not need to look at all the annoying faces, Zheng Ren would not mind taking the Nobel Prize.
After all, it was proof of his status in the surgical world.
Well, his status in the surgical world was only so-so.
However, if he let Zheng Ren run around on his own and continuously delay things, he would definitely not be able to push forward.
Was it not bullsh*t? He was a doctor. His job was to treat patients and save people.
The professor's wail did not move Zheng Ren at all.
After giving him a few perfunctory sentences, zheng Ren hung up the phone impatiently.
"Yo, boss, not bad." Su Yun turned around and looked at Zheng Ren with a face full of ridicule.
"It's all bullsh*t."
"You don't even care about the Nobel Prize. Aren't you being too pretentious?"
"Pretentious or not, at least I'm not fake," Zheng Ren said plainly. After that, he ignored Su Yun and asked Department Chief Kong, "Department Chief Kong, is the new surgery research center temporarily placed in the wards?"
"Just put up a name first. The land will be approved. As for the rest..." Department Chief Kong glanced at Zheng Ren and smiled helplessly. "Boss Zheng, if you can win the Nobel Prize, I think all of this will go a little smoother."
Zheng Ren was also very troubled. Department Chief Kong's ward was full of several professors. Even if he were to be squeezed in, it would not really be a TIPS surgery research center.
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Should he go and try his luck on the surgery?
Forget it. He had just come out. It was better to fly back to see Little Yiren first.
Other things were not as important.
The car drove to the airport. A few black cars with red flags were waiting in the Special Waiting Area.
Department Chief Kong got out of the car and tidied up his clothes. He almost walked straight into one of the cars.
A middle-aged man got out of the car with a faint smile on his face and shook Department Chief Kong's hand.
Zheng Ren knew the man. They had interacted with each other a few times in the past few months.
He was the hospital director's secretary. He was in charge of scheduling his daily life and needs.
After greeting Department Chief Kong, the middle-aged man came to Zheng Ren. He extended his hands and said, "Zheng Ren, on behalf of the director, I'll carry out anything you need me to do."
They all shook hands. Zheng Ren only smiled but did not say anything.
"Comrade Zheng Ren, thank you for your efforts. I wish you a safe journey." The middle-aged man's voice was very gentle but there was a hint of dignity in it.
"Thank you for your concern." Zheng Ren held it in for a long time before he managed to say that sentence.
After a few encounters, the middle-aged man understood Zheng Ren's temperament. It was already very good that he could say such a thing.
After sending Zheng Ren and the others into the airport, the middle-aged man slowly walked out.
He raised his head and looked at the sky. The sun was bright and dazzling.
There were a lot of things to do today. The surgery was successful. The director seemed to have become twenty years younger in the past few days and had visited a lot of people.
Some of them were related to Zheng Ren.
In the director's words, the medical workers were already in the front but were not well-equipped. They had suffered all kinds of losses before but would strive to avoid so in the future.
The driver stood straight beside the sedan as he opened the car and the middle-aged man got into the car. The car slowly drove out of the airport waiting area.
"I am Secretary Ge. I'm here to pick up your chair
man." In the sedan, the middle-aged man had already started work.
"The director has instructed that we should buy shares in Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery as soon as possible. Also, how far are the negotiations with Bai Sheng International?"
Chapter 615 - Special Personnel
In the VIP waiting room at the airport.
Zheng Ren was sitting on the sofa with a smile on his face. He was talking to Xie Yiren about the pain of parting.
Su Yun was the same, but his hand speed was faster and there were more people chatting with him.
Department Chief Kong looked at the two little guys helplessly. Was there no one to chat with him? Young people only knew how to hold their phones all day long.
A pair of people who were about thirty to forty years old walked in. They looked like a father and daughter pair, but the girl's arm was on the man's arm and her actions were extremely intimate.
There were not many people in the VIP hall, just less than ten. Each of them was reading books, magazines, or playing with their phones.
"Xiao Fei, are all young people nowadays like this?" the man lowered his voice and asked.
"Basically." The girl chuckled and said, "You're old. You're already an old man."
"If you don't take advantage of your youth to learn something and spend your family's money every day with your cell phone, what kind of future can you have?"
Their conversation was very soft and whispered. They did not point fingers around but instead talked about it for a while before moving onto other things.
During that time, the airport's loudspeaker came out with the gentle and cold voice of the ground crew.
"Passengers waiting for this flight, please be careful. Due to air traffic control, your flight has been delayed. Please wait patiently for more news."
The man was stunned for a moment. He immediately picked up his phone and walked out of the VIP area. He made a call to arrange for his late arrival.
Air traffic control would not change their decision just because of how much money he had or how many businesses he owned.
Plans did not change quickly. When faced with such a situation, his schedule would naturally change after landing.
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