Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The car soon arrived at a beautiful, semi-open place. A large, three-story-tall building stood among the lush green grass.
“Boss, this is the special care area of Karolin Medical and Surgical Research Institute in Stockholm,” Professor Rudolf Wagner said. “I’ll go and handle the procedures for you in a while. You’re required to go through a strict security check when you enter the premise.”
“Who’s been diagnosing and treating you here recently?” Su Yun yawned and asked absentmindedly.
The professor did not open his mouth and remained silent. He quietly asked for Zheng Ren and Su Yun’s passports as he got out of the car.
It was brightly lit inside. The professor’s back was wide and dark, a lone and looming figure. He looked a little lonely.
“Boss, if it weren’t for you, Lil Fugui would be done for this time,” Su Yun said as he looked at the professor’s back.
“It won’t happen.” Zheng Ren smiled. “After operating for so many years, there’ll definitely be difficulties but it’s not impossible. Moreover, as a senior doctor, the first thing to consider is not the profit after surgery, but the consequences of the failure.”
“Are you so sure that Lil Fugui is not blinded by greed?”
“It’s alright. Lil Fugui looks rough but his mind is still very meticulous,” Zheng Ren said. “We don’t have to argue. Whether we can see Dr. Mehar or not will tell us about Lil Fugui’s support system here.”
“I’m talking about being blinded by greed.” Su Yun emphasized the last four words.
“Oh, blinded by greed. You have to have the ability to take it away, right?” Zheng Ren smiled and said, “It doesn’t matter. Besides, aren’t you the same?”
“You only know how to play dumb all day long. Why don’t you get the Nobel Prize with your own hands?!” Su Yun suddenly became angry.
“The thing about it is that I’m not very interested in the Nobel Prize,” Zheng Ren said. “Well, to you, I’m sure my words sound very pretentious? But I’m just not interested. There’s no deeper meaning to it. If I have the time to watch a group of foreigners scheming against each other, I might as well do a few more surgeries.”
“You…”
“Su Yun, when we go back, what do you think about the idea of teaching surgeries?” Zheng Ren said, interrupting the dispute with Su Yun.
“Teaching? Do you mean for TIPS surgery?” Su Yun frowned. “Aren’t you afraid that your job will be taken away?”
“There are two problems with what you said. First, a doctor has to have a benevolent heart. He has to do everything…”
“Shut up. I’m still tired and can’t deal with you trying to teach me moral values. Get to the point or I’ll get angry at you again,” Su Yun rudely interrupted Zheng Ren.
“Hehe.” Zheng Ren was not angry. Instead, he smiled and continued, “Second, take away my job? Who do you think has the ability to do that? You? The professor? Or anyone here?”
Zheng Ren pointed at the small building of the Karolin Medical and Surgical Research Institute in Stockholm and asked with a smile.
F*ck… Su Yun imagined Zheng Ren’s next words—There was no one here who could replace him since no one else was better.
Su Yun felt very uncomfortable in his heart.
Should he not be the one to say such pretentious words?
Who gave him the confidence?!
However, after he calmed down and thought about it, Zheng Ren was telling the truth.
Su Yun could not even find a negative example.
If it was a general surgery, Zheng Ren’s standard was just decent. He could lead a group in any of the large-scale Class Three Grade A Hospital in the country. However, he would not be amazing.
However, if it was interventional surgery… If one looked at the entire world… Even Professor Rudolf Wagner was kneeling so thoroughly, Su Yun really could not find an example that could slap his face.
“Alright, boss. You win.” Su Yun was helpless.
“Then it’s settled. Go back and contact Department Chief Kong. The first batch of patients will be performing the guided surgery,” Zheng Ren said. “Hurry up and train them up so that the new surgery method can be launched nationwide as soon as possible.”
Su Yun knew what Zheng Ren meant. There were at least 100,000 patients in the country who needed TIPS surgery in the late stage of cirrhosis. Every year, the same number of new patients appeared.
One person definitely would not be able to complete them all.
However… Was this not a great way to do business and earn money? There was a high demand. It was difficult for one to get a surgical spot in hospitals so was it not normal that bed prices were exorbitantly high?
If he were to ask himself, he had also worked hard during the surgery. There was nothing morally wrong with the whole situation.
Was there really a saint in this world? No! That was absolutely impossible! Su Yun frowned and fell deep into thought. Ten minutes later, when Professor Rudolf Wagner walked out, Su Yun slapped his thigh and almost jumped up.
“Boss, your decision is amazing! Wonderful! Wonderful!” Su Yun showed a rare look of admiration on his face.
Zheng Ren was confused. What was he talking about? What was he going to do? Why did he himself not know?
Su Yun did not explain. He just looked at Zheng Ren with an expression that practically said he knew what he was going to do.
“Boss, the procedures are done. We can go to the observation room outside the ward to see Dr. Mehar.” Professor Rudolf Wagner seemed to have something on his mind and his voice sounded a little dull.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun got out of the car and followed the professor all the way into the small building of the Karolin Medical and Surgical Research Institute in Stockholm.
The style of decorations there was very similar to the underground research institute in Resident Evil.
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Zheng Ren heard echoes every step he took, feeling that it was a bit creepy.
‘This is just a cultural and regional difference,’ Zheng Ren comforted himself.
The elevator was very large, spacious, and quiet.
When they reached the second floor, a young nurse led the three of them all the way to a ward inside. When they opened the door, they saw that the ward and the clinical decision unit were separated by a transparent glass door.
In the clinical decision unit, they could clearly see an elderly man lying in the ward. His body was filled with tubes, and countless machines were making faint sounds. The sight proved that modern humans were using the most advanced technology to delay the arrival of death.
A few doctors were focused on observing and recording. They looked very young but all had serious expressions on their face.
“Boss, Dr. Mehar is inside.” The professor looked a little depressed, his mood extremely low. “Severe coronary artery occlusion. More than ninety-five percent of the three blood vessels are blocked at the same time. Now, we’re relying on the extracorporeal membrane lung to relieve the heart’s burden. At the same time, we have to seize the time to find a cure.”
“Okay.” Zheng Ren nodded. He had already seen all of that from the System’s panel on the upper right side of his field of vision.
“Where are the radiographic films?” Zheng Ren asked.
The professor immediately communicated with a young doctor who was observing the changes in Dr. Mehar’s condition.
After showing his identity card, the young doctor made a record and then pulled out Dr. Mehar’s coronary angiography from the computer.
It seemed he had already performed interventional surgery during the time of the heart attack.
However, the surgery was not successful, so only a copy of the radiographic films was left. It was what Zheng Ren had guessed in his heart.
However, that was not important. Since he was his patient…and he was treating Dr. Mehar as his own, the important thing was to look at the radiographic films, the patient, and then figure out how to proceed with the surgery.
Zheng Ren’s thoughts were very simple. He simply sat in front of the machine and began to read the radiographic films.
