Chapter 1036: and translation of chapter title

Director Kong finished speaking, hung up the phone, and was overjoyed.

Although President Sun there had no authority or influence, merely a small hospital president of a Community Hospital, but their relationship was still good. Being able to put on a little act in front of an old friend, Director Kong only felt refreshed, as if he had become ten years younger.

However, Director Kong soon began to worry.

Zheng Lao Ban's progress is simply too fast.

Ordinary people's flying knives are only within the city or province; those who can fly nationwide are not many. But in just a few months, Zheng Ren not only started flying knives, but Di Du and the whole country could not contain him; in the blink of an eye, his flying knife went to the Mayo Clinic Medical Center.

At this rate, give him three years; not to mention Mayo Clinic, would he fly to Mars to perform surgery on Martians?

Director Kong gave an embarrassed laugh.

All I can do is help the youngster fill in the gaps; that's it.

What could Zheng Lao Ban have overlooked? Director Kong thought for a moment and immediately came up with several points.

His title is still attending physician; that is a hidden risk.

Can an attending physician issue expert consultations? The pace of progress is too fast, the foundation is still unstable. However, it seems Zheng Ren doesn't need that…… He directly flew to the Mayo Clinic to participate in international consultations and surgeries as talent.

Experts who cannot go to the Mayo Clinic, those who can go to the Mayo Clinic are not yet considered experts……

The great contrast between them gave Director Kong a sense of absurdity.

Forget it; I'll do my best on my end, regardless of whether Zheng Lao Ban can make use of it, I must do something.

Director Kong gave a slight smile and began to ponder what Zheng Ren needed for an extraordinary promotion.

……

Sun Ming hung up the phone and only reacted after a full two minutes.

Are Director Kong's words all true? This seems beyond doubt.

Usually joking around is harmless, but when it involves the Nobel Prize, the Mayo Clinic, and such matters, joking would be going too far.

Moreover, doing so is easy to expose, which is not being decent.

Director Kong is not that kind of person; Sun Ming believed his words without even checking the data.

He thought for a moment, suppressed his inner surprise, took a light sip of tea, then slowly stood up and opened the door.

"President Sun……" the middle-aged man asked somewhat hesitantly.

"You guys." President Sun didn't mind taking advantage of the moment; he shook his head, clasped his hands behind his back, turned and walked toward the desk, saying, "Come in."

The two patients' relatives, not understanding the situation, followed in doubt.

"Director Kong is really conscientious; I didn't expect that here……" President Sun said, shaking his head. To express his inner feelings, he deliberately let out a long sigh, making the two distant relatives feel uneasy.

President Sun said: "The young doctor who showed you the films is this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine nominee; what do you say?"

If it were other awards, laypeople probably wouldn't know; but the Nobel Prize, this top-tier award, almost everyone knows what it means.

No further description needed; just those four words "Nobel Prize" are enough to leave them stunned.

"Do you know why Director Kong is in such a hurry?" President Sun didn't pause, directly saying: "It's because the young doctor you mentioned is going to the United States to perform surgery on foreigners. One surgery costs hundreds of thousands, in US dollars. Looking at a single film, do you know how much that costs? One hundred thousand dollars! Taking ten thousand yuan and thinking it's a lot? Zheng Lao Ban gives you the films for free, yet you think he's young!"

"" The two patients' relatives were completely dumbfounded.

Who would have thought that in 912, a random pick of a young doctor would actually have such a background.

"Don't just stand there; hurry up and bring the child over. Take out what the young doctor wrote for you, let me see it; do the tests I can perform here right away. For those I can't, I'll find someone and get them done quickly."

"You guys say, doing this will offend how many people?" President Sun muttered, feeling especially pleased inside.

Head CT 3D reconstruction, urine galactose test, blood galactose concentration measurement……

What the hell are these!

President Sun stared at that A4 sheet, dazed for a while.

This is definitely not a routine clinical exam; these are rare items. The level of a Nobel Prize nominee is indeed extraordinary; President Sun knelt down extremely quickly, without hesitation. Without saying anything else, the identity of a Nobel Prize nominee directly shattered his inner reserve.

Only a few Nobel laureates have come from the whole country; how many nominees are there? Each is a major figure in their field, making him unable to help but doubt.

This time, President Sun personally brought his distant relatives to undergo various tests. He never expected that seeking medical help would lead him to such an exalted deity. However, this is also an opportunity to make connections; President Sun is well versed in this and already has plans to network.

The few tests Zheng Ren needs are rather obscure, but 912 can perform them all. President Sun still has some connections at 912, so rushing the tests poses no problem for him.

To save face for this matter, it's no big deal.

What Sun Ming wonders inside is what kind of person this young man really is; if he invites him to dinner in the evening, will he end up getting drunk himself?

Rushing here and there, by the time off‑work arrived all tests were finished; Sun Ming brought the patient and their relatives to the Intervention Department.

Although it was already quitting time, the Intervention Department remained bustling. Patients awaiting surgery, doctors, and nurses were busy to the point of being unable to cope.

This is the norm for a top‑tier tertiary hospital in the country; Sun Ming had long grown accustomed to it.

Arriving at Director Kong's office, Sun Ming lightly knocked on the door.

Having previously contacted Director Kong, he was sure the latter was in the office, so Sun Ming pushed the door open and entered.

"Director Kong, I'm troubling you again." Sun Ming entered, laughing.

As he spoke, he glanced around. In the office, Director Kong sat at his desk, and another chair held a young man.

Indeed a young man, and very young at that.

Sun Ming had expected this, but upon seeing Zheng Renhe couldn't help but stare for a moment.

Is he thirty?

No, probably not.

How can he be so young!

"Come, Old Sun, let me introduce you." Director Kong stood up, laughing, and said: "This is this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine nominee, Zheng Lao Ban."

Indeed it was him…… Sun Ming reached out his hand in a daze; all his earlier imaginations of being warm and proactive turned to smoke and vanished without a trace.

"Hello, President Sun." Zheng Ren said lightly.

"Um……" After a few seconds, Sun Ming said: "Here are the tests you requested; please take a look."

Zheng Ren glanced at the person behind Sun Ming; one of the young fellows had a dull expression, and the System Panel displayed the diagnosis—galactosemia.

His own judgment was correct, Zheng Ren smiled.

However, following habit, one still needs to cross-check the system's diagnosis with the patient's objective examination to avoid mistakes.