Chapter 1050: 1025 Erroneous Cognition

After calculating all the skill points in his hand, Zheng Ren sighed.

It was said the peak was only a step away, yet this step, though within reach, might take years to cross.

Even if he poured all his skill points into it, it remained just a step away.

Wanting to reach the pinnacle of interventional surgery is truly difficult.

Further attempts were pointless. Zheng Ren realized many critical nodes were not a matter of cognition, but his surgical skill falling short.

For ordinary diseases, master-level surgical skill suffices, but this man-made traumatic injury is more complex, requiring finer methods.

After only a moment's hesitation, Zheng Ren decided to use this peak experience opportunity.

However, the peak experience lasts only a short time and must not be wasted on experimental subjects. Having already had one peak experience, Zheng Ren was obsessed with it and extremely confident.

He immediately left the system operating room and returned to real space.

"If you can do it, go talk to them." Zheng Ren said: "But hurry, the patient's condition isn't good."

Su Yun smiled.

This Zheng Ren never disappoints.

Over the next ten minutes, Su Yun, with his somewhat awkward English, cornered Dr. Smith against the wall, repeatedly urging him to pull Zheng Ren away.

Furthermore, he claimed they were committing murder, violating the most basic medical ethics, and breathing the same air as them in the lab—even with laminar flow purification, it was especially nauseating, reeking of blood.

However, when Dr. Smith pinched his nose and signed the document, confirming the legal effect, Su Yun flipped his face faster than turning a page.

He almost shoved Zheng Ren into the operating room, then went back and chatted happily with Dr. Smith.

The paper-thin Smith looked even more frail.

But there was nothing to be done, just as the Mayo Clinic looks down on other doctors; now the angle has shifted, and they are the ones being looked down upon.

After months of research with no progress, Dr. Smith had grown weary. Even each time he watched the TIPS surgery live broadcast, he felt the urge to go to China to learn surgery.

But this opportunity came so suddenly it caught everyone off guard.

"Boss, this back-alley surgical skill is far worse than mine—I never expected that." Professor Rudolf Wagner said while scrubbing his hands, chuckling.

Zheng Ren just smiled and didn't respond.

The professor was knocked into shape by my hemostatic forceps—how could he be the same? Interventional medicine is itself a nascent discipline with decades of history; its early practitioners, who had to scrape by, meant that doctors in their youngest, most energetic years could not accept interventional surgery.

This also caused the average level of interventional doctors to lag behind other surgeons.

Having a master-level surgeon give guidance and even be tapped with hemostatic forceps is something anyone wanting to learn surgery dreams of.

Not everyone cares about face like Zhu Liangchen does; many think learning surgery is more important.

Gao Shaojie is like that, Zhou Chun Yong is like that. Mu Tao… that was in Pengxi Township Hospital, forced to grow under Su Yun's hemostatic forceps, unlike them.

This time Zheng Ren didn't bother looking at the films; the patient's liver was already ruined, so pre-op images were meaningless.

After scrubbing up, he put on his gown together with Professor Rudolf Wagner; the professor went to disinfect, and Zheng Ren checked the supplies.

It's not Long Feng's, alas; Zheng Ren felt somewhat moved.

He pressed the intercom button and said: "Su Yun, the agreement is signed; have Feng Xu Hui bring the supplies, and tell Dr. Smith about this."

How could Su Yun forget this?

He was telling Dr. Smith that, although Smith was utterly unwilling, all this had been written into the documents and took effect immediately.

Su Yun didn't care what time it was domestically; he called Feng Xu Hui directly, telling him to bring the supplies as fast as possible, enough supplies, to rush to the Mayo Clinic.

Amid the chaos of arranging visas and other paperwork, Zheng Ren stood quietly by the operating table, collected his thoughts, and entered the system space.

Selecting the peak experience, a familiar warm current instantly flowed through his whole body.

This feeling was exactly the same as when the big pig trotter first let him experience the pinnacle of general surgery.

The objects before him swayed slightly, then settled into silence.

Zheng Ren picked up the guidewire.

Although wearing sterile gloves, Zheng Ren felt as if he could sense the guidewire's texture.

The peak experience was not just about surgical technique; it also gave him a profound understanding of surgical consumables.

Recalling Long Feng's equipment, it truly paled compared to what Mayo uses.

But this wasn't something Zheng Ren needed to consider now; he didn't dwell on it, and the microguidewire went straight in, beginning super-selective navigation.

Professor Rudolf Wagner cooperated with Zheng Ren.

Their cooperation began back in Hai Cheng; one could say the professor is familiar with Zheng Ren's surgical technique, and their coordination is nearly perfect.

However, 12.45 seconds later, Professor Rudolf Wagner froze.

The boss's surgical technique hadn't changed specially, yet both speed and precision were once again greatly heightened beyond what he could previously aspire to.

Professor Rudolf Wagner couldn't believe what he saw was real, but he didn't panic.

Because at this moment, Zheng Ren's surgery required very few points of his cooperation.

Was he merely to watch the surgery as an assistant? The professor thought that inadequate and earnestly tried to coordinate with Zheng Ren.

Yet his cooperation each time amounted to nothing.

The surgery performed had already surpassed Professor Rudolf Wagner's comprehension. Boss truly is a genius, the professor marveled.

He had thought his level was already close to the boss's, but now he saw that the boss was holding back, lowering his speed and technique to accommodate him.

Just thinking about this made beads of sweat appear on Professor Rudolf Wagner's forehead.

Once, he had also thought of returning to Heidelberg University Medical Center, no longer staying in China to assist Zheng Ren, the boss.

Because he had learned everything he could; as for whether he could reach Zheng Ren's level, that depended on talent and polishing through many surgical cases—staying on would be pointless.

However, today's surgery gave Professor Rudolf Wagner an "erroneous" cognition—the boss's level is simply too high; if he were tapped a few more times with the hemostatic forceps, could he climb to an even higher technical peak?

He would, he surely would.

Zheng Ren had no idea that using a single peak experience would give the professor so much inner drama; he was simply fully focused on the surgery.

In the system space, the interventional surgery skill tree grew wildly.