Chapter 1053: then translation of chapter title

1028: use a set, then throw it away.

【2】 Zheng Ren held the slides, speaking for over twenty minutes, always feeling something was missing, so he asked, 'Do you have fresh liver?'

'White mouse?' Dr. Smith asked.

'The bigger, the better.' Zheng Ren mused, then said.

'No matter the animal, the liver must be fresh; first take it to the NMR room for a nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion scan.' Su Yun added.

Zheng Ren: '...'

"Zheng Ren held the slides, spoke for over twenty minutes, always feeling something was missing, so he asked, 'Do you have fresh liver?'" Contains Zheng Ren, minute. Also maybe 'fresh liver' not a named entity.

'White mouse?' Dr. Smith asked.

'No matter what animal's liver, it must be fresh; first take it to the NMR room for a nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion scan.' Su Yun added.

"No matter what animal's liver, it must be fresh, then first take it to the Nuclear Magnetic Resonance room to do a Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion." Su Yun said from the side.

'No matter what animal's liver, it must be fresh; first take it to the NMR room for a nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion scan.' Su Yun added.

Given lines:

What the hell is this? Taking animal liver tissue to the NMR room for a check? Isn't the NMR room meant for patients?

Haicheng City First Hospital's 3.0 Tesla NMR makes patients wait three to five days; the 912 NMR has even longer waits. Doing an NMR on animal liver? Zheng Ren feared that if he made this request, he'd get kicked out by the NMR room's Director Chu.

The relationship is fine, but this unreasonable request... only Su Yun could possibly make it, damn it.

Dr. Smith had a sudden realization, said 'good' several times, then had one of his doctors do it.

'Boss, we need to be direct with them. Moreover, many things that can't be done domestically can be done here.' Su Yun said: 'Also, the research environment here is much better; we definitely shouldn't copy the domestic situation.'

Zheng Ren, looking at Dr. Smith's expression, thought Su Yun made sense.

The communication style here is rather direct. Most importantly, his recently displayed top-tier surgical skill shocked everyone, even causing the big boss Dr. Smith to instinctively obey.

That must be it; maybe this is what 'sweetheart' means.

But doing this really doesn't fit his personality; it would be better to leave it to Su Yun, Zheng Ren thought.

After speaking for nearly an hour, it was already light outside, and voices could be heard drifting in.

'Dr. Smith, we're ready

Doctor Zheng, let's go to the stairwell conference room, said Dr. Smith.

Doctor, I just checked and the conference room is already booked for today, said the assistant, who is very reliable and even looked into that.

Dr. Smith hesitated slightly, but upon seeing the plastic bag, he realized Zheng Ren was preparing to perform a live dissection and compare it with MRI diffusion.

Although it hasn't started yet, he can't hold back any longer.

What's the point of just lecturing with slides? Many things need to be learned through practice to be mastered quickly.

Dissection plus comparison with MRI diffusion is the best approach.

Let's go first; if they come, we'll let them in later, Dr. Smith said while glancing at Zheng Ren's expression from the corner of his eye.

He feared Zheng Ren would feel unappreciated and slighted.

When he saw Zheng Ren starting to pack up the slides, Dr. Smith was delighted, snatched the slides from Zheng Ren, and respectfully ushered Zheng Ren out.

This person is very arrogant, Professor Rudolf Wagner and Su Yun said as they went out together, whispering to each other.

I can't tell, Su Yun said with a scornful laugh.

He was intimidated by the boss, the professor said: Anyone who understands interventional surgery, after seeing the whole process just now, who could still stand tall in front of the boss?

As he spoke, the professor's gaze drifted to Professor Smith walking beside Zheng Ren. His frail, paper-thin frame bent slightly as he leaned in to whisper something to Zheng Ren.

It's already done that quickly? It's not difficult at all, Su Yun shook his head.

I thought the Mayo Clinic was the final dungeon, but it turned out to be like a beginner's village—just one surgery and the boss conquered it.

Soon they arrived at a tiered classroom that could hold over a hundred people. By the time Su Yun and the professor entered, Zheng Ren had already opened a black emergency kit, inside which the surgical instruments were neatly arranged.

Recalling when they first used this method, it was at a restaurant that served stir-fried liver tips, and Su Yun felt somewhat sentimental.

Using a kitchen knife is certainly no match for professional medical equipment.

That box of knives, scissors, tweezers, and hemostatic clamps is worth enough to buy out that little stir-fried liver tip shop… of course, not counting the real estate.

Dr. Smith personally connected to the internet, found the MRI diffusion images, and projected them onto a large screen.

Without any small talk, Zheng Ren began the dissection, comparing it directly with the MRI diffusion images.

An assistant behind Dr. Smith pulled out a bundle of interventional-specific consumables from his box—guidewires, catheters, radiofrequency needles, puncture needles—and, not wanting to bother Zheng Ren, opened two of each.

Seeing this, Su Yun's eyelids twitched several times.

This is incredibly extravagant—just discarding sterile consumables like that, the cost of a single lesson is about $200,000.

How petty, Su Yun realized. This is the Mayo Clinic, not the First Hospital of Haicheng where the head nurse constantly follows you around, tugging your ear to stress costs.

Zheng Ren initially felt somewhat uncomfortable, but he quickly shifted his focus to this novel teaching model.

Indeed, using real consumables in teaching is truly effective and easy to understand.

Brother Yun, the effect is just perfect, the professor quickly remarked: The boss is great in every way, just too stingy.

Su Yun smiled and said nothing.

Whether it's Haicheng First Hospital or 912, can they compare to Mayo?

Nonsense.

Not going to Heidelberg, but it could be used. Looking at Professor Rudolf Wagner's demeanor, who knows how arrogant he'd be in Heidelberg—would he even bother saving money?

This is a problem only Chinese doctors would consider, right?

Zheng Ren inserted the puncture kit into the portal vein and proceeded, dissecting as he went. The scalpel was thin and bright, Zheng Ren's hand was steady, and he was obviously quite excited.

After all, the opportunity to teach using a whole set of supplies and then discarding them had never occurred to him.

It's simply…

Damn, it's awesome!

The demonstration proceeded step by step; Zheng Ren wanted not only Dr. Smith to understand, but also the other doctors to grasp it.

Having explained it to this extent, if anyone still doesn't understand, they don't deserve to be here.

After all, the ground beneath Zheng Ren's feet is that of the Mayo Clinic.

As the lecture was proceeding with great enthusiasm and the listeners were energized, the door to the demonstration room was pushed open, and an elderly man in a white coat shuffled in tremblingly.

Su Yun merely glanced at him and realized he must be the person who had reserved the demonstration room for today.

The boss has arrived; I guess we'll be driven out—today's lesson ends here.

The old man saw that there was someone in the classroom; he was obviously very unhappy. Moreover, this band of bandits actually had no one explain to him, not even glancing his way, as if he didn't exist.

He raised his eyebrows, looking toward Zheng Ren standing on the podium.