Chapter 1054: with translation of chapter title

He only glanced and froze, standing at the doorway, with a crowd piled behind him.

Although there were many people, none dared to crowd.

Su Yun felt the old man looked somewhat familiar, so he nudged the professor with his elbow and asked, "Who is that person? Why does he look so familiar?"

Professor Rudolf Wagner had been intently watching Zheng Ren's lecture; although he had already mastered the new TIPS surgery method, Zheng Ren's lecture was so extravagant that after hearing just a few sentences he couldn't look away.

People like Su Yun, who stubbornly refuse to listen to Zheng Ren's lecture and just play on their phones, are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns… only he is one.

"My God!!!" the professor exclaimed after a glance.

The stifled exclamation flashed like lightning across Su Yun's mind, and he immediately recalled.

Charles Moore, a living Nobel laureate in Physiology or Medicine at the Mayo Clinic! His main achievement is the research on nucleic acid transmission of life information.

It is said that in his youth this old man was a surgeon, and by around forty he had already stood at the pinnacle of surgical surgery, overlooking all beings. Yet, unexpectedly, he shifted from clinical work to research, quickly made a breakthrough in nucleic acid research, and twelve years later won the Nobel Prize for this work.

This is a past story; Su Yun cares so much about the Nobel Prize, how could he not know?

But the portrait of Charles Moore shows him as he looked when he won the Nobel Prize in his fifties.

The Charles Moore before us is already aged and frail; the passage of years has taken almost all his vigor.

At this moment he is already an elderly man on the brink of death.

How could it be him! In Su Yun's eyes, a rare glint of admiration shone.

In an instant he could no longer sit still, eager and ready, preparing to go ask Charles Moore for an autograph.

Faced with his idol, Su Yun cast aside all his youthful recklessness and rebelliousness; he was like a star‑chasing child, unable to wait.

"Doctor Charles Moore, I saw him eight years ago; he has changed a lot these past few years," Professor Rudolf Wagner murmured.

Su Yun still held back.

Obviously they came to demand the venue; going up like that would just be walking into the gun barrel, waiting for Doctor Charles Moore to slap them in the face?

Su Yun is not that foolish.

Once he gets a grip, he's sharper than a monkey.

"Was the doctor's surgery supposedly excellent when he was young? Is that true?" Su Yun asked.

"Surely," the professor snapped his eyes, seeming to forget everything, angry that Su Yun dared to question his idol, "The doctor's neurosurgery and general surgery were world‑top at the time."

"Why would he turn to research?" Su Yun looked at Doctor Charles Moore and muttered to himself.

"I've heard that at that time Doctor Charles Moore's surgery had already reached the world's peak level. But you, Yun Ge'er, also know that the Nobel Prize discriminates against clinical work, so he angrily abandoned clinical practice to pursue basic research," Professor Rudolf Wagner said enviously.

"Going from clinical to basic research and winning the Nobel Prize in just twelve years—damn impressive," Su Yun praised, feeling a slight oddity in his heart.

"Damn shining!" the professor also praised: "I once considered doing basic research myself, but after looking into it I found there's too much to learn. Moreover, basic research especially depends on luck; most of it is trial and error. If you pick the wrong direction, even a lifetime of research could never win a Nobel Prize."

"That's insight, not fate," Su Yun said coldly.

"What is Doctor Charles Moore doing?" the professor, no longer able to watch Zheng Ren dissect and lecture, turned his observation and asked doubtfully.

"He..." Su Yun also hesitated a moment, wanting to say something but then swallowed it back.

Su Yun felt that Doctor Charles Moore was watching Zheng Ren's lecture.

But if this happened to someone else it would be normal; however, this person before us had already scaled the peak of surgical surgery decades ago and is an absolute powerhouse. Moreover, his basic‑theory research is Nobel‑Prize level, incredibly strong.

Could he be watching Boss Zheng's lecture and paying such close attention?

Although he is extremely confident, Su Yun still regards this idea as a hallucination.

It must be a hallucination,

It must be a hallucination,

Impossible.

In the entire stepped classroom there was an eerie silence; only Zheng Ren, speaking fluent New York‑accented American English, was continuously performing dissections while lecturing with a particularly intuitive interventional technique.

The scene grew ever more eerie.

An assistant behind Doctor Charles Moore wanted to step forward to negotiate, but as soon as he took a step the doctor stopped him.

Su Yun noticed Doctor Charles Moore's action, froze for a moment, and suddenly felt that his "hallucination" was real.

This eerie scene lasted less than three minutes; Doctor Smith, by a chance occurrence, looked away from Zheng Ren's hand and suddenly saw Doctor Charles Moore standing at the doorway.

Sweat instantly streamed down his forehead; he silently cursed his assistant for not telling him that today Doctor Charles Moore would be using the demonstration room.

If he had known, even lecturing in the lab would have been fine!

Although it felt much worse than the demonstration room, it was still better than… thinking that, Smith immediately bent over, walked to Doctor Charles Moore's side, and wore a full‑face smile.

Su Yun sat in his seat, intently watching Doctor Charles Moore, seeing Smith come over to exchange a few words.

He had expected to be shooed away immediately, but Doctor Charles Moore waved his hand, spoke a few sentences to Smith, then found a seat and sat down quietly.

Smith also felt a bit lost, suddenly unable to find his bearings.

Everyone noticed this… except Zheng Ren.

This guy is already immersed in the pleasure of using one set and discarding another, unable to pull himself out. Moreover, he doesn't mind wasting supplies, directly using consumables for demonstrations, making the effect much stronger than when he lectured to Mu Tao and the others.

Zheng Ren completely failed to notice anything happening downstairs.

He continued lecturing meticulously on using nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion to determine the puncture point for TIPS surgery, explaining the anatomical relationship between the portal vein and hepatic vein, how to use nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion to judge it, how to locate that point, and how to puncture successfully.

Su Yun was utterly speechless.

Our boss is sometimes incredibly shrewd, sometimes utterly foolish like… an idiot.

Is this really okay?

However, Su Yun didn't remind Zheng Ren; he just watched silently. He still had some confidence in his own speculation.

Doctor Charles Moore seemed very interested in Zheng Ren's anatomical lecture, watching with keen interest.

The demonstration room once again fell into an eerie atmosphere.