Chapter 1064: with translation of chapter title

Forget it, let's go rest. Zheng Ren said with a smile, not bothering to wonder who Charles Moore was. Who cares, it's nothing to do with me.

I'm really a good boss, Su Yun said, and then she just went along with it.

Zheng Ren praised himself in his heart, completely unaware that Su Yun was looking at him like he was an idiot.

Although Zheng Ren liked the microscope a lot, he didn't keep it. There's no free lunch in the world; can you just take people's things?

After changing clothes, Zheng Ren took Su Yun and the professor out of the Mayo Clinic.

Along the way, Su Yun explained Doctor Richard Moore's life to Zheng Ren. Zheng Ren suddenly recalled that many improvements to classic surgical techniques, such as the improvement of the pancreaticoduodenectomy, were based on Doctor Richard Moore's research.

Upon learning this, Zheng Ren felt a bit regretful; he really hadn't expected that the cold name written in the book was actually an old scholar who, together with him in the large lecture hall, discussed issues, performed dissections, and suffered from coronary artery dilation.

But going back again? Zheng Ren felt a bit tempted, but he had already refused; if he went back again, would it be bad? Or just wait for the opportunity.

Better to make the most of the time to rest, then see when Zou Jia Hua finishes. If Zou Jia Hua's schedule is delayed, I'll just fly to Heidelberg first.

Rest one day, we'll set off tomorrow. Zheng Ren said: Su Yun, if you have time, contact Zou Jia Hua and ask if we can go together.

Boss, you actually take this dismissive attitude toward Doctor Richard Moore? Su Yun was even more surprised: Don't you know he has close ties with many Nobel Prize judges?

Oh, that's really a bit of a pity. Zheng Ren replied absentmindedly.

Su Yun was very helpless, extremely helpless.

He knew his own boss had no special interest in the Nobel Prize; this damned fellow's thoughts were all on doing Shou Bing.

Simply outrageous.

But accepting Doctor Richard Moore's invitation, going to pay a visit, gaining the doctor's favor, and smoothing out some obstacles for the Nobel Prize judges—isn't that the natural course of action?

Why that expression? Just now you said not to work all day and to be kind to yourself. Zheng Ren nagged.

Su Yun was speechless.

It was already approaching noon, the sun was shining brightly, the shadow cast by the Mayo Brothers statue at the entrance of the Mayo Clinic was so vivid and clear.

Still, a private plane is better; if he had to fly economy all the way, his Shou Bing condition would likely be greatly affected—that's what Zheng Ren was thinking.

Standing at the entrance of the Mayo Clinic, Zheng Ren began to feel a bit lost, discussing with Su Yun where to stay. Meanwhile, Su Yun ignored Zheng Ren and held a grudge over his refusal of Doctor Richard Moore's invitation.

At that moment, a car pulled up to the entrance, and a middle-aged person got out, clutching his stomach.

Black hair, yellow skin—looks like he's of Chinese descent.

There are quite a few people of Chinese descent here, Zheng Ren thought. The sun was a bit glaring, but the background panel of that man who couldn't straighten his waist was even more glaring than the sunlight.

Zheng Ren felt very helpless seeing the diagnosis.

Acute suppurative appendicitis, perforated appendix, diffuse peritonitis.

What era is this? Besides someone as wooden as Fan Tian Shui, who else would let appendicitis progress to perforation before seeking treatment?

Su Yun also noticed this person; his facial expression became quite vivid.

Zheng Ren merely felt the man looked somewhat familiar, but the man was going to the Mayo Clinic for treatment, and Zheng Ren himself wasn't a doctor here, so there was no need to get involved.

He didn't even bother to search his memory to see who this person was. Anyway, for someone with late-stage face blindness, searching memory probably wouldn't find anything.

Boss, what a coincidence, Su Yun whispered.

A coincidence? What's up? Zheng Ren asked.

You don't know him? Su Yun knew Zheng Ren had late-stage face blindness, but even when they were chatting alone, she habitually kept mocking him about that.

I really don't know him, Zheng Ren said.

He looks somewhat familiar, kind of handsome, but do I really need to know him?

Wu Hui, a movie star from Xianggang, Su Yun said with a smile: Chang Yue is his fan; I still want to, when I have time, go to Xianggang for a Flying Knife event, take a photo with Wu Hui to show Chang Yue, to see if her eyes are blind.

How is she blind?

She actually said I'm not as handsome as Wu Hui—you tell me, is she blind? Su Yun said angrily.

But although they met, there was no chance to take a photo. First, Su Yun isn't a fanatic of Wu Hui; besides, he obviously looked ill, and disturbing him now would be too rude.

Without speaking, they made way, watching Wu Hui bend over and walk into the Mayo Clinic.

Just a little interlude; neither of them are celebrity chasers—maybe it'll make for good conversation later.

Has he immigrated? Zheng Ren asked.

Who knows; maybe he's here for some film festival. Su Yun answered casually.

While contacting Zou Jia Hua, suddenly someone behind shouted loudly for Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren turned around and saw Doctor Brock Lesnar. He was running extremely fast, his White Coat unbuttoned, fluttering in the wind—rather amusing.

This is too polite, Zheng Ren thought; it's been a while, and they're still seeing him out the door.

He smiled and waved his hand.

Doctor Zheng, wait a moment! Brock Lesnar shouted, running out.

No need to be so polite; we're going back to rest, and once the supplies arrive we still have to do TIPS Surgery. Zheng Ren said.

No, no, please listen to me. Brock Lesnar ran up to Zheng Ren, panting, and said: Doctor Richard Moore says he wants to see you; he's very interested in your Shou Bing technique.

A faint red glow appeared on Su Yun's face, her Capillaries were congested, and her blood pressure had spiked who knows how high.

Afraid Zheng Ren would refuse again, she quickly jabbed him in the back with her elbow.

Zheng Ren previously didn't know Richard Moore's background, but now that he does—even Brock Lesnar chased after him to issue a second invitation—if he still refuses, he guesses Su Yun will kill him when he gets back. Moreover, now that he knows who it is, Zheng Ren also wants to meet that legendary old man.

All right, I apologize for my previous remarks. Please take me to see Doctor Richard Moore; I also really want to chat with the old man. Zheng Ren said politely.

Brock Lesnar's expression finally eased; he rubbed his chest and grinned.

You just said you were going to do TIPS Surgery? Brock Lesnar, after getting past his nervous moment, then recalled what Zheng Ren had said.

Yes. Zheng Ren said.

Let's exchange contact information; if possible, please contact me before the Shou Bing—I'd also like to observe. Brock Lesnar said sincerely.

Any Intervention Department Doctor would be interested in TIPS Surgery.