Chapter 1065

Charles Moore's laboratory is a basic laboratory, not in this building.

Several people, under Brock Lesnar's leadership, walked toward the road and, after about ten minutes, arrived in front of a building that looked very modern.

After entering, they walked through many turns to reach a laboratory, and Brock Lesnar introduced, saying: "This is Charles's laboratory."

Before even entering the door, Zheng Ren smelled a faint sour odor.

Even in a high-end laboratory, it is difficult to avoid these odors; perhaps there is some currently unknown toxic gas that could cause relatively serious harm to the human body.

This is also a trouble for basic research workers.

Brock Lesnar went ahead to greet Charles, and Zheng Ren and the others followed him inside.

"Doctor Charles, I'm sorry for what just happened." Zheng Ren bowed slightly, expressing respect for an elderly scientist and doctor, "because there is still a TIPS teaching surgery this afternoon, so..."

Charles waved his hand, interrupting Zheng Ren's apology, and gestured for him to sit.

"Your surgery was done exceptionally well." Charles said in a low, slow voice: "Exceptionally well, it bears some resemblance to the flair of my youthful surgeries."

If anyone else said that, Su Yun would have already slapped them.

But when these words come from Charles Moore's mouth, they are a compliment, a praise, almost the ultimate affirmation.

Zheng Ren smiled slightly.

"I looked up the data for this year's Nobel Prize nominations and saw your name." Charles didn't beat around the bush, went straight to the point: "Young person, after seeing your surgery, I feel a sense of familiarity. So I want to give you some advice."

Zheng Ren sat up straight and listened attentively.

"In 1944, Doctor Moniz discovered that after removing the frontal lobe of the brain, experimental animals would go from a state of frenzy to calm, so he gradually turned this successful research into a clinical surgical procedure, and in 1949 he therefore won the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine." Charles said softly.

Zheng Ren knew about this matter, and it has also been troubling him all along.

Since then, the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine has no longer been awarded to clinical procedures.

Even kidney transplantation, a procedure proven to be completely successful, is awarded the Nobel Prize from the perspective of basic research.

"I suppose you know that this procedure is called the disgrace of the Nobel Prize." Charles said.

Zheng Ren thought to himself, the peace prize is the disgrace, why don't you old man say that? But this involves a difference in worldview, and Zheng Ren does not want to clash with Charles over values here.

So he just muttered it to himself.

"What I mean is, getting nominated with a new surgical technique is a dead end." Charles said: "Based on my understanding of the Nobel Prize reviewers, they are conservative and rigid; it is absolutely impossible for a clinical procedure to pass review and win the Nobel Prize."

Zheng Ren knew this, so upon hearing Charles say that, his mood grew somewhat gloomy.

"Young person, you finally understand why I gave up clinical work at the age of forty-two and devoted myself to basic research."

"It's to obtain the Nobel Prize." Zheng Ren replied.

"Well, that is a dream." Charles said: "My advice is, if you want to win the Nobel Prize, you should abandon clinical work and devote yourself to basic research. I believe, with your talent, you will find the broad road leading to the Nobel Prize amidst the complex basic research."

"If you don't want to give up clinical work, then give up the Nobel Prize. Actually, after obtaining it and looking back, life seems rather dull."

Charles's voice was faint and distant, like an elderly person nearing the end of life, sitting by the fireplace wrapped in a blanket, holding a cat, recounting to his descendants the extraordinary experiences of his life.

"I will seriously consider your advice." Zheng Ren answered firmly, but did not make a choice on the spot.

Although it's said that adults don't do multiple-choice questions, this is just a joking remark; life is full of choices, who could avoid making them?

But the choice facing Zheng Ren is a major life decision.

Is it to abandon clinical surgery for honor, or to persist in clinical surgery and give up the Nobel Prize?

Charles merely smiled, then began discussing with Zheng Ren the issue of the fusion of renal sympathetic nerves and renal arteries.

This time, Brock Lesnar, standing to the side, immediately became energized.

He listened attentively.

Although Charles only glanced at it, his understanding of anatomy is extremely profound, down to the bone.

For many things, a single glance is enough for him to propose many novel viewpoints, opinions, and improvement plans.

Zheng Ren, on the other hand, follows a different pattern.

In the System Operating Room, after performing dissections and experiments on nearly a hundred cases, he also gained a deep understanding of this research.

One analyzes from a broad perspective, the other explains from actual foundations; the conversation between the old and the young is especially lively.

Whether it was Charles or Zheng Ren, both gained further inspiration.

However, the one who benefited the most was Brock Lesnar.

He never imagined that percutaneous renal sympathetic nerve research could have so many research directions and details.

Although he had been working on this research for several years, there had been successful cases before, providing an idea for treating refractory hypertension, but many ideas were still very unfamiliar to him.

So unfamiliar that Brock Lesnar had to think for a long time to understand the conversation between Charles and Zheng Ren.

This is purely academic research, belonging to the realm of basic research.

After nearly an hour, Charles grew somewhat tired, and Zheng Ren then stopped the conversation and prepared to take his leave.

"Young person, perhaps the research work on hypertension is also a direction you can choose," Charles finally gave Zheng Ren a suggestion.

If it were about researching techniques, that would definitely not work. But the Doctor believed that with Zheng Ren's solid foundation, if he devoted himself to scientific research, this project would definitely achieve a breakthrough.

It could be five years, could be ten, could be twenty—who can say? He himself spent twelve years on the nucleic acid project to win the Nobel Prize, which could be called a miracle.

Perhaps, this miracle could be broken by him after all.

Zheng Renye did not refuse, but simply accepted it politely.

Leaving the institute, Zheng Ren felt he had gained something, his mind working quickly, still savoring the Conversation with Charles.

Su Yun and Professor Rudolf Wagner were both disheartened; had they known it would turn out this way, they would not have let Zheng Ren meet Charles.

Returning to the Mayo Clinic's main gate, after saying goodbye to Brock Lesnar, Su Yun was about to say something when suddenly he saw a familiar figure walking out of the Mayo Clinic.