Chapter 1078

"Just like that." Zheng Ren smiled slightly.

Visiting professor — that title sounds rather comfortable. Although not a tenured professor, if that were the case, would others addressing me have to change to Professor Zheng?

Just thinking about it, Zheng Ren found it uninteresting. Boss sounds better; in China, the word professor has been overused.

Feng Xu Hui lifted his empty suitcase, feeling relieved that his English listening was poor; he couldn't understand what Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Doctor Smith were discussing.

This time coming to Mayo Clinic, he filled his suitcase, bringing a full thirty sets of consumables for TIPS surgery.

For Feng Xu Hui, this was bringing one or two times the amount needed, because Su Yun said they still had to fly directly from Mayo Clinic to Heidelberg.

But who would have thought Chief Zheng was so capable — Mayo Clinic performed over twenty surgeries in a row, with live broadcasts and teaching, and the cases of supplies were emptied with a crackling sound.

Meanwhile, the international department's colleagues still haven't arrived.

Feng Xu Hui pondered finding some free time; he had to contact Director Ma quickly to stock up. The most important thing was to fill his own luggage; otherwise he'd feel empty inside, truly unsettling.

Watching Chief Zheng chatting easily with that slim American professor, Feng Xu Hui felt a twinge of envy; he still needed to strive for progress. Not knowing what they were saying, even the idea of clinging to a thigh made him feel guilty.

Hu Yan Hui pricked up her ears to listen to the conversation between Zheng Ren and Doctor Smith; she was very surprised. She didn't know what a visiting professor entailed, but the title sounded impressive — surely a good thing.

She picked up her phone and sent a message to Peng Jia.

【Zheng Lao Ban was negotiating becoming a visiting professor at Mayo Clinic; his assistant was dissatisfied, thinking it should be a tenured professorship.】

The information transmitted, turned into electromagnetic waves, arrived in China, formed into text, and woke Peng Jia, who was sound asleep.

Peng Jia was taking a nap, sleeping deeply, sweetly, happily.

Since Zheng Lao Ban returned from earthquake relief, after settling the matter of the surgery live broadcast, his business finally found a breakthrough direction; now he could faintly see that blue ocean with no competitors.

Although woken up, Peng Jia wasn't unhappy; he was just too tired, wanting to nap a bit, glanced at the time, and slept a full half hour.

Enough.

He picked up his phone, saw it was Hu Yan Hui, and opened WeChat.

At the instant he saw the message, Peng Jia's blood ran cold. After an unknown length of time, symptoms of cerebral hypoxia began — dizziness, vertigo, and tinnitus.

Symptoms and as previously heard, when doing live broadcast teaching Shou Bing at the Mayo Clinic, it's the same; even vaguely a bit heavier.

If this continues, I'm afraid Xinglin Yuan hasn't even gone public yet and I'll die, Peng Jia thought helplessly. But Zheng Lao Ban always brings surprises, making my blood pressure spike involuntarily.

Is Zheng Lao Ban going to be a visiting professor abroad?

Or rather, a visiting professor at the Mayo Clinic! Although not a tenured professor, this is already enough. The Mayo Clinic's tenured professors, it seems, are still fewer than ten people to this day, all renowned senior figures.

This is a good thing; thinking about how in the future the pre-surgery live broadcast advertisement will feature the words 'Visiting Professor Doctor Zheng of the Mayo Clinic Medical Center', Peng Jia's heart burns with fervor.

Before Peng Jia could be happy for long, Peng Jia suddenly thought of something, and a bucket of cold water was poured over their head.

Wrong! I was wrong! Peng Jia immediately realized where the lingering uneasy problem lay.

As for Zheng Ren, Zheng Lao Ban, I seem to have invested too little and not received the due attention.

It's just an agreement for Surgery live broadcast; if Zheng Lao Ban stops doing live broadcast surgery tomorrow, what should I do? Visiting professor, Nobel Prize Nominee—none of that has anything to do with me!

As for the future, if one were to win the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine...

Peng Jia shivered; this is a huge strategic mistake—how could I overlook Zheng Lao Ban! Simply unforgivable.

If an ordinary employee made such a mistake, Peng Jia would definitely fire them without hesitation.

All morning grievances vanished; Peng Jia immediately summoned capable subordinates to hold a meeting to study how to sign a long-term agreement with Zheng Lao Ban, binding Zheng Lao Ban... to have him get on our own war chariot.

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Zheng Ren didn't bother with the visiting professor matter; the Mayo Clinic is too far, but this time there's a private jet, so a trip isn't too tiring.

But if one has to go to the United States year after year, it's still quite troublesome.

Let Su Yun go and communicate with Doctor Smith; whatever result they get is fine. As for the tenured professor Su Yun inquired about, Zheng Ren merely smiled.

In the scientific community, those who can obtain a tenured professorship at world-renowned universities are all great figures whose fame lasts through the ages—for example, Newton, for example...

Switching to the medical field, can one obtain a tenured professorship at the Mayo Clinic?

In Zheng Ren's view, this is a bit ridiculous.

Just then, the phone rang.

Is it Xiao Yi Ren? Zheng Ren took out the phone and saw the name noted was Wu Hui.

That celebrity, Zheng Ren immediately recalled that Wu Hui is gentle and refined, with graceful manners.

This person is not bad, Zheng Ren thought, and answered the call.

"Doctor Zheng, hello." Wu Hui's voice was slightly weak.

"Mm, the Shou Bing is done, right? Was it very smooth?" Zheng Ren asked with a smile.

"The Shou Bing is done, the doctor said I would die if delayed by a day."

This... is too alarmist; Zheng Ren disagrees. It's just a suppurative perforated appendicitis, plus diffuse peritonitis—saying the condition is serious is appropriate. But to say that a day's delay would cause death is simply wrong.

However, it's also possible that Wu Hui's description is problematic; this often happens, after all, he is not a doctor and is unclear about various professional terms.

"Having undergone the Shou Bing is enough; rest assured, recuperate for a few days and you'll recover soon." Zheng Ren said gently.

No sound came from the other end of the phone; it remained silent.

Is the phone signal bad? Zheng Ren held the phone up, looked, and saw nothing wrong.

"Hello?" Zheng Ren tried saying.

"Doctor Zheng, the appendix wasn't removed; the Community Hospital's doctor said it couldn't be removed." Wu Hui hesitated a bit, but still told Zheng Ren the truth.

This...

Zheng Ren recalled Wu Hui's diagnosis on the System Panel, sighed, and exclaimed, 'This is a damn misdiagnosis!'

Calling it a misdiagnosis isn't accurate; it should be said that the Community Hospital's doctor lacks the skill, not daring to cut a congested, edematous, even gangrenous appendix.

What nonsense about dying if a day late—all rubbish.

Probably because the Shou Bing wasn't performed, they exaggerated the condition, making the patient think it's appropriate that their appendix wasn't removed.

As for the appendix Wu Hui mentioned, that's the term used in Xianggang; it's not accurate—he actually means the appendix, and there's no dispute about that.