Chapter 1081: with translation of chapter title

Mayo Clinic's patient admission procedure is more complicated than 912's, with many procedural things.

Mayo Clinic's patient admission procedure is more complicated than 912's, with many procedural things.

Doctors in Gastroenterology Surgery have to wait for the Community Hospital to hand over the admission situation; according to Zheng Ren's Understanding, he still really doesn't want to take on such a patient whose appendix hasn't been removed.

We need to ensure we used "Understanding". We wrote "according to Zheng Ren's Understanding". Good.

If it were at 912, nobody would want to take this kind of patient either. When doctors worldwide face disease purely, their handling methods are still quite similar.

Heaven knows what that guy before did inside the patient's belly.

Moreover, even the appendix hasn't been cut out, indicating the patient's condition is extremely serious; if opened, what if I also can't resolve it?

Taking the blame—whoever wants to do it can do it; anyway, I won't.

This kind of thinking is too common; Zheng Ren is very Understanding, and he can't force it. Here, being able to arrange hospitalization for Wu Hui already saves face; otherwise, sorry, I'm powerless.

Wu Hui's condition is fine; at least for a few days he won't develop complications like shock.

So then, it's better to wait a bit more.

Anyway, since he's been sent to Mayo Clinic, this is the world's best hospital; even if Wu Hui was previously misdiagnosed, he'll get good treatment, and Zheng Ren is fairly satisfied.

Then let's get ready to go, Zheng Ren thought.

Just about to tell Su Yun about leaving, Doctor Jack made a strange expression and said something to Doctor Smith.

Doctor Smith stared, then came up to Zheng Ren and said solemnly: 'Doctor Zheng, Doctor Charles asked me for your address; he thought you had left.'

'Address?' Zheng Ren wondered.

'Hmm.' Doctor Smith nodded seriously; the matter of being a visiting professor had originally been just offhand talk, but now he instantly decided on it.

No matter what the address is for, it shows Doctor Charles's attitude toward Zheng Ren is different from others.

As for what Doctor Charles wants to do, that doesn't matter at all.

Zheng Ren also realized it might be the old man wanting to mail him some gift or something; since he hasn't left yet, it's better to go visit the old man.

'Su Yun, wait a moment then contact Mr. Zou.' Zheng Ren said.

'You're late; I already notified Zou Zhi.' Su Yun said.

'...' Zheng Ren felt helpless; doing things too hastily also has its downsides. Let's hurry to visit the old man, so we don't cause trouble.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun briefly explained the situation, then left and headed straight to Doctor Charles's Experiment room.

Doctor Smith hesitated for a moment, then still went along. His intuition told him that accompanying Doctor Zheng might perhaps be beneficial.

Doctor Charles was reviewing documents; although he was already old, he still worked in the laboratory like a young person.

Although it is also a laminar flow laboratory, Zheng Ren always feels the air here is bad; perhaps it's related to some substance used in Experiment.

Back when he wanted to do basic research, Zheng Ren knew this was something he inevitably had to face when doing Experiment.

'Young man, you haven't left yet?' Doctor Charles saw Zheng Ren and asked in surprise.

'I ran into a Chinese friend who needed help, so I was delayed a few hours.' Zheng Ren smiled and said.

'Needed help?' Doctor Charles noticed Zheng Ren's use of that word.

Zheng Ren explained the whole thing, without saying what problem he had discovered, merely stating it objectively.

'Go check who is at the Community Hospital.' Doctor Charles called his assistant over and ordered.

Zheng Ren's hands felt numb.

He didn't want to get involved in such matters.

Being able to help Wu Hui get admitted to Mayo Clinic is already a big favor; interfering with normal medical practice would be overstepping.

Seeing Zheng Ren's embarrassed look, Doctor Charles couldn't fail to guess what he was thinking; he smiled slightly and said: 'You know why I asked for your address, right?'

'Is it that you want to give me a small gift at Christmas?' Zheng Ren composed himself and said respectfully: 'Actually...'

'No, you guessed wrong.' Doctor Charles laughed heartily, saying, like a child, somewhat mischievous.

'Then...'

'It's not a small gift, but a big one! I've collected a set of surgical Shou Bing knives over the years, preparing to give them to you.' Doctor Charles said proudly, without hiding his pride, gesturing as he spoke.

Zheng Ren stared for a moment, then became ecstatic.

The surgical Shou Bing knives Doctor Charles collected are definitely world-class, and possibly custom-made.

Not mentioning the price, just this effort is worth a fortune; but is doing this really good?

After the ecstasy, Zheng Ren immediately felt at a loss.

Accepting a farewell gift can be done calmly, but for a surgeon to give away the knives he's collected over many years carries a strong sense of tradition, of inheriting the mantle.

Although he and Doctor Charles got along well, they could only barely be called forgetful-years friends; they are still far from the idea of tradition.

Doctor Smith's heart tightened upon hearing Doctor Charles say that; fortunately he hadn't directly refused the visiting professor position earlier, otherwise he'd be in a bind now.

The young man Doctor Charles had his eye on—even a visiting professor position was rejected—this is him courting death.

This matter must be handled quickly, striving so that when Doctor Zheng returns to China, he just happens to receive a visiting professor invitation.

No! It must be finished before he returns to China.

'I'm already old and can't perform surgical Shou Bing anymore.' Doctor Charles smiled slightly, 'These years, whenever I saw something I liked or thought could be used, I ordered a knife, gradually accumulating some. It would be a waste to keep them; I give them to you so you can perform surgical Shou Bing well.'

Zheng Ren felt a jolt all over, goosebumps rising.

Indeed it is!

He stood there dazed, not knowing what to say, at a loss.

Su Yun also froze, wondering what was going on.

'Hehe.' Doctor Charles, seeing Zheng Ren's expression, laughed again and said: 'How about it, are you interested in using my knives to perform a surgical Shou Bing at Mayo Clinic?'

'Yes!' Zheng Ren blurted out.

'Hmm.' Doctor Charles nodded, stood up, closed the files, hands behind his back, walked toward Zheng Ren: 'Your Chinese friend, is the diagnosis clear?'

'Clear.' Zheng Ren had entered a dazed state; Doctor Charles asked whatever, he answered whatever.

'Good, then this surgery it is. Wait for my assistant to fetch the previous medical records, you refer to them and perform a perfect appendix Shou Bing for me to see.' Doctor Charles said lightly.

Afterwards, he waved his hand, and someone brought over a box that gleamed with silver light, not knowing what precious metal it was made of.

Zheng Ren took it over, not as heavy as imagined; the box itself was hard yet light, and just the material was estimated to be worth several hundred thousand.

"Open it and have a look." Charles said.