Chapter 1082

Zheng Ren couldn't help but refuse; Doctor Charles's words carried a suave air that left no room for doubt.

Zheng Ren opened the box; it had five layers, with every kind of surgical handle.

The forceps, tweezers, and retractors were finely graded by model. This was definitely not the factory's generic Da Lu goods; it was indeed the elderly person's custom-made product. The set of hemostatic forceps Zheng Ren had wanted from a German manufacturer paled in comparison to this set—too ordinary and too rough.

"The box can go straight to sterilization, no problem." Doctor Charles said.

He seemed to know what Zheng Ren was thinking, and one sentence dispelled Zheng Ren's doubt.

Zheng Ren's hand lightly brushed over the surgical instruments, a chill as if they were rejecting him, quite aloof toward him.

What a fine thing, Zheng Ren thought, and then he picked up a pair of hemostatic forceps.

Holding them up to the sunlight, Zheng Ren plucked a strand of hair and clamped it with the hemostatic forceps; gripping just half a notch, the hair was held fast, yet the force wasn't enough to snap it.

Changing the angle a few times gave the same result.

These instruments, damn good, Zheng Ren praised in his heart.

Seeing Zheng Ren use hair for an experiment, Doctor Charles smiled and nodded. If the people he picked didn't even know this, he'd be blind.

"Send it for sterilization; you'll feel the difference during the surgery." Doctor Charles said, hands behind his back, light and breezy.

Zheng Ren couldn't put them down, but thinking he'd soon be using these instruments in surgery, he was excited beyond control.

Someone took the box and went off to sterilize it. Doctor Charles walked straight out of the lab, and Zheng Ren followed carefully at his side.

What a short-handed situation, Su Yun thought, watching Zheng Ren's back, and she sneered inwardly.

But he was also puzzled; this behavior and gift, carrying a sense of tradition, came from Doctor Charles—his boss's luck could be called heaven-defying.

How enviable, a rare glimpse of genuine emotion showed in Su Yun's eyes.

Back in the gastroenterology surgery department, Doctor Charles led the way, Zheng Ren at his side, the two whispering to each other.

When they saw Doctor Charles, the arrogant doctors all showed extremely respectful expressions, even some fawning.

Regarding their behavior, Doctor Charles didn't say much, just waved a hand to indicate he understood.

"Take a look, then go perform the surgery." Doctor Charles glanced at the time and said: "I have an hour left; I need to go home. Jenny has already prepared dinner, so hurry up with the surgery."

Zheng Ren had a sense of it, but he cautiously took the data and read it from start to finish.

It matched exactly the experimental subject simulated with the Big Pig Trotter.

In this regard, the Big Pig Trotter's excellence is unmatched.

He examined it carefully, then immediately nodded at Doctor Charles.

The doctors here knew Doctor Charles wanted to watch this Chinese doctor perform surgery; although they didn't know why, they still made all preparations.

Wu Hui was unaccustomed to their enthusiastic warmth, feeling a bit dazed.

Mayo Clinic's surgical instrument disinfection uses high-pressure steam, pre-vacuum style. The 30-minute disinfection time flew by; at this moment Zheng Ren had already arrived in the operating room, changed clothes, and was eager to operate.

When Wu Hui saw Zheng Ren's eyes between the sterile cap and mask, he froze outright.

The anesthetic for the appendectomy was epidural; he remained conscious, and his upper-body movement was unaffected.

Wu Hui instinctively tried to raise his hand, but it was strapped to the operating table and wouldn't lift. He exclaimed in astonishment, "Doctor Zheng?"

"Hmm." Zheng Ren nodded, seeing the silver box brought over, he opened it at once—inside were a dozen handles and dozens of clamps; his heart blossomed, and even his usually unemotional words became a bit lively.

Hmm. Zheng Ren nodded, saw the silver box being brought up, directly opened it; inside were over a dozen knife handles, dozens of clamps, instantly his heart blossomed with joy, and even his usually unemotional speech became a bit lively.

"Well, this is a long story, but rest assured, my surgical skill is high." Zheng Ren casually comforted Wu Hui; Su Yun laid out the sheet, re-sterilized, and stood opposite Zheng Ren.

Hearing Wu Hui's question, seeing Zheng Ren already reaching for the instruments, he said: "To have the boss perform your surgery—you don't know what luck you've had."

Hearing Wu Hui's question, seeing Zheng Ren already reaching out for the instruments, he said: "Being able to have the Boss perform Shou Bing on you, you really don't know what luck you've had."

"Of course, the boss's surgery is world-class. Outside the operating room, do you know who's watching?" Su Yun said: "Doctor Charles, a Nobel Prize winner, specially came to watch the boss operate, so he moved up your appointment."

"Of course, the Boss's surgical Shou Bing is world-class. Outside the Operating Room, do you know who's watching?" Su Yun said: "Doctor Charles, Nobel Prize winner, specially came to watch the Boss's Shou Bing, that's why he moved up your appointment."

Originally it was like this, Wu Hui finally understood.

Before, he still didn't understand why he could undergo Shou Bing so quickly. After hearing Su Yun explain like this, he immediately understood.

Nobel Prize in Medicine winner, this golden signboard, in Wu Hui's cognition is very impressive.

"Close your eyes, it's estimated to be done in twenty or thirty Minute." Su Yun didn't know the situation inside, so she spoke relatively conservatively.

Wu Hui, however, did not close his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling of the Operating Room.

I ran to Luo Che Si Te, and unexpectedly a Chinese person gave me Shou Bing; fate is really strange.

But being able to meet Doctor Zheng is also considered my luck. Otherwise, I would definitely be lying in the Community Hospital now, surrounded by dying emergency patients; just the thought would scare me to death.

Moreover, this cut definitely cannot be avoided; it's said that in half a year another stage of Shou Bing treatment will be needed, and at that time the Shou Bing is estimated to be even harder to perform.

But, Doctor Zheng's surgical skill—is it really as good as Doctor Su said?

Wu Hui merely had a little Doubt, but still relatively believed Su Yun's words.

The logic is very simple; this is the Mayo Clinic, can just anyone come and do Shou Bing? That would truly be Arabian Nights.

Doctor Zheng's skill is at least not bad; that's for sure.

Although he has a serious illness, his mind is still very clear.

Zheng Ren stood in front of the Operating table, feeling the still-warm Blunt Scissors in his hand; with a thought, he went to the System Space and once again purchased Surgical Training Time.

Like a soldier, one must be familiar with all firearms before going to the battlefield. A doctor must be familiar with all Surgical Instruments to perform Shou Bing well.

Although for Zheng Ren the difference in the middle is not big, he still cautiously did a warm-up Shou Bing.

After 18 Minute, the Shou Bing ended.

The Shou Bing took relatively long because Zheng Ren needed to familiarize himself with various instruments. Performing Shou Bing at Zheng Ren's level, in the General Surgery Department Master-level, once the instruments are in hand, they seem to have their own spirituality and temperament.

Zheng Ren thought to himself, this could be considered greeting these little guys.

The Shou Bing went very smoothly, unusually smoothly; the custom-made Surgical Instruments, although not suiting Zheng Ren's habits, were truly easy to use.

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Add two sentences, I saw this case in the news a few days ago. It's definitely a misdiagnosis, whatever intestinal cleansing, all nonsense, just the Shou Bing wasn't performed. Fan Tian Shui's kind, it's not a big deal, let alone this kind. Actually, domestic surgical standards are not bad, very strong, truly very strong. Moreover, domestic little oxen fly back and forth, Enhancing overall medical level. Hmm, the original intention of Flying Knife is indeed to make money, but there is also the factor of curing diseases and saving lives. Until one's status rises and health declines, then one can't move and stops running.

All teachers capable of Flying Knife, really very hardworking, although now high-speed rail and airplanes are very convenient.