Chapter 1084: 1057 Mouse Saw Cat

Zou Zhi was very unhappy.

Zou Jia Hua had a special appointment card at the Mayo Clinic; each time he came, a professional doctor would follow him until he left.

After receiving Su Yun's call, Zou Jia Hua had Zou Zhi make preparations to fly to Heidelberg.

But everything was ready, yet that side asked to wait a bit longer.

It's simply too much! Zou Zhi thought to himself.

What status does the old master have? To have reached this point is already considered courteous to the wise, yet Doctor Zheng Ren actually lacked propriety, making the old master wait for him!

Only others wait for the old master; how could the old master wait for someone?!

The accompanying Mayo Clinic doctor showed impatience, constantly checking his watch, saying in a sarcastic tone things about not keeping time.

Although there was no need to explain anything to him, Zou Jia Hua remained calm, simply saying he'd wait for Boss Zheng to come out. Yet Zou Zhi still felt gloomy and irritable, especially whenever he thought of Su Yun's face, this feeling intensified.

The agreed time passed by one hour and fifty-two minutes before Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Professor Rudolf Wagner emerged from the Mayo Clinic doors, surrounded by a group of doctors in white coats.

"Damn, finally no more wasting time here." The accompanying doctor complained. As time passed, his face grew uglier, like gathering storm clouds.

Zou Zhi also felt helpless, only able to give an embarrassed laugh.

Although this is a paid service, after all it was a no-show. Moreover, this is the Mayo Clinic.

"Zou, people who don't keep time have no future." That doctor could speak simple Chinese, so he was assigned to accompany Zou Jia Hua.

He sneered sarcastically. Although these words were useless, Zou Jia Hua was determined to wait.

"Sorry, Doctor Ledi." Zou Zhi suppressed his anger and whispered, "I will..."

"A doctor from a backwater place probably got lost in the Mayo Clinic." Doctor Ledi said, "Just a tour—does it really take this long?"

Zou Zhi was speechless.

Although he heard from Su Yun that he was invited here to perform surgery, afterward he thought it impossible no matter how he considered it.

Doctor Ledi was right; Zou Zhi also thought it was likely just a publicly funded "exchange," study, and tour.

As for what exchange, that's merely a nicer way of putting it.

What could the Mayo Clinic and Chinese doctors possibly exchange? If it's studying, they wouldn't bother teaching.

Really embarrassing, Zou Zhi muttered to himself again.

Touring the Mayo Clinic and getting lost—yet seeing the crowd of white‑coated doctors surrounding him, Zheng Ren's figure grew clearer, as if walking together, and Zou Zhi also felt a bit lost.

What's going on? Why are so many doctors coming out together? Could it be that Su Yun caused trouble again?

Countless guesses flashed in his mind, but none fit his understanding of the Mayo Clinic, so they were ruled out.

Besides these, there really seemed no other possibility.

Soon, the doctors escorted Zheng Ren to the door; Zheng Ren saw Zou Jia Hua's car, saw Zou Zhi and another doctor standing by the car, and, feeling a little embarrassed, waved.

Zou Zhi was puzzled.

"Doctor Charles, if I make a decision, I will seek your help." Zheng Ren turned and said earnestly to Doctor Charles Moore.

Doctor Charles smiled and patted Zheng Ren's shoulder.

They shook hands, said goodbye, and Zheng Ren walked toward Zou Jia Hua's car.

"Why so late?" Zou Zhi felt something was off but still complained.

Su Yun raised an eyebrow, then smiled, saying nothing.

"Sorry, Doctor Charles wants to watch my surgery, so he added a slot temporarily." Zheng Ren explained.

"Hmph." Zou Zhi let out a faint snort from his nose, expressing his dissatisfaction, "Doctor Ledi, the person we're waiting for has arrived; you may leave now."

What awaited Zou Zhi was endless silence.

Zou Zhi originally thought he'd still have to hear Doctor Ledi's complaints, maybe even some obscure curses.

But he never imagined that the perpetually impatient, nagging Doctor Ledi would actually fall silent.

He turned his head strangely and saw Doctor Ledi looking terrified, his waist unconsciously bending low, humble as a subject before a monarch, almost touching the dust.

Moreover, what he saw was not an ordinary monarch, but a particularly cruel one.

Doctor Ledi made his breathing as faint as possible, fearing to provoke the person before him.

"Doctor Zheng, I look forward to our next meeting." Doctor Charles said.

Zheng Ren turned, bowed deeply, then smiled and got into the car.

Zou Zhi was very confused, but he said nothing.

"Doctor Charles, you… you hello." Doctor Ledi's voice trembled, he spoke as gently and humbly as he could.

"Move aside." The assistant beside Doctor Charles said coldly, "The doctor doesn't want to see you."

Doctor Ledi vanished like a docile pet.

Zou Zhi stared, dumbfounded.

Who is this doctor‑elder who escorted Zheng Ren out? Even if he were a top doctor at the Mayo Clinic, he wouldn't make others fear him like this.

Utterly baffling.

Feng Xu Hui and Hu Yan Hui got into the rear car; three cars drove away from the Mayo Clinic.

The group of white‑coated doctors remained at the Mayo Clinic gate until they disappeared from sight, the bronze statues of the Mayo brothers shining brightly.

Zou Jia Hua and Zheng Ren exchanged a few words, then began work. Zou Zhi thought long and hard but still couldn't grasp the reason.

He asked softly, "Doctor Zheng, who saw you out just now? I wonder why Doctor Ledi was so afraid of him."

"It's Doctor Charles Moore, a Nobel laureate." Zheng Ren held a silver box; inside, the surgical instruments were clean and simply disinfected. He gripped a knife handle, reluctant to let go, and casually told Zou Zhi.

"A Nobel Prize winner? But even a Nobel laureate wouldn't make Doctor Ledi fear him like that." Zou Zhi felt surprised, yet this still couldn't explain Doctor Ledi's expression, like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Doctor Charles once had coronary heart disease; I guess he had the surgery at Mayo Clinic, and afterward suffered serious complications." Zheng Ren's eyes lit up as he looked at the knife handle, as if it were Xie Yiren, "Coronary artery dilation, so cardiologists, including intervention doctors, tend to fear him."

"……" Zou Zhi was speechless.

"Boss, how do you know?" Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren and asked.

"Many years of rich clinical experience." Zheng Ren held the knife handle, feeling its hardness and weight, a light swipe left a faint silver-white, sharp light in the air, cutting time, cutting ages.