Chapter 1098: with translation of chapter title

"Hmm, it should be fine." Zheng Ren still felt uncomfortable; he wanted to rest properly.

The True Eye is simply terrifying. What Zheng Ren worries about most now is that he needs to "charge up" for a month.

If he had to stay like this for a month, Zheng Ren would rather never use this ability again. It looks beautiful, but it's completely useless. This feeling is simply worse than death.

Moreover, up to now Zheng Ren still hasn't figured out which of the countless paths is correct and which is wrong.

"Boss, you are simply too kind." Professor Rudolf Wagner praised.

"Don't talk nonsense, Fugui'er, I'm feeling a bit unwell; let me rest a moment and hurry to find an animal liver." Zheng Ren said weakly to the professor.

The professor promptly agreed, turned and arrogantly instructed Professor Gai De·Mu Le. Although Gai De didn't know why they needed an animal liver or to give it a nuclear magnetic diffusion, he belonged to the mountain peak that Zheng Ren had conquered… one of them.

Moreover, with Professor Rudolf Wagner standing by like a lion seeking prey, as a low‑level species in the food chain, Professor Gai De·Mu Le had no right to question; he directly had his assistant carry out the request.

Zheng Ren wanted to go rest, but that seemed impossible too; he still had to keep Ning Shu company for a while. No matter what, that Ning Shu counts as a comrade‑in‑arms.

He felt good about Ning Shu; in the chaotic Pengxi Xiang, Ning Shu kept things clean and tidy. Without him, things would probably have already turned into a mess of porridge.

Although he had been working in the operating room, doing his small part, Zheng Ren clearly understood everything that had happened.

He was the type who knew things in his heart but rarely expressed them.

"Fugui'er, let's go get a bite to eat." Zheng Ren, afraid he might faint on the way, called for Professor Rudolf Wagner to go with him.

The professor also had nothing else to do; he arranged for a TIPS Surgery lecture in the demonstration classroom early tomorrow morning, then would start the surgery.

Having returned to his hometown, he could finally rest properly; Professor Rudolf Wagner was especially happy.

The professor called Su Yun to ask for the location, then drove Zheng Ren there all the way.

Even after the two left, Professor Gai De·Mu Le still couldn't catch his breath. Professor Rudolf Wagner had departed; this was his domain. Gai De·Mu Le slowly sat at the console, called up the images of the thoracic aortic dissection surgery, and began to review them.

The images appeared frame by frame, scene by scene before his eyes; Professor Gai De·Mu Le watched intently, mentally reconstructing the surgical procedure.

He could still understand Professor Rudolf Wagner's operations. Gai De·Mu Le merely marveled at how quickly that brutish, muscle‑brains guy had improved.

Whether it was blind manipulation or positioning, he was far stronger than before going to China. Professor Gai De·Mu Le sensed a real crisis—Professor Rudolf Wagner's level had surpassed his own.

This superiority was all‑around, not just a new TIPS Surgery.

It was simply too terrifying; Professor Gai De·Mu Le had only seen the beginning when he froze, starting to "read faces" at the screen.

The reason he could stand toe‑to‑toe with Rudolf in Heidelberg was that their levels were close, neither able to surpass the other.

Professor Gai De·Mu Le knew that for people at his and Rudolf's level, achieving improvement is difficult.

Some might spend a lifetime unable to advance even a little—at least that's what Gai De thought. Yet he never expected that after Rudolf's single trip to China, he would improve so much.

How long had he taken? A year? In Professor Gai De·Mu Le's memory, Rudolf Wagner had been gone for ages, so long that he had forgotten this person.

No, Rudolf had come back once in between; altogether his time in China was only about three or four months.

In such a short time, could he really have gained this much?

Professor Gai De·Mu Le instinctively hit the start key; the paused surgery recording continued.

The guidewire and catheter moved smoothly through the blood vessels. In several spots, Professor Gai De·Mu Le thought that if it were him, he would likely make a mistake.

Yet that guy Rudolf Wagner passed through effortlessly.

He really had become stronger than before, Professor Gai De·Mu Le thought. A fire ignited in his heart, and he felt a twinge of envy for that guy Rudolf Wagner.

Because it was a two‑surgeon procedure, there was another guidewire visible in the images.

But this guidewire never moved; from the moment they started lining up, it stayed exactly where it should be, as if it were inherently part of the blood vessel.

Professor Gai De·Mu Le felt helpless—this was the situation of wanting to see the gap but having no idea how far apart they were.

Before, if someone had told Gai De that another person's level exceeded his by this much, he would have plopped himself down on that person and used his 200‑plus‑pound weight to tell them what truth is.

However, when this scene actually appeared before his eyes, Gai De could only choose to believe it.

To him, this was simply a Danish fairy tale.

It took him three hours to watch the entire tens‑of‑minutes surgery from start to finish. Even with Professor Gai De·Mu Le's skill level, many details he still couldn't figure out how they were done.

…What a pity, Professor Gai De·Mu Le thought. At the same time, he looked forward to tomorrow's lecture and teaching surgery with anticipation.

Gazing at the final frame, Professor Gai De·Mu Le suddenly realized that, just a day earlier, this young Chinese doctor had performed a teaching surgery over at the Mayo Clinic.

The operator was Doctor Smith!

Although he had not yet learned TIPS Surgery, Professor Gai De·Mu Le still found the recording of that procedure and watched it attentively in the demonstration classroom.

During the surgery, that hemostatic clamp was like a summoned beast; at the slightest problem it would strike Doctor Smith's radial styloid.

The pap‑pap sound was as obvious as rain hitting a windowpane, making Professor Gai De·Mu Le feel a chill.

If it weren't for today's thoracic aortic dissection that he couldn't handle himself, and if Doctor Smith at the Mayo Clinic hadn't accepted the teaching surgery live broadcast, Professor Gai De·Mu Le would absolutely not have chosen to do a teaching surgery.

Having Rudolf Wagner wield the hemostatic clamp to strike himself? And letting everyone see it— that would be sheer humiliation!

Professor Gai De·Mu Le thought resentfully. But if he didn't do that, Rudolf would only pull further ahead, and someday he might not even be able to lift his head in front of him.

Making this decision was truly difficult; Professor Gai De·Mu Le stared at the surgery recording, his mind drifting to tomorrow's teaching surgery, and he gradually spaced out.

Only the intermittent pap‑pap sound came from the big screen, so vivid.