Chapter 1100: with translation of chapter title

1072 Tragic assistant, tragic tomorrow

"Dang dang dang~" the knocking sound rang out, interrupting Professor Gai De· Mu Le's thoughts.

"Who?" Gai De asked impatiently.

"Professor, it's me." His assistant carefully Pushing Door, walked in, holding a bag that emitted a chill.

"What is this?" Gai De frowned and asked. He shifted his posture, his whole body's fat trembling, as if fat would be flung off in the next second.

"Professor, this is a cow's liver. You don't know how hard it is to buy a whole liver. I ran six blocks before I managed to buy it at a Chinese shop." Gai De's assistant complained softly.

"Has the Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion been done?"

"Done."

"Put it in the fridge." Professor Gai De· Mu Le waved his hand and casually arranged it.

His assistant felt relieved, turned and left. Damn Chinese people, actually wanting to do Nuclear Magnetic Resonance on an animal liver—such a Strange request, truly the first time I've encountered it. Gai De's assistant thought, running several blocks this late and still being stared at like a monster or pervert is really a terrible experience.

Professor Gai De· Mu Le frowned, staring at the door, always feeling that something was off but unable to pinpoint exactly what.

In deep thought, the room was very quiet, only occasionally hearing the "pap pap" sound of Hemostatic Forceps striking the radial styloid.

After more than ten minutes, Professor Gai De· Mu Le suddenly realized—it was the sound of Hemostatic Forceps and Doctor Smith's radial styloid in close contact that caused his Confusion.

Professor Gai De· Mu Le still knew Doctor Smith's level. From watching the surgery recording, he already had a very deep Understanding of TIPS Surgery. In the recording, the Hemostatic Forceps merely tapped him, making only extremely fine adjustments.

It's impossible for everyone's level to have a leaps-and-bounds Enhancement overnight. If that were the case, then I must have senile dementia.

This is absolutely impossible! Professor Gai De· Mu Le immediately denied it.

That is to say, using animal liver plus Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion, Doctor Zheng and Rudolf must have also used it at the Mayo Clinic!

This is a teaching method, not intentionally making things difficult for myself.

After figuring out this key point, Professor Gai De· Mu Le felt refreshed. But a problem followed—had I overlooked some detail?

Ask Rudolf? Even with a Hypothesis of possibility, Gai De doesn't want to ask Rudolf; he can guess how much ridicule and teasing would come if he did.

But I still don't have Doctor Zheng's phone number, which is a worrisome matter.

Gai De thought for a long time, but ultimately the sound of Hemostatic Forceps striking the radial styloid gave him a hint—go ask Doctor Smith.

He picked up his phone, found Doctor Smith's number, and called.

Unfortunately, the phone rang for a long time with no answer.

At this time, one shouldn't be sleeping. Professor Gai De· Mu Le was somewhat doubtful; he didn't politely stop, but persistently kept calling Doctor Smith.

After nearly half an hour, the phone was finally answered.

A burst of shouting, one can imagine Doctor Smith's paper‑thin body constantly shaking, as if undergoing a hurricane's baptism.

Professor Gai De· Mu Le listened silently, without rebuttal.

Three Minute later, Doctor Smith finally asked: "Damn it, you're about to drain my phone's battery—what the hell is going on?!"

"Chinese Doctor Zheng just left your place, right?"

"Good grief, how many times do you have to ask me?! I've said it—that doctor whose hands were kissed by Heaven, after being tapped a few times, what's the big deal?! You bunch of hateful things, only know…" The endless scolding rang out, and Professor Gai De· Mu Le was also helpless.

It seems that today, countless people called Doctor Smith. After all, a world‑renowned professor actually underwent a demonstration surgery and was even tapped by Hemostatic Forceps. That doesn't matter; what matters is that the demonstration surgery was broadcast live…

Truly feeling sorry for Doctor Smith, Professor Gai De· Mu Le secretly rejoiced, ignoring his shouting. But soon Gai De interrupted Doctor Smith's words, saying: "Doctor, I think you Understanding wrong."

"Huh?"

"Doctor Zheng is here with me." Professor Gai De· Mu Le said calmly: "His assistant said I need to prepare an animal liver and do Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion. I don't understand what it means, so I called to ask you."

"Good grief, I just remembered—you're together with Rudolf, aren't you?!" Doctor Smith instantly became interested; his high IQ instantly sorted out the tangled relationships, and he could already see Professor Gai De· Mu Le's tragic Ming.

However, this kind of tragedy is something many people desperately seek.

Before this Chinese young doctor appeared, Technique barriers had blocked almost everyone's path to advancement. After he left, Doctor Smith performed surgery all day long, and he found his technical skill level had made considerable Enhancement.

Now it's Professor Gai De· Mu Le's turn? Doctor Smith chuckled and said: "Let me give you a reasonable suggestion, Mr. Gai De."

"Please go ahead."

"That young Doctor Zheng truly received Heaven's blessing on his hands—learn well from him." In his words there was a slight smile… and the pap‑pap sound of Hemostatic Forceps striking the radial styloid.

"……" Professor Gai De· Mu Le immediately replied: "No, I'm talking about the animal liver—how did you prepare it on your side? Any details?"

"Of course it's fresh liver—the bigger the animal, the better the effect. Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion must also be done; Ming you'll see Doctor Zheng dissecting the liver while combining Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion to explain the new TIPS Surgery. He is an angel sent by the gods to humanity, about to open for you a long‑sealed door." Doctor Smith said without exaggeration.

With that, Professor Gai De· Mu Le understood what was going on.

Really, someone can dissect while explaining Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion?! This kind of intuitive, bone‑deep teaching method—no Title: Teacher would do it even in school.

Not for any reason—just because they can't.

Professor Gai De· Mu Le's excitement made his whole body's fat tremble continuously; the chair beneath his buttocks creaked, an unbearable burden.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Doctor Smith, he immediately grabbed his phone, gave his assistant a good scolding, then told him he needed fresh liver—it had to be fresh! Not fresh now, but fresh Ming morning!

Freshness isn't enough; the Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion must also be completed.

After making the arrangements, Professor Gai De· Mu Le hung up the phone; he didn't care how the assistant would do it, after all it's the assistant's responsibility.