Chapter 1248: with translation of chapter title

Listening to Zheng Ren and Mei Ha'er speaking, Director Zhang completely didn't know what they were saying.

Swedish, a relatively obscure language. Director Zhang's English listening and speaking were still first-rate, but switched to Swedish, she completely didn't understand.

She calmly observed the exchange between Zheng Ren and Mei Ha'er; although she couldn't understand Swedish, seeing where Zheng Ren pointed with his finger, she knew roughly what Mei Ha'er was asking.

These were the technical difficulties hidden beneath the surface in what previously looked like ordinary Shou Bing processes.

It looked effortless, very simple, very relaxed.

Director Zhang has implanted at least several hundred cardiac pacemakers, nearly a thousand, and she has never once finished one in ten minutes.

The technical superiority is reflected in these seemingly ordinary operations.

Zheng Lao Ban's technical level is really strong, ah, Director Zhang thought with feeling.

"Is there any problem here?"

"The doctor is asking, what means to avoid the influence of microturbulence between the guidewire and blood?"

"Everyone's anatomical structure is different; there is no universal clinical significance."

The staff behind Mehari were also experts in cardiac research, whispering their discussion.

Their communication was in English, which Director Zhang could understand.

It seems not only does she recognize Zheng Lao Ban's level, but these world‑level experts and professors also recognize it.

Not only recognition, they probably don't even know how Zheng Lao Ban manages to do it.

Director Zhang thought of this and smiled slightly.

Although it's not self‑praise, seeing Zheng Lao Ban standing at the pinnacle of Interventional surgery gives her a general sense of pride.

Not only did he settle a difficult patient for himself, he also used Shou Bing to conquer the doctors of the world's Interventional Medicine Discipline; Director Zhang would never dare to imagine such a thing.

Zheng Ren and Mei Ha'er exchanged views for about twenty minutes.

The Shou Bing itself took only ten minutes, yet the discussion and simulation actually lasted longer than the Shou Bing time.

This was also expected; Mei Ha'er's level is extremely high, although he can no longer perform Shou Bing, his gaze is sharp, and the questions he asks are all change points from master level to peak level.

Zheng Ren explained in detail, and at the same time he formed a judgment of Mei Ha'er's Interventional surgery level.

This is a strong one, an extremely strong one.

According to the Interventional Medicine Discipline, Mei Ha'er should have been at least in his fifties then. If it were internal medicine, being in one's fifties would be the prime years; but if it were surgery, being in one's fifties would already be past the golden age.

To encounter a brand‑new and unfamiliar Discipline, and quickly climb the Skill Tree, almost reaching master‑peak level, this would be infinitely harder than one's own climb of the Skill Tree.

A body in its twenties and a body in its fifties are completely different. Wearing Lead clothing would definitely be more arduous.

He had touched that ceiling, but by then he was old and lacked the strength to step over it.

What a pity, ah; the more Zheng Ren explained, the more obvious this feeling became. After all, Zheng Ren had once lingered just below the peak for a long time… actually, it wasn't long, just a few months.

After more than twenty minutes, the attendant physician who accompanied Mei Ha'er came over and quietly reminded the doctor not to overexert himself.

The first time, the doctor ignored him and continued discussing with Zheng Ren.

The second time, the doctor flew into a rage, scolding him with a string of words so obscure that even someone as linguistically adept as Zheng Ren would have trouble understanding.

The attendant physician felt embarrassed, so he furtively stepped aside and looked to Zheng Ren for help.

Zheng Ren understood, and after explaining a key point he smiled and said, "Doctor, you've already said a lot today; your health is important. If you're interested, we can continue the discussion tomorrow."

Hearing Zheng Ren say that, Mei Ha'er was about to rebuke him, but he paused and slowly closed his eyes.

The old man looked somewhat fatigued; that vigor vanished instantly, leaving only a feeble elder in his twilight years.

After nearly a minute, Mei Ha'er nodded and said, "Then I'll go rest."

"I've prepared some Huaxia‑specialty dishes for you to sample our Huaxia cuisine." Zheng Ren said immediately.

Mei Ha'er waved his hand; in his view, Zheng Ren's explanation just now was the most delicious food in the world. Now, aside from wanting to earnestly remember and recall what Zheng Ren said, he basically doesn't want to eat anything.

Zheng Ren also felt helpless and told Vice President Yuan what Mei Ha'er meant.

Vice President Yuan also felt some regret; he still wanted to have an in‑depth exchange with Mei Ha'er. But no matter how you say it, the doctor is an eighty‑year‑old with poor health. The recent exchange and discussion with Zheng Ren could be said to be the result of a burst of vitality.

Going to eat again would truly be impossible.

There is some regret, but it's only some regret; Vice President Yuan's status is not such that he would have to grovel before a top professor of a Discipline.

Seeing Mei Ha'er off, Zheng Ren did not accompany him but stayed in 912.

In Zheng Ren's view, Mei Ha'er is a patient, an old man who wants to climb the technology tree but has the will without the strength, worthy of respect.

Professor Rudolf Wagner greeted Zheng Ren and then reluctantly went to accompany Mei Ha'er.

After Mei Ha'er's party got in the car, someone got out and said to Zheng Ren, "Doctor Zheng, the doctor said that during his Shou Bing he wants to use screen sharing to discuss the Shou Bing process with you. Do you have the relevant equipment here? If not, I will get it as soon as possible."

"……" Zheng Ren was speechless.

Is he obsessed to this extent? Although this Shou Bing's difficulty can't be compared with the last grinding technique, it's still extremely hard. It's estimated that Mei Ha'er's cardiac stent is piled full of thrombi; a little carelessness would cause a major problem.

At such a time, does he still need to study Shou Bing?

But this is a request from an elderly scholar, and Zheng Ren cannot bear to refuse.

He also doesn't know whether the catheter room in the Department of Circulation Internal Medicine has similar equipment; normally speaking, there shouldn't be any.

After explaining Mei Ha'er's meaning to Vice President Yuan, Director Ye, and Director Zhang, the three were all very surprised.

Having to discuss the Shou Bing process while performing Shou Bing on oneself—is that a rhythm of madness or non‑survival?

Such equipment is not in the Operating Room of 912; it's a pity. So we can only speak frankly and let Mei Ha'er prepare it himself.

Watching the convoy leave, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Zheng Lao Ban, the Shou Bing in a few days will be up to you." Director Ye laughed and said.

"I haven't done that…" Zheng Ren spread his hands, "Doing Shou Bing while lecturing the patient is too unfamiliar; I still need to think about it."

Zheng Ren spoke casually, and the others were stunned and stood still.

Facing world‑top experts, is Zheng Lao Ban still holding onto a lecturing attitude?