Chapter 1881: with translation of chapter title

1815 This breath, I must let it out (monthly ticket 25000 extra×50)

After suffering injustice, if you have the ability, punch back; if you lack ability, then lie on firewood and taste gall, and someday you will definitely punch back.

This is Zheng Ren's life creed.

Wo mei er sat before me, openly telling myself that I should proactively tell Doctor Olsson to withdraw from the Nobel Prize competition.

Damn it! Zheng Ren really wants to slap a whole garlic onto that pretentious vampire's face.

Although Zheng Ren does not like the Nobel Prize that has long lost its objectivity and fairness, it does not mean he is willing to run ten thousand li to a castle in the Alps where the sun never sees the day, just to suffer injustice.

Son of a bitch!

I must definitely find trouble for him.

His energy is somewhat lacking; after all, even with photographic memory and the ability to glance at ten lines, but looking at ten-year medical records in thirty minutes still leaves Zheng Ren's mental strength exhausted.

A feeling of resentment rose in his heart; Zheng Ren entered the System Space, opened the energy potion and gulped it down.

Usually he would wonder whether the Big Pig Trotter's potion contained any abnormal substances, but now Zheng Ren doesn't care about that and acts on feeling.

He simply doesn't believe that ten years of medical records would still leave him unable to find any fault.

There is no medical record in the world that cannot be faulted, unless it was written by Chang Yue!

"Boss, what are you thinking?" Su Yun only glanced at it, and the notebook was taken away.

Su Yun was looking at the recent data, just like Zheng Ren, and judged that Lao Luo Qie was merely old, with congenital porphyria already hard to control, and multiple organs throughout his body showing various forms of failure.

A very typical case, with no objections.

Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren, seeing this guy still deep in thought, and asked somewhat surprised.

"Looking for faults." Zheng Ren spoke bluntly.

"Haha, I told you you're petty." Su Yun laughed, "You..."

"Don't speak, I seem to have thought of something." Zheng Ren said: "Just thought of it, and you interrupted."

"Tch!" Su Yun scoffed.

A few minutes later, Wo mei er appeared again at the doorway.

"Respected Doctor Zheng, because Doctor Lu Di has some matters, our consultation needs to be moved up." Wo mei er remained elegant and composed.

In this posture, what Zheng Ren felt more was a kind of hypocrisy and nausea. The medieval decay smell, like a burial shroud, was hard to bear.

He stood up in silence, Su Yun followed behind him, Fan Tian Shui and the old monitor maintained a vigilant defensive stance.

As Wo mei er walked out of the reception room, he came to another room.

"Control blood pressure! Control blood pressure!" A furious voice came from the room: "Send the film over quickly! Why can't we operate!"

Zheng Ren stared for a moment, surgery? Lao Luo Qie's disease is an internal medicine Chronic Disease; it's basically impossible to cure by surgery, right?

"Respected Doctor Zheng, please excuse Doctor Lu Di's irritability; his wife, Ms. Yi Fan Sha, has just been diagnosed with a very serious illness." Wo mei er explained, "Unfortunately, Doctor Lu Di must immediately fly back to King's Hospital."

"What disease?" Zheng Ren asked instinctively.

"Sorry, I'm not a doctor." Wo mei er laughed: "I can't say the specific name, but it should be a major surgery done a few years ago, and now the surgical site has problems."

Zheng Ren walked into the room, and its layout differed greatly from that of the reception room.

Fully modernized facilities, the first thing to catch the eye is a huge LED screen, which does not show Lao Luo Qie's hospital bed, but another hospital.

That must be King's Hospital.

This hospital is called King's College Hospital, London, Yingguo Lun Dun King's College Hospital.

This hospital was established in 1840, its technologies are top-notch globally, especially in liver disease, where it even possesses unique proprietary techniques.

For example, an Indian doctor working at King's Hospital performed a liver transplant on a newborn just five days old.

This surgery was recorded in the Guinness World Records.

King's Hospital closely cooperates with Oxford University; its warm liver transplant surgery, which has left doctors worldwide astonished, is a milestone in organ transplantation, worthy of a Nobel Prize if the Nobel Prize were awarded for clinical techniques.

Generally, transplant surgeries require low-temperature freezing.

But the new technology developed by Oxford University can preserve the liver at 37 degrees Celsius, normal body temperature, for 24 hours!

This technology is undoubtedly pioneering, but it's kept secret; Zheng Ren also doesn't know how they managed this.

From the big screen, the opposite side appears to be a consultation room at King's Hospital, where a dozen or so doctors sit, facing Doctor Lu Di's shouting.

"Cut it off." Wo mei er walked into the room and said lightly.

The image was immediately cut off.

Light and shadow faded, and Zheng Ren felt the whole room dim.

"Bastard!" Doctor Lu Di roared.

"Quiet down, Doctor Lu Di." Wo mei er said coldly: "Give you one hour, then you can fly back to Lun Dun to arrange your wife's funeral."

That mouth, really damn indebted! Zheng Ren looked at Wo mei er, then at Su Yun, even more indebted than Su Yun, utterly toxic.

At the very least, Su Yun would never joke like that.

Perhaps it's not a joke, but rather an arrogant, high-handed attitude.

"Lord Wo mei er, my wife's aortic arch replacement surgery has resulted in a dissection, and I want to return immediately." Doctor Lu Di suppressed his anger and pleaded softly.

"No, you still need to work here for at least one hour, explaining the condition to our Massachusetts General Hospital's lifetime professor, and listen to his opinion. Only one hour, I believe your wife's condition will not change." Wo mei er said.

"But..."

"No one can perform surgery; going back won't help either." Wo mei er said coldly: "If you don't want to be left without even funeral money after your wife's death, consider my suggestion. Oh, by the way, do you perhaps want to be buried together with your beautiful wife? That's indeed a romantic idea."

Doctor Lu Di was very angry; he slowly lowered his head, clasping his fists.

2.35 seconds later, he softly said: "Lord Wo mei er, I request to first view my wife's imaging data."

"As you wish, but you only have five minutes." Wo mei er said.

Doctor Lu Di immediately turned and came to a computer, asking, "Has the data transfer finished?"

His assistant said nothing, but quickly brought up the image.

Zheng Ren was curious and stepped forward. Su Yun was the same, following behind Zheng Ren to see this almost certainly fatal disease.

Aortic arch replacement Shou Bing, almost the biggest Shou Bing in Cardiothoracic Surgery.

Academically it's called the Bentall Shou Bing, and domestically it's more often called the elephant trunk Shou Bing. Because the aortic arch resembles an elephant's trunk, it's described that way.

The imaging data appeared on the screen; after looking at it, Zheng Ren couldn't help but let out a long sigh.