Chapter 216

Modu, Hongqiao International Airport, a large banner was hung in front of the arrival gate.

The banner read in elegant running script: Welcome Professor Rudolf Wagner of Heidelberg University to China for exchange and visit.

Heidelberg University is one of the oldest and highest-level universities in Germany.

Professor Rudolf Wagner is the leading figure in the interventional direction of the medical specialty at Heidelberg University. His work focuses on the research of new clinical surgeries, and he is one of the leading figures in Germany's "Excellence Initiative".

This time, inviting Professor Rudolf Wagner to China to participate in the research on prostate interventional embolization, Borsheng International has spared no expense.

But having money alone is absolutely not enough.

If it weren't for Professor Rudolf Wagner also participating in the heart stent project, even spending several million US dollars might not be able to invite this great expert.

The president of a certain large tertiary hospital in Modu and the East Asia Regional Executive Director of Borsheng International arrived at the airport early in the morning with their subordinates to await.

Among the crowd, a typical Germanic person walked out under the escort of several Chinese. He looked about fifty years old, tall in stature, with blond hair hanging over his shoulders, appearing not like a medical professor but rather having a touch of artistic气息.

"Professor Rudolf Wagner, greetings." The president and the executive director went up to him immediately, extending warm hands.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the group walked out of the arrival hall.

Professor Rudolf Wagner's temperament is rather straightforward; as he walked, he asked: "Are the surgical instruments ready?"

"The new production line has already been delivered and put into use; no matter how fine the guidewire you need, we can provide it for you." The executive director of Borsheng International said with a smile.

"This is truly good news. I only have three days, and then I must return to Berlin to attend the Harlingnar award ceremony." Professor Rudolf Wagner obviously belongs to the type who speaks little and acts decisively, saying exactly what he thinks, which somewhat clashes with the artistic气息 about him.

"I know, your administrative work is busy. But Professor Rudolf, do you not think that this surgery will elevate your reputation in the medical community? That damned prostate, for countless years, elderly men have wanted to get rid of it, but now only brutal surgical means are available." The executive director of Borsheng International communicated with Professor Rudolf Wagner in German; clearly, his spoken proficiency is fluent, and communication is unimpeded.

Meanwhile, the president of a certain tertiary hospital in Modu looked completely bewildered, while the translator beside him continuously translated their conversation for him to hear.

But he could not get a word in edgewise.

"This is indeed a problem." Professor Rudolf Wagner acknowledged this point.

"I think, at the Harlingnar award ceremony, your halo needs additional divine empowerment. I recall Mr. Mehari is already eighty-three years old; he must be interested in your latest research."

The executive director, true to being a professional, in just a few words, got Professor Rudolf Wagner willing to devote more energy to completing this research work.

"I have studied the surgery; as long as the consumables pass inspection, the surgical difficulty will drop by an order of magnitude. Damn it! Even if it drops by an order of magnitude, it remains the most difficult surgery in interventional medicine, without exception!" Although Professor Rudolf Wagner was moved, as one of the most renowned professors, he knows the difficulty of prostate interventional embolization.

If there were no difficulty, the surgical technique would have been established long ago; how could we still be waiting until now?

"Precisely because of the difficulty, your importance is highlighted. The elderly Swedes who influence the Nobel Prize would likely be very interested in your research. My God, I only hope the news of your successful research reaches them, so they don't become overly excited and suffer an acute myocardial infarction."

Professor Rudolf Wagner showed no interest in this joke; he also knows that relying solely on a prostate surgery cannot win the Nobel Prize in Medicine. But those influential committee members are all elderly and will inevitably be troubled by that damned prostate.

This is truly a promising surgery; if not for its excessive difficulty, it would be perfect.

Leaving the airport, a black business vehicle had already been waiting for a long time.

Professor Rudolf Wagner got into the car; only then did the hospital president have time to chat with the professor for a few sentences.

All preparations are perfect; Professor Rudolf Wagner, this final executor, has already come to China; all that remains is to complete the surgery.

For Professor Rudolf Wagner, this presents a certain difficulty, but it is not an insurmountable obstacle.

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Zheng Ren had no idea what had happened; he sat in the high ward, boredly playing with his phone while chatting with Xie Yi Ren.

In Haicheng, he never did this.

In this lifetime, Chief Zheng rarely chats with people. After all, he faces the problem of survival, not like Su Yun, whose phone is glued to her hand.

Work at Haicheng City First Hospital is very stable; there has been no paralysis of emergency surgeries due to Zheng Ren's departure.

Only Director Pan does not know laparoscopic surgery; many emergency patients needing laparoscopic surgery have been transferred to the inpatient department.

The operating room is very idle, so idle that Xie Yi Ren has nothing to do; she even wants to run to Di Du to see if Zheng Ren has any surgeries to perform here.

The time of chatting passed quickly; soon Zheng Ren felt nothing, until Feng Xuhui entered the high ward carrying a meal.

After saying goodbye to Xie Yi Ren, Zheng Ren smiled: "Thank you, Manager Feng."

"Not troublesome, not troublesome." Feng Xuhui smiled all over his face.

This was still his first time entering the high ward of a tertiary hospital in Di Du; although the decoration here is not luxurious, it still has a touch of conservatism. But being able to stay here is a symbol of status.

Feng Xuhui carefully pulled the movable dining table beside the bed over; Zheng Ren blinked, then smiled: "No need."

"He's not dead or disabled; what's he eating in bed?" Su Yun said.

Seeing Feng Xuhui flustered, Zheng Ren did not want to embarrass this little manager; after all, for Zheng Hai Xia's surgery, he still owes Feng Xuhui a favor.

Getting off the bed, together with Feng Xuhui they placed the meal on the coffee table. Su Yun lounged on the sofa like an old man, Ge You-style, with no intention of helping.

Just as they were about to eat, the door sounded.

"Please come in." Zheng Ren said.

The door was ajar, not locked; the person outside turned the handle and walked in.

It turned out to be Director Bao of Cardiothoracic Surgery, with Zhao Yunlong following behind him. There was also another person who entered before and after Director Bao, appearing…… somewhat familiar, but Zheng Ren really could not recall who it was.

Su Yun's face showed a hint of strange expression; she immediately stood up, but did not go to greet him, instead standing half a step to the side of Zheng Ren's body and whispering: "That person is Director Kong of the Intervention Department."