Chapter 3127: with translation of chapter title

Fugui'er!

Zheng Renhe and Su Yun stood up at the same time.

Long time no see, I really missed you. Looking back, Professor Rudolf Wagner had gained a whole circle compared to two months ago, his face glowing red, he opened his arms like a bear. His head of blond hair flew, and that Dong Bei accent with its coarse grain flavor also flew up.

"Fugui'er, you've gotten fat." Professor Zheng Renhe hugged him briefly, then immediately let go.

Beneath the scent of men's cologne lay a hint of alcohol; just how much alcohol has Professor Rudolf Wagner consumed lately? He might as well have been pickled in liquor.

Su Yun enthusiastically hugged the professor, pounding his back hard, making a thumping sound.

How did you get so fat! You've been doing well lately. Su Yun laughed.

Oh my goodness, don't even mention it—every day I open my eyes to eat and drink, then close them to sleep. Professor Rudolf Wagner said.

Living in a drunken dream, nothing could be better. Seeing the professor especially liked this, Zheng Ren didn't even bring up going to see the professor again in Di Du. The world keeps turning without anyone; even without the professor, the Medical Team runs as usual.

Fugui'er, you surely aren't drinking every day lately, are you? Su Yun asked.

Definitely not; I've been giving lectures around the world. After decades, this is the first time a clinical technique has won the Nobel Prize, and my lecture invitations are already booked for over a year. Professor Rudolf Wagner laughed.

Tsk tsk, impressive. Su Yun said, not entirely sincerely.

At first I'd hem and haw on stage, stumbling through a couple sentences; now I'm very smooth—I can talk for twenty minutes without notes. Professor said enthusiastically, "If I were to talk nonsense, I could go on for hours. If someone asks a question, I can't be bothered to elaborate; I'll just give them the hand feel."

Ha! Su Yun laughed loudly.

This hand feel thing can only be understood, not explained; if you can't learn it, it's due to insufficient talent, and mentioning it is enough to scare people.

Besides you, Boss and Yun Ge'er, who else knows that? Professor Rudolf Wagner said proudly, "Of course, only I do!"

Zheng Ren smiled; Gao Shaojie had already reached the threshold of hand feel, Lin Yuan… seemed still a bit short, after all her foundation can't compare to old Gao's. However, Lin Yuan's advantage lies in her youth—the new wave pushes the old.

Boss, what have you been up to lately? Professor Rudolf Wagner asked.

Treating a child with cancer, you've seen that. Besides that, there's the robotic arm Shou Bing, here. Zheng Ren turned his notebook to an angle, making it play at normal speed for Professor Rudolf Wagner to see.

After a few glances, the professor looked somewhat surprised, then his eyes went wide as he stared blankly at the screen.

Boss, your Shou Bing level has declined…… no, no, there must be some other problem. The professor had wanted to say Boss, your Shou Bing level is declining rapidly, but he quickly corrected himself.

It's not because your network latency is too severe over there. Su Yun said unhappily, "With network latency over 100ms, I don't even want to play games, let alone do Shou Bing."

Oh my god! Boss, Yun Ge'er, you're not just doing this for the sake of it, are you? What's it called? Showing off! In normal mode there's nothing left to challenge, so you start showing off in hell mode! Professor shouted, "Being able to do Shou Bing with 100ms latency, and those who haven't done it are bald and wielding a stick—absolutely awesome!"

Zheng Ren stared for a moment, then realized he hadn't said the phrase 'just for the sake of it' in years.

Not intentional." Zheng Ren said, "We also didn't dare to perform it directly on patients; we used a 3D-printed simulacrum. Video transmission, Professor Yang on the 912 side, who's collaborating with us on the liver cancer resection project, performed the Shou Bing from home.

Awesome! Professor Rudolf Wagner called for two bottles of whiskey.

Yun Ge'er, today we won't return until we're drunk!

Su Yun pursed his lips; he knew the professor's drinking capacity all too well. For the professor, staying out until drunk is easy; as for himself… Chang Yue isn't absent, is he? Wanting to get himself drunk is simply impossible!

After pouring two glasses of whiskey, Su Yun gulped one down, habitually glanced at the bottom of the professor's cup, and asked, "Fugui'er, what are you preparing to say for the award acceptance speech?"

Professor Rudolf Wagner took a sip of wine, still savoring the whiskey's simplicity and purity; hearing Su Yun's question, a mouthful of wine vapor rose up and he let out a belch.

What the heck? Me go up and speak? What would I say! Professor Rudolf Wagner's eyes nearly popped out in surprise.

Doomed, you're not pointing at me, are you? Su Yun shrugged, "I've made up my mind to sit downstairs and watch the show."

It's fine, just say a couple sentences—thanks to heaven, thanks to earth, thanks to CCTV, that'll do. Zheng Ren laughed, "It's just an acceptance speech; no need to make it earth-shattering."

Take a look at Mr. Mo Yan. Su Yun continued to tease Zheng Ren.

He's into literary creation; otherwise I'd just do a Shou Bing on stage right now—that's more my forte. Zheng Ren smiled.

The three of them idled away, chatting and laughing randomly, time passed, and the whiskey in the bottle gradually ran low.

Professor Rudolf Wagner was getting tipsy from the drink, while Su Yun was as usual, and together with Zheng Renxian they saw the professor back home.

Snowflakes drifted down the streets of Stockholm; Su Yun suddenly asked, "I remember last year when I celebrated Yi Ren's birthday, it also seemed to be snowing, and Fugui'er even brought his violin along. Time flies— a year has just passed like that."

Yes, back then we were still in Hai Cheng; this year, we're in Stockholm.

Boss, let me have a look at that little ornament you gave Yi Ren. Su Yun asked curiously.

That wouldn't be right, it's for Yi Ren. If you want one, I'll buy you one when we get back.

Lovestruck and friendless, Yi Ren is custom-made, for me it's just a purchase. Su Yun laughed loudly, "Speaking of the Shou Bing when we get back, do you have it figured out?"

The topic shifted extremely quickly, but Zheng Ren had long grown accustomed to this pace; hearing about Xiao Shitou's Shou Bing, he also felt some worry, "Doing a sequential lung transplant under ECMO isn't that difficult; mainly it depends on whether Xiao Shitou can pull through."

That kid's vitality is truly tenacious, but if he doesn't make it, are you really preparing to personally remove his tube? I'll say it first—I won't go. Maybe I'll send a wreath to the memorial, but don't count on me for any rescue efforts; I'm soft-hearted. Su Yun said in a very serious tone.

I'll handle the entire procedure myself." Zheng Ren said, "I've thought about it; since Xiao Shitou made the request, when there's no hope in sight, I'll terminate the machine-sustained vital signs. That would be meaningless; I hope we don't have to reach that point.

This topic was heavy; the two walked toward the inn, their feet landing in the snow, making a creaking sound that echoed in the silent street.