Chapter 488: 480 The 'Papapa' Sound in the Operating Room (Part 2)

"Yes, here, continue, gently." Zheng Ren looked at the image on the screen, guiding Professor Rudolf Wagner's next move.

"Good, very good." Zheng Ren praised.

"Slowly, slowly..."

"Pop!"

"I told you to go slow, didn't you hear!"

"That's right, move your wrist angle a bit."

Xiao Aolifu looked as if watching a splendid yet unimaginable opera, seeing Professor Rudolf Wagner standing on the operating table, transformed into a German Shepherd, being trained.

The popping sounds continued, making Xiao Aolifu feel pain just listening.

But that man, once lion-like, was now obedient and meek like a silent lamb, merely keeping his head down and doing the surgery, not daring to talk back.

Could the professor actually like this? A strange thought popped into Xiao Aolifu's mind, then he tossed it to the clouds.

Impossible! You must never have that thought, or else if you don't want to slip one day and face the professor's wrath.

"Good, very good!" Zheng Ren's praise would occasionally appear, but most of the sound was still the "pop-pop-pop" of the hemostatic forceps striking the professor's wrist radial styloid.

In between, Xiao Aolifu wiped the professor's sweat.

Half an hour later, Professor Rudolf Wagner finally completed the embolization of a branch of the capillary network.

After angiography, seeing the capillary network image vanish completely, Professor Rudolf Wagner let out a loud shout and raised his fist.

"What the hell are you yelling for! Continue!" Zheng Ren said coldly.

"Boss, did I do it? Really I did it!" Professor Rudolf Wagner still couldn't believe it.

"Yes, rest assured." Zheng Ren said: "There are three more sets of capillary networks, keep it up."

"Got it!" the professor replied crisply.

Some things are like window paper; once pierced, they're actually nothing.

In the sound of the hemostatic forceps striking the radial styloid "pop-pop-pop", the professor grew rapidly, exceeding his expectations.

Zheng Ren could feel the professor's change in this surgery.

Probably he had advanced to master level, advancing during surgery, similar to leveling up in webnovel battles.

The professor had good talent, and Zheng Ren was also very satisfied.

Afterwards, the popping sounds continued, but their frequency dwindled.

The surgery also went smoothly; the third set of capillary networks was embolized in half an hour.

Watching the capillary network disappear, Professor Rudolf Wagner felt pleased but dared not celebrate. The boss was simply too conservative; the operating room atmosphere was oppressive, like... though he only dared to mutter that to himself.

"Boss, you must be tired, why don't you go rest?" After completing the embolization of the third capillary network set, the professor said.

"Oh? You feel about done?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Hmm, I can already sense your surgical approach, Boss. Although the technique still has flaws, performing this surgery seems fine." Professor Rudolf Wagner's words were full of pride and bravado.

"Alright, then Xibaobao'er will be the assistant." Zheng Ren turned, stepped down, removed his sterile gloves, and walked out of the operating area.

"You're capable, Boss." Su Yun didn't know when he had come to the outer operation room, lazily sitting in a chair with legs crossed.

"Huh? What's up?"

"Training Fugui'er is like training a dog. Do you know Fugui'er's status in the European medical community?" Su Yun said directly, not fearing the professor's displeasure.

Well, if it really doesn't work, let's go drink! Whoever passes out is a coward!

As long as the opponent isn't Chang Yue, Su Yun has never been afraid.

"Still okay, it's Fugui'er's own request." Zheng Ren smiled and said.

"Next time we should give you a ruler, then disinfect it and put it in a sterile pack." Su Yun joked: "Hitting with a ruler feels especially rewarding."

"Feel nothing at all."

"Boss, do you know why Fugui'er came all this way to learn prostate surgery here?" Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren's eyes and asked.

"Probably some big shot wants a similar procedure." Zheng Ren said.

"If I said you're not stupid." Su Yun habitually began to jab Zheng Ren: "Let me tell you, it's Doctor Mehari who needs it, do you know Doctor Mehari?"

"I don't know."

"For the Nobel Prize in Medicine and Biology, Doctor Mehari's speaking weight basically accounts for forty percent."

"Oh, that's great. If Fugui'er finishes the surgery for the doctor, does that count as successful flattery? Then next year we could see Fugui'er on stage accepting the Nobel Prize."

"..." Su Yun puzzled, looking at Zheng Ren.

Zheng Renze then looked at Professor Rudolf Wagner's surgery through leaded glass.

"You're not truly stupid, are you a holy mother?" Su Yun suddenly said.

"Who are you scolding?" Zheng Ren saw the professor start to overstep, lowered his head to look at the screen in the operation room, and retorted: "A few days ago, I recall someone saying they wanted to guard all private property. If you want to go, you discuss it with the professor."

"Boss, does this count as authorization?"

"Of course, I have no interest in any interpersonal interaction." Zheng Ren firmly said: "You handle things, I'm very reassured."

"All right!" Su Yun jumped up from his chair, excitedly punched Zheng Ren: "Boss, I inquired a bit. A Russian professor said the Mayo Clinic improved the TIPS procedure, reducing puncture numbers to three or fewer. He said this is this year... no, next year's hot topic for the medical prize."

"Oh, so that's why you came? You and Fugui'er go handle it. TIPS surgery, if you want to learn, I can teach you."

"No interest at all, I'm just your agent." Su Yun shook his head: "I'm a thoracic surgeon; I want to conquer the Nobel Prize with my own surgery!"

"Ambitious." Zheng Ren offhandedly conceded, having zero interest in any Nobel Prize.

Su Yun stood behind Zheng Ren, looking at his back, also somewhat confused.

Speaking frankly, Su Yun didn't accept Zheng Ren's reasoning. Disdainful of fame and profit, can one really reach this extent?

Or perhaps he has social anxiety?

As soon as that thought arose, it instantly expanded, and Su Yun's eyes lit up.

Exactly, social anxiety! The boss is still of the severe type, unwilling to even vie for such an honor as the Nobel Prize.

Zheng Ren didn't know what Su Yun was thinking; if he did, he'd probably kick Su Yun out with one kick.

"Fugui'er, your hand shape is wrong, wrist angle, remember the angle! Don't use brute force, it's useless, watch out for the Blood Vessel!"

Zheng Ren pressed the intercom, guiding Professor Rudolf Wagner's Shou Bing from outside.

Rudolf Wagner accepted it quickly; each segment of the Capillary network's embolization kept progressing, Super-selective went smoothly, and the time was shortened.

Finally, the last two groups of the Capillary network embolization were completed, and the patient felt no pain or discomfort whatsoever.

Hmm, he felt lying down a bit tired; besides that, he felt no other Uncomfortable.