Chapter 620: with translation of chapter title

611 Zheng Ren, you know? (Part 2) (Alliance Leader Oolong Tieguanyin extra chapter 5)

Looking at the young Wang Zong, his feelings carried a hint of unwillingness to lose, Xie Ning merely smiled and didn't say anything.

Someone with higher talent than you, who works harder than you—how can this gap be closed?

Although Xie Ning didn't know that Zheng Ren had the Big Pig Trotter Consecration…

However, there's no need to spell this out; even Zheng Ren understands this principle, let alone someone like Xie Ning who has struggled through the mundane world.

While they were chatting, Director Pan's phone rang.

He moved the phone away, squinted at it, then gave a bitter smile.

"Old Pan, who is it?" Xie Ning saw Director Pan's strange expression and became a little curious.

"Fugui'er." Director Pan sighed and answered the phone.

"Hey, Fugui'er."

"No news yet, just wait."

"Handle the application yourself; if you can't even get the application through, do you still want to win the Nobel Prize?"

"Zheng Ren doesn't have time on this end… I don't have time either."

"Alright, I'm eating, hanging up."

Director Pan hung up the phone, helplessly watching Chang Yue, who was filming a short video with Chu Yanran, Chu Yan zhi, and Xie Yiren, and shook his head.

"Fugui'er? Is that the German professor?" Xie Ning asked.

"Yeah. Chang Yue taught him Chinese, gave him a Northeastern accent, and even gave him this name, which sounds funny when spoken." Director Pan took a sip of wine, suppressing the coarse grain flavor coming from Professor Rudolf Wagner's phone.

"Aren't you supposed to be back at Germany's Heidelberg University? What does he want?" Xie Ning had a drink with Director Pan and asked.

"It's not that he's looking for me; if it weren't for Zheng Ren, Fugui'er wouldn't even remember that I exist in Hai Cheng." Director Pan said, "These days, Fugui'er has been searching for Zheng Ren like a madman, calling one after another, and finally this bunch pushed everything onto me."

"Oh?" Xie Ning didn't know much about the professor, but suddenly became interested, "What does he want Zheng Ren to do?"

"To perform surgery on a judge for the Nobel Prize in Medicine, it's said… who is it again?" Director Pan asked.

"Doctor Mehari from the Karolinska Institute of Medical Surgery in Stockholm." Wang Zong said.

"Yeah, that's him. It's said that Doctor Mehari carries great weight among the Nobel judges; to win the prize, one must have his support."

Xie Ning fell silent.

Regarding the Nobel Prize in Medicine, the materials did mention it, but Xie Ning didn't take it seriously. Yet hearing Director Pan's words, could this actually be true?

"Doctor Mehari has severe benign prostatic hyperplasia, relies on a urinary catheter, and each catheter change is especially painful. If this continues, he'll need a bladder cystostomy."

"But his health is poor, he's old, and a bladder cystostomy could also cause irreversible harm to his body." Director Pan said, "Well, Fugui'er wants to perform a prostate arterial embolization on Doctor Mehari, but it's a major matter; he doesn't have full confidence, so he's thinking of asking Zheng Ren to do it."

"Does Zheng Ren have full confidence?" Xie Ning asked in a low voice.

"If he can't do it, no one can." Director Pan's expression carried a hint of pride.

"After all, when one's own child achieves something, of course you brag about it, especially at the dinner table."

But Director Pan found that he wanted to brag… but couldn't bring himself to do it.

Zheng Ren has already reached the limit he imagined for himself, and even exceeded it.

These words are all true, just speaking frankly. But merely speaking the truth makes one feel somewhat incredulous, unconsciously holding back.

Xie Ning pondered the implications of the words, inside and out, and ended up astonished.

"Director, is that Fugui'er's call?" After countless failures, the short video recording on that side finally succeeded. Everyone was very satisfied, a bunch of girls huddled together, laughing and watching.

On this side, now free, Chang Yue loudly asked.

"Yeah, he asked me where Zheng Ren is." Director Pan said.

"Fugui'er sent me a WeChat message saying he wants to come back to find Zheng Ren, and if he can't find him, he won't go back." Chang Yue said, holding up her phone.

"Let him get lost; even if he comes to Hai Cheng, he won't be able to find him." Director Pan laughed and scolded.

As for Professor Rudolf Wagner, Director Pan still likes him. At the very least, after the professor arrived in Hai Cheng, he was well-behaved, had no temper at all, and spoke with a Northeastern accent full of coarse grain flavor—how could one not like him?

"Then I'll just reply like that." Chang Yue said with a cheerful laugh.

"Fugui'er, is he the lifelong honorary professor of the Interventional Medicine Discipline at Heidelberg University Medical Center?" Xie Ning asked.

"Yeah." Director Pan said, "You know?"

"It's not that I recently went abroad for fun; I also inspected a few projects on the side. I've been to Heidelberg University Medical Center once. I also have an impression of Professor Rudolf Wagner's great name."

"Oh? Are you getting into bioengineering?" Director Pan asked seriously.

"Just taking a look around; many fields still have gaps between domestic and international. Let's see what technology we can buy back to study, just, just for fun." Xie Ning laughed.

"If you're genuinely interested, you can ask Fugui'er to help make contact." Director Pan said.

Xie Ning also knew that with a Caucasian intermediary, the purchased technology could be a bit more lenient.

As for the price, we won't mention it. Those who can go out to buy technology aren't short of money.

"Is the professor's relationship with Zheng Ren good?"

"Not really." Chang Yue, happily playing, sat back down and just happened to hear Xie Ning ask that, so she interjected: "I heard Fugui'er say that when Chief Zheng taught him surgery, he used the hemostatic forceps to strike the radial styloid, almost breaking the bone."

……

"Fugui'er calls Chief Zheng 'Boss,' and I think that's more sincere than Su Yun. If we're talking about relationship, wouldn't a superior-subordinate relationship be more appropriate?" Chang Yue said, took a big gulp of juice, and was called away to record the next short video.

Xie Ning's face still bore its usual unchanging smile, but his inner emotions had nothing to do with his facial expression.

"This convenient son-in-law looks promising, actually better than I imagined."

"Ability is just ability; besides, we're not looking for a subordinate or an errand runner. When looking for a son-in-law, ability comes second."

"What matters is character. Is the Xie family short of money? No matter how much money, if Xie Yiren is unhappy, it's meaningless."

"Many families allied by marriage appear harmonious on the surface, but behind the scenes each does their own thing; this is also quite common."

"In Xie Ning's plans for Xie Yiren's future, the option of a marriage alliance simply doesn't exist."

"Old Pan, you've found a great inpatient chief." Xie Ning had many thoughts in his heart, but the words he spoke were something else.

"Young people, give them an opportunity and they can take off. I'm just lending a hand; afterward it's still up to them." Director Pan wasn't polite either, laughing as he clinked glasses with Xie Ning and drained it in one gulp.