Chapter 622: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren glanced at the number, it was a mess, he didn't recognize it, and hung up directly.

"Yo, the harassment call came so fast?" Su Yun laughed, looking at her phone, her fingers almost leaving afterimages as she flipped through various messages.

What a coincidence, Zheng Renye was also helpless.

The phone was very slow, there were too many messages, WeChat couldn't be opened at all.

Slow as an old ox, the phone would crash at any moment.

After a dozen seconds, the phone rang again; Zheng Ren glanced and it was still that strange number. He hung up again, but the LCD touchscreen had already become slow to a certain extent, with delayed response.

The ringing continued nonstop; Su Yun leaned over and glanced, sneering, "Boss, didn't you check whose number it was?"

"Huh?"

"It's from Germany, definitely Fugui'er." Su Yun said.

"……" Zheng Ren then noticed that the address information slowly appearing under the strange number was Germany.

Sweat...

He tapped to answer, but the phone had no response.

Zheng Renye was also helpless, could only wait quietly.

"Boss, Fugui'er might want to talk to you about a thirty-million-dollar donation, yet you're using a thousand-yuan phone and hung up without hesitation—doesn't that feel especially absurd?" Su Yun teased, asking.

Zheng Ren didn't mind; he just wanted the phone to work soon, then contact Xie Yiren.

He hesitated, wondering whether to call first or check the messages first.

The phone lagged for a full minute before Zheng Ren could open Xie Yiren's WeChat avatar.

Before he could see the WeChat content, that strange number called again.

Could it really be Fugui'er? Zheng Ren somewhat believed it, and directly answered the call.

"Hey hey, boss, is it you? Can you hear me speaking?" Professor Rudolf Wagner's voice came from the phone, as if he were leaning against Zheng Ren's ear shouting.

Zheng Ren furrowed his brow, moved the phone a bit away, and said, "Fugui'er, it's me."

"Boss! You finally showed up!" Professor Rudolf Wagner was extremely excited, almost crying with joy.

Zheng Ren wished, deep down, that the person speaking on the other end were Xie Yiren, not Professor Rudolf Wagner.

Slightly irritated, Zheng Ren's voice turned a bit harsh: "Get to the point."

"Boss, I really miss you, come to my little place..." The professor's words were only half out when Zheng Ren hung up and immediately dialed Xie Yiren.

The ringback tone sounded, and a few seconds later Xie Yiren answered the call.

In an instant, Zheng Ren felt as if he were taking an emergency call, his heart rate jumping straight to 150.

"Yiren..." Zheng Ren uttered only a name and then lost his voice. In an instant, his mind went blank; all the sweet nothings he had imagined in idle moments vanished like smoke, and he couldn't recall a single word.

"Zheng Ren, you're out!" Xie Yiren was also very excited, her voice loud enough that Director Kong couldn't help but laugh.

"Sounds like you're talking about getting out of prison, yet you're out." Director Kong muttered softly.

But Zheng Ren didn't hear Director Kong's words; his world held only Xie Yiren.

Both fell silent at the same time, only the sound of heavy breathing coming through the phone's earpiece.

"You..."

"You..."

After a few seconds, both spoke at the same time, but then both stopped.

From the phone, the "beep beep beep" sound kept ringing, making Zheng Ren a bit irritable.

The professor was simply too annoying; disturbing him at this moment was practically unforgivable!

"I'm in Di Du, and there's Chang Yue; the work procedures are already done. When are you coming back? I'll come pick you up." Xie Yiren composed herself and said gently.

Zheng Ren glanced at Director Kong and asked, "Director Kong, when is our flight?"

"Three fifteen."

"Yiren, my flight here is at three fifteen."

"Hmm, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you." Xie Yiren's obvious lack of intellect even led her to ask Zheng Ren about dinner.

"Hehe." Zheng Ren was like a fool, not knowing what to say, just laughing foolishly.

Su Yun's disdainful gaze shot through the black hair in front of her forehead.

The "beep beep beep" of the missed call kept sounding, reminding Zheng Ren just how anxious the professor was.

Zheng Ren ignored the professor's call, and he and Xie Yiren chatted on the phone for over ten minutes, until Xie Yiren realized there wasn't enough time to prepare dinner and pick him up, whereupon she reluctantly hung up.

The instant the call ended, the professor's phone rang again.

Zheng Ren sighed and picked up the phone.

Before the professor could say anything, Zheng Ren immediately said in a low voice, "Fugui'er, speak quickly if you have something; I'm about to board the plane."

"Really, having the opposite sex but no humanity." Su Yun's words floated over lightly.

"Boss, that thing, I botched the surgery." Professor Rudolf Wagner, hearing a hint of something off in Zheng Ren's tone, didn't beat around the bush and said directly.

"Surgery?"

"I botched the prostate interventional embolization procedure on Dr. Mei Ha'er..." The professor's despondent voice came through.

"So it's botched; who can guarantee a hundred percent success in surgery?" Zheng Ren replied offhandedly.

"Boss! It's not like that!" Professor Rudolf Wagner nearly shouted: "The Nobel Prize in Medicine—if the surgery fails, the Nobel Prize is gone!"

His voice was so loud that Director Kong, sitting beside Zheng Ren, heard it crystal clear.

Instantly, Director Kong's expression turned solemn.

During this period, Director Kong, with the help of the relevant departments, gained a corresponding understanding of this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine progress.

Professor Rudolf Wagner, on that side, had by January 31 successfully obtained Dr. Mei Ha'er's recommendation for his new TIPS Surgery technique treating late-stage liver cirrhosis with portal hypertension and ascites, and entered the Nobel Prize in Medicine review.

Zheng Ren can now be said to be a Nobel Prize candidate.

There are many candidates, but the distance to winning the Nobel Prize is still a hundred and eight thousand li.

Although Zheng Ren doesn't care, he is thinking about how to teach others to do TIPS surgery. Even if he is incredibly skilled, working alone, doing surgery 24 hours a day, the number of surgeries he could complete in a year would still be at most 1,800.

For the huge population of hepatitis B patients in China, it's merely a drop in the bucket.

But winning the Nobel Prize means nothing to Zheng Ren…… Well, if speaking from the perspective of personal honor, it does have meaning.

Now is not several decades ago, and even the situation from a dozen years ago is completely different.

Back then, in the early days of the founding of the country, artificial synthesis of insulin was absolutely a Nobel Prize–caliber achievement. At that time, despite mobilizing the whole nation's strength, they still could not overcome malicious slander.

Teacher Tu Youyou, her Nobel Prize–caliber achievement also only after several decades did she truly receive this honor.

And now, like an Olympic champion, the country no longer needs this kind of honor to unite people's hearts.

Of course, being able to win it is certainly the best.

But it is not that urgent.

From both a personal and a national perspective, there is no urgency, and Zheng Ren also does not care much about the Nobel Prize.

Doing surgery is more in line with his worldview.