Chapter 623: 614 Pretension, Not Put On

614 Pretension, Not Put On

The professor wailed on the phone, almost in a sobbing tone, recounting the whole ordeal.

After returning to Heidelberg, he performed about twenty prostate interventional embolization procedures, with a success rate of only 70%.

Under normal circumstances, this is already a very high success rate.

But the professor's ultimate goal was to face Dr. Mei Ha'er, and he had to raise the surgery success rate to 100%.

Unfortunately, Zheng Ren had vanished from the human world, and Su Yun vanished with him.

Professor Rudolf Wagner wanted to find someone to discuss where the problem lay, but he couldn't find anyone.

But even if he could find someone, Zheng Ren couldn't resolve the professor's confusion. To raise the surgery success rate to 100%, one would have to leap from grandmaster level to master level.

The gap between them was enormous. Under Zheng Ren's hemostatic forceps, the professor managed to advance, but wanting to advance again in a short time…

The professor was still far off.

Repeated attempts to contact Zheng Ren yielded no news, so Professor Rudolf Wagner could only accumulate surgical experience bit by bit and, following procedure, apply for this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine.

Applying posed little difficulty for Professor Rudolf Wagner.

Although Zheng Ren was the primary applicant, the professor endured some difficulties. But his natural temperament was not as gentle as he showed in Hai Cheng; he guarded his territory like a lion.

After Christmas, the Nobel Prize in Medicine for the new year was applied for, and Dr. Mei Ha'er's condition worsened. Adding his severe coronary heart disease, the flame of his life was gradually dying out.

Removing the catheter and departing with dignity was Dr. Mei Ha'er's wish. Simple in concept, yet hard to achieve.

After several rounds of negotiation, Professor Rudolf Wagner reluctantly accepted Dr. Mei Ha'er's invitation and went to Stockholm to perform an operation on him.

In fact, the little demon in the professor's heart kept telling him he could do the surgery himself. If he could complete it independently, he might consider kicking Zheng Ren aside to claim the Nobel Prize in Medicine for himself, rather than sharing it as a co‑applicant.

This was undoubtedly a great temptation.

Already at grandmaster level, Professor Rudolf Wagner ultimately chose to complete the surgery alone.

Perhaps it was due to excessive tension, perhaps Dr. Mei Ha'er's condition was too severe, perhaps it was bad luck—whatever the cause, the professor's surgery failed.

The failed surgery and Dr. Mei Ha'er's cold stare made the professor realize the huge chasm between his own surgical skill and Zheng Ren's—it looked close, but was actually unbridgeable.

After summing up and reflecting, the professor knelt down.

But the Nobel Prize still had to be fought for.

The professor later went to Hai Cheng, but really didn't see Zheng Ren. Asking Chang Yue and the others, nobody knew where Zheng Ren was or what he was doing.

Leaving with his head down and discouraged, the professor had to dial that number countless times each day, each attempt leaving him disappointed.

But today… the weather is really nice!

Boss Zheng actually answered the phone!

Although from the tone the boss seemed a bit unhappy, Professor Rudolf Wagner couldn't worry about that.

Heaven and earth are vast, but the Nobel Prize is greatest.

The professor muttered to himself, and he had to book a ticket for Zheng Ren—fly to Stockholm right now, immediately, at once!

Zheng Ren cursed in his heart, 'MMP'.

He had some interest in the Nobel Prize, but to say he was very interested would be uncertain.

Looking at the yearly peace prize laureates, Zheng Ren felt a bit bored.

If someone helped with the paperwork, without having to look at those unpleasant faces—for example, if Professor Rudolf Wagner handled those steps—Zheng Ren wouldn't mind pocketing a Nobel Prize along the way.

After all, this is proof of one's standing in the jianghu.

Well, jianghu status is just that.

But if Zheng Ren had to run around himself, wasting countless hours, he certainly wouldn't do it.

Isn't this nonsense? As a doctor, his duty is to heal and save lives.

The professor's wailing didn't move Zheng Ren in the slightest.

After a few perfunctory words, Zheng Ren grew impatient and hung up.

"Yo, Boss, not bad." Su Yun turned to look at Zheng Ren with a teasing expression.

"Nonsense."

"You don't care about the Nobel Prize—is your pretentiousness too high?"

"Pretentiousness is earned, not put on." Zheng Ren said lightly, then ignored Su Yun and asked Director Kong: "Director Kong, is the new surgical research center temporarily located in our ward?"

"Just register the name first; the land is being approved, the rest…" Director Kong glanced at Zheng Ren, gave a helpless smile, and said, "Boss Zheng, if you could win the Nobel Prize, things would probably go more smoothly."

Zheng Ren was also troubled; Director Kong's ward already had several team‑leading professors, it was full. Even if he squeezed in, the lofty name would be TIPS surgery research center—in reality, just another team‑leading professor.

Well, for Zheng Ren, it really is just that.

Why not give it a try?

Forget it; just having come out, I'd better fly back to see Xiao Yi Ren first.

Other,

nothing is important.

The car arrived at the airport, and several black Red Flag sedans were already waiting in the designated area.

Director Kong got out, tidied his clothes, and almost marched in step to the black Red Flag car.

A middle‑aged man stepped out with a faint smile and shook hands with Director Kong.

This person Zheng Ren knew; they had interacted a few times over the past few months.

He is the leader's secretary, responsible for daily life, medical, and living affairs.

After greeting Director Kong, the middle‑aged man approached Zheng Ren, extended both hands, and said, "Comrade Zheng Ren, I represent the leadership in fulfilling this for you."

Their four hands clasped; Zheng Ren merely smiled, saying nothing.

"Comrade Zheng Ren, thank you for your efforts; may you have a safe journey." The middle‑aged man's voice was gentle yet carried a faint authority.

"Thank you, leadership, thank you for your concern." Zheng Ren strained for a while before managing to utter those words.

Having interacted a few times, the middle-aged man understood Zheng Ren's temperament; being able to say that much was already quite good.

Having sent Zheng Ren and others into the airport, the middle-aged person slowly walked out.

He raised his head and glanced at the sky; the sunshine was bright, a bit dazzling.

Today there were many matters; Shou Bing succeeded, and the Leader, over these past few days, seemed to have grown twenty years younger, meeting many people in succession.

Some of them were related to Zheng Ren.

As the Leader said, medical workers have already taken the lead, but the weapons they use are not handy. We have suffered such losses before; from now on we must definitely not allow it.

The driver stood straight beside the Red Flag sedan, opened the door, the middle-aged person got in, and the vehicle slowly drove out of the airport zone.

"I am Secretary Ge, here to pick up your chairman." In the Red Flag sedan, the middle-aged person had already started work.

"Leader's directive: quickly acquire a stake in Longwind Micro-creation. Also, how far have the negotiations with Cypress Prosper International proceeded?"