Chapter 631

Zheng Ren ignored Su Yun's shifting mood, replayed the Shou Bing procedure in his mind, and felt a surge of emotion.

He had poured a lot of time into Surgical Training, and it still paid off; though his earlier judgment had been off, looking back now this kind of Shou Bing really isn't hard.

Yes, it's not difficult; even vascular intervention specialists at the Stockholm Karolinska Medical Surgical Research Institute can't do it.

For Zheng Ren, it still wasn't difficult.

Looking through the glass at the countless tubes on Mei Ha'er's body, the extracorporeal membrane oxygenation bearing normal cardiopulmonary function, reducing bodily load, Zheng Ren felt a slight shift in his mood.

Like this, is it really meaningful?

Su Yun's graduate-era heart transplant is the most fundamental solution to this problem; hearts, lungs, livers—indeed any organ—can be transplanted.

But what about the brain?

Humans still cannot escape the laws of nature.

Life is a journey; being able to get through a day is a gain, so let's not dwell on such deep philosophical questions and instead focus on studying Shou Bing.

Zheng Ren felt a bit pressured in his heart.

Although my IQ isn't low, for this ultimate question, if humans were left only with brainwaves after shedding the fleshly body, would they still be considered human? I can't figure it out.

It's an urgent matter, yet he only worries about the immediate.

While he was absentmindedly thinking, Professor Rudolf Wagner came back angrily.

"Did someone talk back to you?" Su Yun asked with a smile.

"I said the boss could do it, but they didn't believe me." the professor said.

"Let's go, take me to have a look." Su Yun stood up, blew a breath, his black hair in front of his forehead fluttering, handsome as hell.

"Yun Ge'er, you..." the professor frowned, thinking he himself couldn't do it, and Su Yun definitely couldn't either.

Su Yun revealed his signature mocking smile, looking at the professor.

"Boss..." the professor wanted to say something but stopped.

"Old whatever boss, look at your cowardly appearance." Su Yun said contemptuously, "You can't even handle such a small matter—let's go, take me."

Professor Rudolf Wagner was stunned for a moment, then didn't move.

"Do you still want Shou Bing?" Su Yun looked at the professor contemptuously, patted his shoulder, and said: "I tell you, earlier in the car, the boss said you had connections, could persuade Mei Ha'er's family to allow Shou Bing. Look, the boss was wrong after all."

The professor's face flushed red, his hands clenched into fists, trembling slightly.

"Yun Ge'er, if you go, what will you do?" the professor asked.

"Of course it's to give them a good scolding, then buy a ticket and leave." Su Yun smirked, "Whether it's the boss or me, we don't have a license for cardiac interventional surgery; in Sweden it's called that, right? The possibility of doing Shou Bing was already slim, I just can't swallow this anger. Are they after qualifications, or do they want to save people?"

"..."

"Hurry up, take me. They brought me and the boss all the way here for nothing, then they want to go back. I tell you, Fugui'er, if he just leaves like that, I won't say whether I'm happy or not—guess if the boss will be happy." Su Yun grabbed Professor Rudolf Wagner's arm and was about to walk out.

"Yun Ge'er, what the heck is this?" the professor exclaimed, blurting out in Northeastern dialect.

"How many times have I told you to scold them? The boss said he could do Shou Bing. Watching people die helplessly without saying anything makes me feel uncomfortable." Su Yun grabbed the professor's arm and was about to walk out.

Professor Rudolf Wagner wavered again.

Originally, when he was about to leave, he was still firm. But after mustering courage to wake Mei Ha'er's wife, when she asked who would perform Shou Bing, the professor became vague.

He briefly said it, and the professor felt as if he were sleepwalking.

"The boss has never done heart Shou Bing—just saying 'interventional surgery' are they all the same? Is that enough?"

Definitely not enough.

Thus, Professor Rudolf Wagner returned, dejected.

Zheng Ren could sense the professor's hesitation; he smiled and said, "Su Yun, stop messing around, this is a ward."

"Huh? You're doing good deeds here." Su Yun said: "Boss, I'm telling you, it's just that the professor doesn't believe you."

"He hasn't seen me perform cardiac interventional surgery, so he shouldn't just believe me outright." Zheng Ren smiled and said: "Right, Fugui'er?"

Professor Rudolf Wagner broke out in a sweat, embarrassed.

"Hmm, it's fine. I just looked at the images again; the success rate of Shou Bing is high. If you ask for exact numbers, that definitely isn't available. But improving cardiac circulation via rotational ablation is no problem." Zheng Ren sat in the chair, speaking gently.

Seeing Zheng Ren's smile, the professor felt much more at ease.

"Shou Bing is fine; although the situation looks bad, there's still an opportunity." Zheng Ren said: "It's not early either, Fugui'er, you and Su Yun go ask again."

One thing is certain: if Shou Bing can be done, it won't disappoint you. If it can be done, we'll prepare to start; if not allowed, I and Su Yun will prepare to go back.

Zheng Ren's words were simple and calm.

But the more this happened, the more uncomfortable the professor felt, feeling that his earlier hesitation was a huge mistake.

"Boss, I was wrong, I'll try again." After saying that, the professor broke free from Su Yun's hand and ran off quickly.

Su Yun gave a hehe laugh, and didn't go after him.

Zheng Ren ignored those two guys; if Shou Bing couldn't be done, he'd just turn and leave—no big deal.

In less than ten hours, he could see Xie Yiren. Being with Xiao Yi Ren is definitely better than squatting in Stockholm.

Anyway, Shou Bing isn't something you can just say you'll do and make happen; although there's a slight regret, Zheng Ren can accept this kind of thing.

Not to mention Stockholm; even in Hai Cheng, many Shou Bing he could do, but the patients' families don't trust him, and there's little he can do.

What Zheng Ren is curious about is when this guy Su Yun learned Swedish. Why would he learn such an obscure language? Could it be that he started eyeing the Nobel Prize in Medicine during his graduate studies?

It's probably like that; otherwise, learning Swedish would be just pure boredom.

He really is a child with lofty ambitions," Zheng Ren smiled.

The specifics don't concern me.

Human relations and worldly affairs are just like that. Without solid skills, one ends up merely a middleman.

The young doctors in the observation room looked at this black-haired guy with strange gazes; he sat in the chair, propping his cheek as if thinking about something.

However, those who can come here are prominent figures in the medical field—not people that a bunch of junior doctors can afford to offend.

No one would be so blind as to provoke Zheng Ren.

Kept watching Professor Rudolf Wagner's figure hurriedly disappear around the corner, only then did Su Yun, with a smile, return to Zheng Ren's side, wearing an expression that said "I've seen through your little tricks."