Chapter 639: with translation of chapter title

After a while of chatting, after Zheng Ren finished the X-ray, the professor took him to the Stockholm Riverside Radisson Hotel.

This place is relatively close to Stockholm's old town, and the professor specially gave Zheng Ren some introductions.

But Zheng Ren simply doesn't have an artistic temperament.

As for the old town, he has no interest whatsoever in those buildings steeped in historical dust and the marks of time. Not at all, really, none.

After checking in, Zheng Ren took a shower, chatted a few lines on WeChat with Xie Yiren, and then went straight to sleep.

That day, he'd been through enough trouble.

From southern China to Di Du, then flying to Northern Europe, and even undergoing brand‑new surgical training……

However, performing surgery at the Stockholm Caroline Medical Surgical Research Institute has one advantage: there's no need to worry about the patients' postoperative care.

If the surgery can't be done and the postoperative care can't keep up, then this place wouldn't qualify as the Nobel Prize in Medicine's reviewing body.

Unlike sleeping at home, where in the middle of the night one still has to ponder the patient's condition.

Zheng Ren slept soundly, and when he woke up it was already around two in the afternoon.

Jet lag…… Zheng Ren has a few little worries; it's best to head back soon.

After getting up and washing up, Zheng Ren called the professor. Soon the professor arrived at the hotel and picked up Zheng Ren to go eat.

"Boss, Mei Ha'er can already take liquid food; his recovery is especially good." Upon meeting, Professor Rudolf Wagner's first words were about the doctor's recovery.

"Oh." Zheng Ren responded.

A good recovery is supposed to be expected, right?

All three coronary arteries are fully opened, the myocardium is no longer ischemic. As long as the acute phase is passed, Zheng Ren feels that Dr. Mehari could get out of bed tonight, at the latest by tomorrow morning.

"The doctor says he wants to see you." Professor Rudolf Wagner's eyes flashed with fervent gaze.

"Should we check on the patient post‑op?" Zheng Ren laughed: "Let's go, should we eat first or go see Dr. Mehari first?"

The professor hesitated a moment, and Su Yun said impatiently: "Of course we eat first—I'm starving. Foreign doctors also operate on empty stomachs, then see patients."

Now there's no need to hesitate—although Professor Rudolf Wagner is impatient, we still have to eat.

Otherwise Yun Ge'er won't be happy, and who knows what unpleasant things he might say in front of Dr. Mehari.

The professor has an inexplicable fear of Su Yun, and he doesn't know how it developed.

"Boss, I've thought about it, and the surgical method you chose is truly awesome!" After getting in the car, Su Yun let out a sigh and then said.

"Huh? Is it a retrievable stent?" Zheng Ren found it strange that Su Yun was still pondering this.

"Yeah." Su Yun said: "You have no idea—when I explained the surgery to Mrs. Mehari yesterday, those people's faces were as weird as could be."

"Nothing special about it." Zheng Ren said: "For Dr. Mehari's condition, a retrievable stent is the best choice."

"Well, Fugui'er… our situation, a retrievable stent is also the best choice." Su Yun said: "Boss, you have no idea how strict these people are in reviewing our literature. That's why Fugui'er is handling it; if we did it ourselves, the timeline would likely stretch to 5–10 years."

"Don't overthink it; applying for the Nobel Prize has nothing to do with the choice of surgical technique." Zheng Ren naturally understood Su Yun's meaning, shook his head, and said.

"Just keep pretending." Su Yun scoffed, blew a breath, his black hair fluttering on his forehead, seemingly echoing: "At the very least, Dr. Mehari will never be able to leave you for the rest of his life."

"That's not how to put it either; if someone's surgical skill leaps forward and catches up to me, that's also possible." Zheng Ren said flatly.

Su Yun stared, astonished, at Zheng Ren, unable to utter a word.

After a long while, he finally sighed from the heart: "Boss, what I admire most about you is this inexplicable confidence."

"It's not really inexplicable." Zheng Ren thought, "This comes from continuous training in the System Operating Room for dozens of days; how could it be called inexplicable?"

Su Yun shook his head, his pupils slightly dilated, his gaze turning vacant, not knowing what he was thinking.

Professor Rudolf Wagner didn't interject; he also had his own thoughts.

Soon, the professor brought Zheng Ren and Su Yun to a Western restaurant. The professor introduced Zheng Ren to how good and authentic the steak here was. The …

Anyway, Zheng Ren didn't hear a word; to him, eating was just whatever the professor said was optional. If it weren't for Su Yun's insistence, he'd probably already be in the ward of the Stockholm Caroline Medical Surgical Research Institute by now.

Su Yun actually approved of this restaurant, but since they were about to see Dr. Mehari, he couldn't drink alcohol, and he expressed some regret.

Eating steak without a glass of red wine just never tastes right.

The professor, however, didn't think so.

A tycoon's little skewers dealt him a massive blow of harm. As the saying goes, Germans who like beer shouldn't give up drinking just because of a hangover, but the professor flatly refused to drink with Su Yun and Chang Yue, even though Su Yun hadn't touched a drop that day.

Since they weren't drinking, Zheng Ren also lost interest in Western dining style, and the meal ended hastily.

Little Oliver drove, and the three of them headed straight to the intensive care ward of the Stockholm Caroline Medical Surgical Research Institute.

The professor led the way, guiding Zheng Ren and Su Yun to yesterday's ward.

Through the observation room's glass, Zheng Ren saw an elderly man, bent with age, half‑sitting on the bed, wearing reading glasses, holding something in his hand and looking at it.

Professor Rudolf Wagner, out of courtesy, tapped on the transparent glass door; Dr. Mehari looked up, smiled, and waved.

The three entered, and Zheng Ren saw that Dr. Mehari's extracorporeal membrane lung had been removed, leaving only the ECG monitor to track his vital signs.

Looking at the ECG waveform, it showed a perfectly normal sinus rhythm.

But he had tentatively tried some "vigorous" activity, such as getting out of bed for a stroll.

Dr. Mehari's words were unintelligible to Zheng Ren, so the professor acted as interpreter.

"Young man, I'm very glad to have met you. I think the Lord hasn't yet wanted to take in this devout child of mine, letting me continue to spread His glory in the world." The professor translated Dr. Mehari's words.

"Hehe." Zheng Ren chuckled.

Professor Rudolf Wagner was stunned.

"How the heck do you translate this?" though it seems translation isn't needed.

But just responding with a "hehe" to Dr. Mehari's words—wouldn't that be too rude?

The professor was torn, the professor was gloomy, the professor kept pulling out his hair strand by strand. (Note)

"Please sit down. I looked at the X‑ray of the surgery you performed on me; the surgery was exceptionally good. I heard Rudolf say you have a pair of hands kissed by Heaven. Looking now, that's indeed the case." Dr. Mehari said.

"Hehe."

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This sentence, like a stiffened wild dog, is the first ever chaos from Zhang Xiaohua. Divine book, I thought it would end badly, but I didn't expect a reverse crossing to make it go smoothly. Praise Zhang Xiaohua great~