Chapter 641: with translation of chapter title

Several thousand Shou Bing, indeed very difficult.

Zheng Ren felt a bit nauseous, and also thought Professor Rudolf Wagner and Su Yun were too hasty; a top-tier, world-class award, if too casual, would be seeing ghosts.

Seeing Su Yun about to speak again, Zheng Ren interrupted him, saying: "Doctor Mei Ha'er, I think your condition is fine; you can undergo prostate interventional embolization surgery anytime."

"Shou Bing? What's the success rate." Doctor Mei Ha'er stared at Zheng Ren, his gaze calm, as if this Shou Bing were being done on someone else.

"Not bad." Zheng Ren gave a perfunctory reply.

Having pulled Doctor Mei Ha'er from the depths of death, Zheng Ren felt his work was done; the rest, like benign prostatic hyperplasia, wasn't important—at most, just live with a urinary catheter.

Most importantly, Zheng Ren felt he had fulfilled his duty as a doctor; the rest was up to the patient.

Doctor Mei Ha'er, seeing Zheng Ren's perfunctory expression, also felt a bit surprised, slightly startled.

"I can't stay in Stockholm too long, Doctor Mei Ha'er." Zheng Ren bluntly said: "Today, consider it; if you want the Shou Bing, schedule a near-future time. If you don't want it, that's normal—I'll go home."

Having said that, Zheng Ren smiled, stood up, and said: "I'm glad to see you recover; I'll take my leave now."

The professor was dumbfounded.

For so many years, he had never seen anyone dare to speak to Doctor Mei Ha'er like that.

Boss, is it… really that you don't want to vie for the Nobel Prize?

Su Yun followed Zheng Ren; the two left the ward. The professor stood where he was, neither able to go nor to stay.

"Your friend is quite interesting." Doctor Mei Ha'er chuckled: "Rudolf Wagner, please have a seat."

The professor hesitated a moment, then sat down as Doctor Mei Ha'er had said.

"Yesterday, I felt myself bathed in a white light." Doctor Mei Ha'er said: "But the Lord still didn't take me in. I looked at the Shou Bing images; your friend's skill is world‑top."

Professor Rudolf Wagner smiled slightly, feeling a bit uneasy.

"I gradually believe what you say; the Shou Bing you can't do, he can really do." Doctor Mei Ha'er said.

"Boss is a miraculous person; his Shou Bing technique is exquisite, his Shou Bing standard…… I lag behind him by the distance of a Danube River."

Doctor Mei Ha'er laughed: "He gave me a retrievable stent to solve the clotting dysfunction problem. In two months, I'll go to China to find him; if the Shou Bing succeeds, I'll stay in China for a while and also treat my benign prostatic hyperplasia."

Hearing Doctor Mei Ha'er say that, the professor blinked slightly.

All along, the preparations had been for prostate interventional embolization surgery; he never expected that Zheng Ren, on a single trip to Sweden, would actually perform a cardiac coronary artery Interventional surgery.

Then…… then we have to wait two months?

The professor felt a bit unwilling to speak, but seeing Doctor Mei Ha'er's eyes already closed, knowing he didn't want further conversation—this was a notice, not a discussion—he stood up and slowly walked out.

Back in the car, Su Yun saw the professor's expression was a bit strange and asked: "Fugui'er, what are you thinking about?"

"Doctor Mei Ha'er said, since the Shou Bing just finished, he doesn't want to do the prostate interventional embolization so soon." The professor frowned and replied: "The doctor said that in two months he'll go to Di Du to find the Boss."

"Fugui'er, this time you really owe the Boss a big favor." Su Yun began to tease the professor: "Tell me, what did you accomplish rushing over like this?"

The professor felt a bit embarrassed, scratched his head, and said: "It's all because I was rushed; my work is totally unreliable."

"It's fine." Zheng Ren laughed: "Then we can go back."

"Boss, I heard the boss's wife also went to Di Du, and that you want to set up a TIPS Surgery R&D center in Di Du—is that right?" the professor asked.

"Boss's wife......" Zheng Ren was speechless.

"What? Still not embarrassed? How did you dare to start back then?" Su Yun snorted.

You can't talk with this damn guy; Zheng Ren turned his face away, not looking at him, and spoke to the professor.

"Fugui'er, indeed we've set up a TIPS Surgery R&D center, but there's no specific location yet—just Director Kong allocated ten beds to me." Zheng Ren said.

"Boss, I want to go back with you to do the Shou Bing." Professor Rudolf Wagner said earnestly.

"Don't you have to work in Heidelberg?" Zheng Ren asked strangely.

"What work is more important than the Nobel Prize?" Professor Rudolf Wagner also found it strange.

The two of them aren't on the same wavelength at all; that's why neither of them is a nitpicker. If there were a nitpicker, they'd be arguing.

Zheng Ren had no objection to the professor coming back with him.

Having an extra pair of hands—and not even charging for it… Professor Rudolf Wagner not only works for free, he brings his foundation's investment with him.

Since the decision was made, lingering in Stockholm was pointless. The professor booked the earliest flight, grabbed his luggage, and set off again.

Actually, according to Su Yun's idea, they should have stayed a few days in Northern Europe. But Zheng Ren wanted to go back to see Xie Yiren, and the professor's mind was full of TIPS Surgery, so his opinion was outright ignored by the two.

After a tiring journey, everyone was utterly fatigued; as soon as they boarded the plane they fell asleep, and no one had the energy to chat or laugh.

The flight lasted over nine hours, dull and boring—especially with the professor snoring on one side, Zheng Ren couldn't even get proper rest.

No choice; he could only dive into the System Library to read.

All went well; this trip to Stockholm was a quick in-and-out, altogether taking less than three days.

Director Kong, Xie Yiren, and Chang Yue went to meet the three of them; upon meeting, Director Kong had a lot he wanted to ask.

Mainly it was about the Nobel Prize progress; the older generation is rather superstitious about it.

In the past, not to mention the Nobel Prize—any tiny achievement would trigger nationwide celebration, with a billion people rejoicing together.

The launch of the Long March rocket was broadcast nationwide back then—who knows how many pairs of eyes were watching it.

The Olympics were even more so.

Now, with the nation's strength grown, where on CCTV would they still broadcast a rocket launch? Not even the Chang'e moon landing gets live coverage.

Yet the Nobel Prize, in the past, was a dream lingering in the hearts of the older generation of scientists; countless people strove, struggled, and fought for it.

Director Kong may never get a chance to win the Nobel Prize himself, but he very much hopes that under his wing, Zheng Ren can achieve it in his stead.

Having met Zheng Ren, seeing him whispering with Xie Yiren, Director Kong did not disturb them.

As they were about to get in the car, Director Kong was just about to ask Zheng Ren when his phone rang.