Chapter 994: with translation of chapter title

She walked a route that made an arc, passing by Su Yun intentionally or unintentionally.

Everyone had left, and Wu Lao then pointed to the chair and said: "Zheng Lao Ban, sit down and speak."

"Just call me Xiao Zheng, you're being too polite." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"Coming to see a patient this late, that's a good habit." Wu Lao said.

"After so many years, I've gotten used to it; not taking a look always makes me worry something will go wrong." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"Keep it up." Wu Lao nodded, saying, "This is a good habit. As doctors, no matter how careful we are, it's never too much."

Zheng Ren nodded.

"This person must be Professor Rudolf, right?" Wu Lao looked at Professor Rudolf Wagner and said.

"Hmm, just call me Fugui'er." Professor Rudolf Wagner said.

This down-to-earth name gives anyone who hears it for the first time a sense of unreality. The blond-haired Professor Rudolf Wagner, no matter how you connect it, cannot associate with the three words Fugui'er.

Wu Lao blinked slightly, then smiled and said: "Your surgery is well done, and your Chinese is even better."

The professor didn't speak, just gave a self-satisfied smile.

……

At the same time, United States, New York State, Rochester City, Mayo Clinic Cardiac Research Center, several experts were holding a meeting.

The Mayo Clinic's cardiac disease treatment is ranked number one in the world.

This case file before us is of a patient from Xianggang. Well, the Mayo Clinic's annual income is nearly ten billion dollars; to them, an ordinary rich person leaves no impression at all. Or rather, merely being wealthy is absolutely not enough.

Here, no one cares about how much wealth you have; anyone who can afford to come to the Mayo Clinic for treatment or check-up is not short of money.

This patient's condition is very strange; clearly healthy like a wild horse on the Feizhou savanna, yet sudden death occurs intermittently during sleep.

Related examinations have been done countless times, yet there is no diagnosis at all; we can only guess it's a heart-related disease and have given some preventive treatment.

The patient just had another onset, showing sudden death without any warning signs. Because of close monitoring, the family doctor performed rescue in the First Time, and the patient has already escaped danger.

In other words, the Mayo Clinic's treatment has no effect.

At night, cardiac arrest occurs without any warning signs, yet no problems can be found; such cases are extremely rare. Even several professors at the Mayo Clinic cannot figure out what disease it is.

One can only say that the Death God is lurking beside this person; unknown when, that scythe will extend from another dimension and reap his life.

It seems we can only pray; this is the only way.

But such thoughts can only be kept private; they cannot appear in any medical document.

After discussion, we still turned to a few close friends for help, to see if anyone else had a solution.

When we found a professor at the Karolinska Institute of Medical University in Stockholm, he remained silent for a moment and then gave a suggestion.

Diagnostic level, we're about equal; perhaps the Mayo Clinic is a bit stronger, but to say how much stronger is uncertain.

This professor gave a suggestion — go find that young Chinese doctor who is this year's Nobel Prize Nominee, because although he doesn't know the young doctor's diagnostic level, he does know the young doctor's surgical skill is world‑top.

His surgery is unparalleled; he has a pair of hands kissed by God, and the professor at the Karolinska Institute of Medical University in Stockholm described Zheng Ren in this way.

High surgical skill means diagnostic ability will certainly not be poor.

When there's no other way, going to see him is also a good option.

Should we do that? Familiar professors don't mind; when we encounter difficult problems, we've long been accustomed to discussing them with each other.

But a young doctor who hasn't yet entered the circle, even if they have a paper in Xin Ying Ge Lan and one in Willow Leaf Blade; even with the added prestige of a Nobel Prize Nomination, they are still not accepted by the mainstream medical circle.

Really want to look for him?

However, this is a hot potato; telling the patient that someone might have a solution, letting them go find that person themselves, saves us from repeatedly studying this difficult case.

The Mayo Clinic's doctors aren't afraid of difficulties; it's just that all examinations have been done, yet there is still no reasonable explanation.

This is quite a headache.

Being able to push this matter aside is the best.

Soon, several professors finally agreed on an opinion, tactfully expressed the Mayo Clinic's view, and gave a suggestion.

This suggestion was written into an email, sent off, and via electromagnetic waves arrived in Xianggang, in Zou Jia Hua's mailbox.

……

A knocking sound came from the office door.

So late, who could it be? Mu Tao wondered and went to open the door.

It was the assistant who had just delivered the card.

"Teacher Mu, hello." The assistant said politely: "Just now my master said he is on his way over."

"Oh?"

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Wu Lao; sorry for the disturbance, please forgive us."

"It's fine." Wu Haishi said: "Mr. Zou Jia Hua, why are you rushing over so late?"

The female assistant remained silent, then flatly told Wu Lao that she didn't know the specific situation.

Afterwards, she left.

"Pengcheng is close to Xianggang, and Teacher enjoys great fame in the industry; many people from Xianggang come here for treatment." Mu Tao smiled while explaining to Zheng Ren.

Ordinary Xianggang residents are willing to come to Pengcheng for treatment; although seeing a doctor in Xianggang doesn't cost money, the queues are unbearable for everyone. To avoid queuing, one must accept the astronomical fees of private hospitals. Across the river, coming to Pengcheng for treatment doesn't cost much either, and everyone can accept that.

But someone like Mr. Zou Jia Hua is a different case altogether.

Wu Lao is a top‑tier expert in the field, has touched every discipline in interventional medicine, and has trained a batch of disciples.

Mu Tao is merely one of them.

Because in Pengcheng there is more interaction with peers from Xianggang, Wu Lao also has fame in Xianggang.

But in the middle of the night, a wealthy person driving over to see a doctor seems somewhat unreal.

Zheng Ren felt he had nothing to do with him, and Mu Tao also said it's best not to talk much. So let's not speak; anyway, we're here to teach Mu Tao the TIPS Surgery—whether the person is rich or not, Zheng Ren really doesn't care.

Suddenly, Zheng Ren heard a "ding-dong" sound from his ear.

His heart stirred; was there a quest?

【System Quest: Expel the "Gu poison"】

Quest details: Treat a case of illness that current technology cannot diagnose.

Quest reward: Grandmaster-level skill book +1, reputation +1.

Quest duration: 1 month.

This quest is rather useless. Zheng Ren looked at the quest in the System Panel, feeling somewhat helpless.

What's the use of +1 reputation? Like a pop or movie star, arriving in a city, streets empty?

This isn't nonsense, right?

Pop stars can go to the Bird's Nest to hold a concert, tens of thousands together H. But doctors, going to the Bird's Nest for a free clinic?

Totally meaningless, right?

Zheng Ren tossed this quest to the back of his mind; staying in Pengcheng to see patients will affect the progress of the TIPS Surgery.