If they could not perform the surgery and the postoperative care could not keep up, then the place would no longer be used as a judging body for the Nobel Prize in Medicine.
Sleeping there was not like sleeping back at home and thinking about the patient's condition in the middle of the night.
Zheng Ren slept very soundly. When he woke up, it was already around two o'clock in the afternoon.
He had jet lag... Zheng Ren was a little troubled. It was better for him to go back as soon as possible.
After getting up and having a wash, Zheng Ren gave the professor a call. Soon, the professor came to the hotel and picked Zheng Ren up for dinner.
"Boss, Dr. Mehar can already eat liquid food. He has recovered very well." When they met, Rudolf Wagner summarized the doctor's recovery with one sentence.
"Oh," Zheng Ren replied.
Should he not recover well?
All three coronary arteries were opened and the heart muscle was no longer ischemic. As long as the acute phase was over, Zheng Ren felt that Dr. Mehar would be able to be discharged by tonight or by next morning at the latest.
"The doctor said that he wants to see you." Rudolf Wagner's eyes flickered with something burning behind his gaze.
"He wants me to visit my patient after surgery?" Zheng Ren smiled and said, "We should go. Do you want to eat or see Dr. Mehar first?"
The professor hesitated for a moment before Su Yun said impatiently, "Of course I want to eat first. I'm starving. Foreign doctors also operate on an empty stomach. Do you want to see the patient?"
There was no need to hesitate. Although Professor Rudolf Wagner was impatient, he had to eat when it was mealtime.
Otherwise, if Brother Yun was unhappy, only God knew what kind of nasty words he would say in front of Dr. Mehar.
The professor had an inexplicable fear of Su Yun. He did not know how it had formed.
"Boss, I thought about it and the surgical method you chose is really awesome!" Su Yun said as he was sitting in the car after yawning.
"Huh? Are you talking about the recyclable stent?" Zheng Ren was puzzled. Why was Su Yun still thinking about it?
"Yeah," Su Yun said. "You don't even know that when I told Mrs. Mehar about the surgery yesterday, those people had weird expressions on their faces."
"There's nothing special about it, right?" Zheng Ren said, "In Dr. Mehar's case, a recyclable stent was the best choice."
"Yes, Lil Fugui... In our case, a recyclable stent was the best choice," Su Yun said. "Boss, you don't even know how strict these people are in reviewing our doc.u.ments. Lil Fugui has been settling it for us. If we do it ourselves, I'm afraid that the timeline would be extended to about five to ten years."
"Don't think too much. The award declaration has nothing to do with the choice of the surgical method." Zheng Ren naturally knew what Su Yun meant and shook his head.
"Keep pretending." Su Yun blew a disdainful breath. The black hair on his forehead fluttered in agreement. "At least Dr. Mehar would have never been able to live without you."Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #'s-studio_16489637605120805/after-surgery-he-would-visit-the-patient_51573002617284566 for visiting.
"That's not what you said. If someone's surgical skills improve by leaps and bounds and catch up with mine, it's possible they can operate on him too," Zheng Ren said flatly.
Su Yun was stunned. He looked at Zheng Ren and could not say a word.
After a long time, he said with heartfelt emotion, "Boss, what I admire most about you is your inexplicable confidence."
'That's not really the case, right?' Zheng Ren thought to himself. His skills came from training for dozens of days in the System's operating theater. How could he say it was inexplicable?
Su Yun shook his head. His pupils dilated slightly as his eyes were void of emotions. No one knew what he was thinking.
Professor Rudolf Wagner did not interrupt. 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 the steaks here, on how good and authentic they were. The steaks there...
Zheng Ren did not listen to a single word. To him, what the professor said was irrelevant. If it were not for Su Yun's insistence, he would have been in the ward of Karolin Medical and Surgical Research Institute in Stockholm by now.
Su Yun recognized the restaurant as being famous but because he was about to meet Dr. Mehar, he could not drink and felt a bit unhappy.
It was always wrong to eat steak without drinking some red wine.
The professor did not think that was the case.
Just a drink for someone like him was nothing. Normally, Germans who liked to drink beer would not give up on drinking even if they had a hangover but the professor refused to drink with Su Yun and Chang Yue, even if Su Yun did not drink at all that day.
Since he did not drink, Zheng Ren was also not interested in western-style eating and the meal ended quickly.
Little Oliver drove the three of them all the way to the intensive care unit of Karolin Medical and Surgical Research Institute in Stockholm.
The professor led the way for Zheng Ren and Su Yun into yesterday's ward.
Through the glass of the intensive care unit, Zheng Ren saw an old man half-sitting on the bed. He was wearing presbyopia glasses and looking at something in his hands.
Professor Rudolf Wagner knocked on the transparent glass door out of courtesy. Dr. Mehar looked up, smiling as he waved.
The three of them walked in. Zheng Ren saw that Dr. Mehar's ECMO had been removed, and only his vital signs were still being checked by the ECG monitor.
The ECG waveform looked like a complete sinus rhythm. It was especially perfect.
However, he tried to do some 'intense' exercises, such as getting out of bed and taking a walk.
Zheng Ren did not understand what Dr. Mehar said, so the professor acted as his interpreter.
"Young man, I'm glad to meet you. I think that the Lord does not want to take in a devout child like me so that I can continue to spread his glory to the world." The professor translated Dr. Mehar's words.
"Hehe." Zheng Ren smiled.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was stunned.
How would he translate that? However, it didn't seem like something that needed translating.
However, would it not be too impolite to just respond to Dr. Mehar's words with a chuckle?
The professor was conflicted and depressed, wanting to pull his hair out one strand at a time.
"Sit down. I saw the silhouette of you performing the surgery on me. The surgery was done exceptionally well. I heard from Rudolf that you have a pair of hands that have been kissed by the heavens. Now that I look at it, it is indeed so," Dr. Mehar said.
"Hehe." Zheng Ren chuckled again.
Chapter 631 - Astronomical Figures
What was wrong with the boss today? Why did he keep chuckling?
The professor was extremely depressed. He stood between Zheng Ren and Dr. Mehar, feeling at a loss.
"I'm reading your research paper on the improvement of TIPS surgery. You seem to be heading in a good direction," Dr. Mehar said. "But young man, although my heart is filled with gratitude for you, I still need to find you for surgery in a few months. However, you must first know that the Nobel Prize in Medicine has already reached a critical level in judging new surgical methods."
"Yes, I do." Zheng Ren nodded, "Because other theoretical work will not come into contact with many ordinary people. Even if there are mistakes, that's just how the academic world works. Everyone understands. And surgery will be widely used in the clinic... Yes, as long as it's a surgery, there will be all kinds of complications. After a certain point, no new surgical method will win the Nobel Prize due to time constraints."
"Yes, it's good that you know. This is a traditio
n, it's..." Dr. Mehar nodded.
Zheng Ren shook his head and did not say anything.
"Young man, I see that you seem very calm." Dr. Mehar saw that Zheng Ren's expression was not disappointed, nor was there the anger he had imagined would occur. It made him curious.
"Originally, I was not very interested in this award. I'm grateful that you can nominate a new surgery for TIPS to participate in the selection. But to be honest, I am really not interested in the Nobel Prize," Zheng Ren said honestly.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was speechless.
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Su Yun stood behind Zheng Ren. Seeing that the professor did not translate his words directly, Su Yun himself spoke in fluent Swedish, "Respected Dr. Mehar, let me translate this sentence for you."
"The Nobel Prize in Medicine and Biology will be given to those who have made outstanding contributions to humanity in the field in the previous year. Unfortunately, the current Nobel Prize judges are polluting its original intentions," Su Yun argued, his tongue especially skilled. Along with his tone, body language, and gaze, he gave off a very condescending aura.
The professor could even see some holy light rising from his body...
"The current Nobel Prize is, in the most sense, to maintain one's authority in various fields and even submit to political needs. The judges refuse to choose something that will endanger the Nobel Prize's status, even if it means going against its will."
Dr. Mehar was not angry. Instead, he looked curiously at the impassioned young man in front of him.
"The new TIPS surgery fundamentally solves the risks of the previous blind piercing, giving many junior doctors the opportunity to operate. As you know, many doctors choose to give up on TIPS surgery because of its risk. Every year, hundreds of thousands of patients will die because of this choice. If the diagnosis and treatment of the new TIPS surgery can be recognized, it will certainly be promoted worldwide in a short period of time. More and more doctors will take the initiative to learn this new surgical method, and more and more patients will be treated.
"If this isn't considered a major contribution to mankind, I really can't think of anything else that will."
Seeing Dr. Mehar's smile, the corners of Su Yun's mouth twitched. Su Yun did not give him a chance to speak at all and simply continued.
"Of course, you can also give countless examples at the same time. Certain research in biology can produce a new drug that can solve problems that could not be solved before. However, please note that new biological genetic technology has many flaws that can not be easily overcome. Even you yourself are not sure if they are really useful.
"For example, the 2018 Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine was awarded to the American scientist, James Allison, and Japanese scientist, Ben Shuyou, in recognition of their contributions to cancer immunotherapy.
"But can such technology be put to use immediately in clinical practice? The new TIPS surgery, much like tomorrow's sun, will be immediately recognized as effective. Hundreds of thousands of patients will be treated, free from the fate of death at any moment. In my opinion, the Nobel Prize in Biology and medicine has become a rich man's toy, completely contrary to its original intentions.
"I've finished speaking. Of course, my boss hasn't said much but I think that he's never been interested in the Nobel Prize in Medicine. It's probably because of the judges now. It's been plagued by the old and is already rotten. When the wind blows, everything will collapse at any moment."
After Su Yun finished speaking, his speech made Dr. Mehar look sideways.
Professor Rudolf Wagner's back was drenched in sweat. After hearing Su Yun's words, he felt that his opportunity for the Nobel Prize had been hammered shut.
"Boss, I've told him what you want," After Su Yun finished speaking, he whispered those words to Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren was also very helpless. Su Yun must have mixed in countless of his own comments. He was not a person with many morals but his worldviews… That idiot did not have a worldview at all.
Forget it, he would just leave it at that.
Zheng Ren was not interested in the Nobel Prize. If this side still believed that surgery could not participate in the selection, he would just fly back to the Imperial Capital and immediately start teaching surgery.
The earlier he let more doctors understand and learn about the new TIPS surgery, the faster more patients with advanced cirrhosis would receive treatment.
"Young man, your words are too extreme and arbitrary." The professor was sweating profusely as he translated Dr. Mehar's words. "The new surgical method must be verified by many clinical cases before it can be recognized."
"I understand." Zheng Ren smiled. "How many cases do you need before it can be considered acceptable?"
Zheng Ren felt that the fellow, Su Yun, was indeed somewhat useful. After a generous speech, it was indeed very impressive to be able to bring the topic to that point.
Dr. Mehar was stunned for a moment. After that, he realized that he had been misled and smiled slightly.
"The success rate of the surgery must reach at least ninety-five percent and the total number of cases must be at three thousand or more."
For doctors, that was an astronomical figure.
To be able to achieve that number in three to five years was already very impressive. It would be impossible to hit within a few months.
Although the Nobel Prize was awarded on December 10th every year, before that, it was usually around October 1st that the winners would be announced to the public.
Moreover, October 1st was not the deadline. The time to complete the 3,000 surgeries had to be brought forward a little.
All kinds of materials could be submitted and reviewed by August at the latest. That meant all sorts of c.u.mbersome procedures, plus public relations for the judges.
In other words, there was a maximum of four months left to perform 3,000 TIPS surgeries.
Su Yun's face revealed an indignant expression.
The professor had long expected that very few people who were nominated in the first year would actually receive the Nobel Prize. Three to five years was considered fast.
It was not that Dr. Mehar was deliberately making things difficult for Zheng Ren and himself.
Chapter 632 - Was Unreliable
Thousands of surgeries were indeed very difficult.
Zheng Ren was a little sick of it, and he also felt that Professor Rudolf Wagner and Su Yun were rushing things. It was a top-notch, world-class award. It would be a miracle they could get by just from doing things casually.
Seeing that Su Yun was about to speak again, Zheng Ren interrupted him and asked, "Dr. Mehar, I think your physical condition is fine. You can perform prostate interventional embolization at any time."
"The surgery? What's the success rate?" Dr. Mehar stared at Zheng Ren. His eyes were calm as if the surgery was for someone else.
"You'll be fine," Zheng Ren said perfunctorily.
Having pulled Dr. Mehar out of the abyss of death, Zheng Ren felt that his work was done. The rest, such as hyperplasia of the prostate, was not important. At most, he had to wear a urinary catheter to survive.
The most important thing was that Zheng Ren felt he had fulfilled his responsibilities as a doctor. What was left was the patient's choice.
When Dr. Mehar saw Zheng Ren's perfunctory expression, he was also a little surprised and slightly stunned.
"I can't stay in Stockholm for too long, Dr. Mehar," Zheng Ren said straightforwardly. "Therefore, you should consider today whether you want it. If you want to perform the surgery, book a time for the near future. It's normal if you don't wa
nt to go through with it, so I'll go home first."
After saying that, Zheng Ren smiled, stood up, and said, "I'm glad to see you recover. I'll take my leave first."
The professor was dumbfounded.
In all these years, he had never seen anyone who dared to talk to Dr. Mehar like that.
Did the boss...really not want to receive the Nobel Prize?
Su Yun followed Zheng Ren and the two of them left the ward. The professor stood where he was. He did not know whether to leave or not.
"This friend of yours is really interesting," Dr. Mehar said with a smile. "Rudolf, sit down."
The professor hesitated for a moment, but he still sat down according to Dr. Mehar's instructions.
"Yesterday, I felt like I was bathed in a white light," Dr. Mehar said. "But the Lord still did not take me in. I saw the radiographic films of the surgery. This friend of yours is one of the best in the world."
Professor Rudolf Wagner smiled, feeling a little uneasy.
"I gradually believe your story. He can really perform surgeries that you can't do," Dr. Mehar said.
"The boss is a magical person. His surgical techniques are exquisite, and his surgical standard... I'm a distance away from him by the Danube River."
Dr. Mehar smiled and said, "He gave me a recyclable stent to solve the problem of coagulation dysfunction. Two months later, I will go to China to look for him. If the surgery is successful, I will stay in China for a period of time and treat the prostatic hyperplasia at the same time."
Hearing what Dr. Mehar said, the professor was slightly stunned.
All this time, he had been preparing for prostate interventional surgery. He did not expect that Zheng Ren would come to Sweden and actually perform an interventional surgery of the heart and coronary artery.
After that... He had to wait for two months?
The professor was a little unwilling and wanted to say something, but when he saw that Dr. Mehar's eyes were closed, he knew that he was not planning to talk to him any longer. It was a notice, not a discussion. He stood up and slowly walked out.
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