Chapter 211 Damn Prostate

Magic Capital, Hongqiao International Airport, a large banner is pulled in front of the airport pick-up port.

On the banner is written in beautiful cursive font - Welcome Professor Rudolf Wagner of Heidelberg University to China for an exchange visit.

Heidelberg University is one of the oldest and highest-level universities in Germany.

Professor Rudolf Wagner is the head of the medical intervention direction at Heidelberg University. His work focuses on the research of new clinical operations and is one of the leaders of the German "Excellence Program".

This time, Professor Rudolf Wagner was invited to China to participate in the research on prostatic interventional embolization.

But just being rich is not enough.

If it weren't for the fact that Professor Rudolf Wagner was also involved in the stent-graft project, I'm afraid that he would not be able to please this great god even if he spent millions of dollars.

The president of a large tertiary hospital in Modu and the executive president of Parkson International Pan-East Asia region waited at the airport early in the morning with his subordinates.

In the crowd, a typical German walked out surrounded by several Chinese. He was about fifty years old, tall, with blond hair and a shawl. He didn't look like a medical professor, but had a touch of literature.

"Hello, Professor Rudolf Wagner." The dean and the executive president greeted him immediately and extended their warm hands.

After a few greetings, the group walked out of the waiting hall.

Professor Rudolf Wagner had a relatively straight temperament, and asked as he walked, "Are the surgical equipment ready?"

"The new production line has been put into use, no matter how thin the guide wire you need, we can provide you." The CEO of Parkson International said with a smile.

"This is really good news, I only have three days, and then I have to go back to Berlin to attend the Harlingenaar Awards." Professor Rudolf Wagner is obviously the type of person who does not smile. A touch of artistic temperament is a little off.

"You know, you're busy with your affairs. But don't you think, Professor Rudolph, that this operation will give you a better reputation in the medical world? That's the damn prostate that older men have been trying to kill for countless years. It, but now there are only rough surgical methods." The CEO of Parkson International communicated with Professor Rudolf Wagner in German, and it was clear that his oral level was fluent and the communication was easy.

The director of a tertiary hospital in the capital city was stunned, and the translator around him kept translating the words exchanged between the two to him.

But couldn't speak at all.

"This is a real problem," admits Professor Rudolf Wagner.

"I think, at the Harlingenaar Awards, your halo needs extra divine power. Those judges, I remember Mr. Mehar is eighty-three years old, and he must be interested in your latest research. ."

The CEO is worthy of being a professional. With just a few words, Professor Rudolf Wagner is willing to put more energy into this research work.

"I have studied the operation. As long as the consumables can pass the test, the difficulty of the operation will be reduced by an order of magnitude. Damn! Even if it is reduced by an order of magnitude, it is the most difficult operation in the interventional discipline, no one!" Although Professor Rudolf Wagner was excited, as a One of the most famous professors, he knew the difficulty of prostatic embolization.

If it wasn't difficult, the surgical procedure would have already been formed, so how could we wait until now.

"It is precisely because of the difficulty that your importance is highlighted. Those old people in Sweden who are influential in the Nobel Prize are afraid that they will be very interested in your research. My God, I only hope that your research will be successful. It's better that they don't have an acute myocardial infarction happily when the news spreads."

Professor Rudolf Wagner is not interested in this joke, and he also knows that it is impossible to win the Nobel Prize in Medicine with a prostate operation alone. But, those influential judges are old and bound to be plagued by the goddamn prostate.

This is really a promising operation, perfect if it wasn't too difficult.

Walking out of the airport, a black commercial car has been waiting for a long time.

Professor Rudolf Wagner got into the car, and only then did the Dean have time to chat with the professor.

All the preparations are perfect. Professor Rudolf Wagner, the last executor, has come to China, and the rest only needs to complete the operation.

This was a little difficult for Professor Rudolf Wagner, but it was not an insurmountable obstacle.

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Zheng Ren had absolutely no idea what was going on. He sat in the high room, chatting with Xie Yi people on his mobile phone boredly.

In Haicheng, he never did that.

In this life, Mr. Zheng rarely chatted with people. After all, the problem he has to face is to survive, not like Su Yun, who has a mobile phone in his hand.

The work of Haicheng No. 1 Hospital was very stable, and the emergency operation was not paralyzed because of Zheng Ren's departure.

It's just that Director Pan doesn't know how to perform laparoscopic surgery, and many emergency patients who need laparoscopic surgery are transferred to the inpatient department.

The operating room was very leisurely, leaving Xie Yiren with nothing to do. She wanted to go to the imperial capital to see if Zheng Ren had any operations on this side.

The chatting time passed so quickly that Zheng Ren didn't even feel it until Feng Xuhui walked into the high room with his meal.

After saying goodbye to Xie Yiren, Zheng Ren smiled and said, "It's hard work, Manager Feng."

"It's not hard, it's not hard." Feng Xuhui smiled.

This is the first time he has entered the high room of the top three hospital in the imperial capital. Although the decoration inside is not luxurious, there is a bit of old-fashioned. But being able to live in it is a status symbol.

Feng Xuhui carefully pulled over the movable dining table beside the bed board, Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile, "No need."

"He is not dead or disabled, what to eat in bed." Su Yun said.

Seeing Feng Xuhui's helpless appearance, Zheng Ren didn't want to make it difficult for the little manager. After all, Zheng Haixia's operation still had to accept Feng Xuhui's favor.

Get out of bed, and put the food on the coffee table with Feng Xuhui. Su Yun was like an uncle, Ge You was paralyzed on the sofa, and he had no intention of helping.

Just as he was about to eat, the door rang.

"Please come in." Zheng Ren said.

The door was hidden and not locked. The man outside twisted the handle and walked in.

It turned out to be Director Bao of Cardiothoracic Surgery, and Zhao Yunlong followed behind him. Another person walked in with Director Bao, who seemed to be familiar, but Zheng Ren really couldn't remember who it was.

A strange expression appeared on Su Yun's face, and he stood up immediately, but instead of saying hello, he stood half a step behind Zheng Ren's body and whispered, "That one is Director Kong of the Interventional Department."