Chapter 1038

"Don't think about it. Let's have a rest." Zheng Ren said with a smile, regardless of who Charles Moore is. Never mind him. It has nothing to do with yourself.

I'm really a good boss. Su Yun said, and I followed good advice.

Zheng Ren praised himself in his heart. He didn't notice that Su Yun was looking at himself like a fool.

Although Zheng Ren was very rare, he didn't keep that microscope. There is no free lunch in the world. Can you take people and things at will?

He changed his clothes and took Su Yun and Professor out of Mayo Medical Center.

Along the way, Su Yun explained the life of Dr. Richard Moore to Zheng Ren. Zheng Ren suddenly remembered that many classic surgical improvements, such as the improvement of pancreaticoduodenectomy, were based on the research of Dr. Richard Moore.

Zheng Ren was a little sorry to learn this. He really didn't expect that the cold name written in the book was an old scholar who discussed problems, dissected and had coronary artery dilatation with himself in the big ladder classroom.

But go back? Zheng Ren is a little excited, but he has refused. Would it be bad if he went back? Let's wait for the chance.

I'd better take a break and see when Zou Jiahua's side is finished. If Zou Jiahua's trip will be delayed for some time, he will fly to Heidelberg first.

"Take a day off and we'll leave tomorrow." Zheng Ren said, "Su Yun, if you have time to contact Zou Jiahua and ask them if they can go together."

"Boss, did you take such a disregard for Dr. Richard Moore?" Su Yun was even more surprised. "Do you know that he has a close relationship with many Nobel Prize judges."

"Oh, that's a pity." Zheng Renxin replied absently.

Su Yun is very helpless, very helpless.

He knows that his boss has no special interest in the Nobel Prize. All his thoughts on this dog day are on surgery.

Simply heinous.

But isn't it natural to accept Dr. Richard Moore's invitation, meet him, get the favor of the doctor, and clear some obstacles for the Nobel prize evaluation?

"How do you look? Just now you said not to work all day and be kind to you." Zheng Ren nagged.

Su Yun was speechless.

It's almost noon. The sun is shining. The shadow cast by the statue of the Mayo brothers at the door of the Mayo Medical Center is so clear.

It's better to fly by private plane. If you fly all the way in economy class, you're afraid that your surgical status will be greatly affected. Zheng Ren thinks about it.

Standing at the gate of Mayo Medical Center, Zheng Ren began to be confused and discussed with Su Yun where to live. Su Yun ignored Zheng Ren and resented his refusal of Dr. Richard Moore's invitation.

Just then, a car stopped at the door, and a middle-aged man came down from the car with his stomach covered.

Black hair, yellow skin, looks Chinese.

There are a lot of Chinese here, Zheng Ren thought. The sun is a little dazzling, but the background panel of the man who can't even straighten up is more dazzling than the sun.

Zheng Ren felt helpless when he saw the diagnosis.

Acute suppurative appendicitis, appendix perforation, diffuse peritonitis.

What's the age? In addition to the wooden people like fan Tianshui, can anyone hold appendicitis until it is perforated?

Su Yun also noticed the man. The expression on his face became very wonderful.

Zheng Ren just thinks that men look familiar, but they go to the Mayo Clinic, and they are not doctors here. There is no need to do anything.

He didn't even search his memory for who this was. Anyway, for a person in the late stage of face blindness, searching memory may not find anything.

"What a coincidence, boss." Su Yun whispered.

"Qiao? What's the matter?" Zheng Ren asked.

"You don't know him?" Su Yun knows that Zheng Ren is in the late stage of face blindness, but when they chat alone, they habitually ridicule Zheng Ren.

"I don't know at all." Zheng Rendao.

It seems a little familiar and handsome, but do you need to know him?

"Wu Hui, the movie star of Xiangjiang." Su Yun said with a smile: "Chang Yue is his fan. I also want to take a group photo with Wu Hui when I have time to go to Xiangjiang's throwing knife and show Chang Yue if her eyes are blind."

"Why are you blind?"

"I'm not as handsome as Wu Hui. Do you think she's blind?" Su Yun said angrily.

But although I met, I didn't have a chance to take a group photo at this time. First of all, Su Yun is not Wu Hui's fan sister, and people are ill at first sight. It's impolite to disturb them at this time.

Without talking, he gave way and watched Wu Hui stoop into the Mayo Clinic.

It's just a little episode. They are not star chasers. Maybe they can be used as a conversation when they go back.

"Has he handled immigration?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Who knows, you may come to any film festival." Su Yun replied casually.

Zou Jiahua was being contacted when someone shouted Zheng Ren in the back.

Zheng Ren looks back and sees Dr. bullock lesner. He ran very fast. He didn't fasten his white buttons and danced in the wind. It was a little interesting.

It's too polite. Zheng Ren thought to himself, how long has it been, and he has to send himself out.

He smiled and waved.

"Doctor Zheng, wait a minute!" Cried Brock lesner and ran out.

"You're welcome. Let's go back and have a rest. When the supplies arrive, we have to have tips surgery." Zheng Rendao.

"No, no, please listen to me." Bullock lesner ran to Zheng Ren and panted, "Dr. Richard Moore said he wanted to see you. He is very interested in your surgical techniques."

Su Yun's face was covered with a light red light, the capillaries on his body surface were congested, and his blood pressure didn't know how high it was.

Afraid that Zheng Ren would refuse again, he bumped Zheng Ren's back with his elbow.

Zheng Ren didn't know the origin of Richard Moore before. Now he knows. Even block lesner chased out and sent out a second invitation. He doesn't agree anymore. It's estimated that Su Yun will kill himself when he goes back. And knowing who it was, Zheng Ren also wanted to meet the legendary old man.

"OK, I apologize for what I said before. Please take me to Dr. Richard Moore. I also want to talk to the old man." Zheng Ren said politely.

Brock lesner's expression eased, touched his chest and grinned.

"You just said you wanted to have tips surgery?" Bullock lesner had just passed the tense period, and then he remembered what Zheng Ren said.

"Yes." Zheng Rendao.

"Let's leave a contact information. If you can, please contact me before the operation. I also want to see it." Brock lesner said sincerely.

As long as it is an interventional doctor, no one is not interested in tips surgery.