You don’t have to look at me with that look." Dr. Mehal waved his hand and said, “Zheng, using sandpaper to polish the scratch marks on the floor cannot harm the scratch marks themselves.”

Zheng Ren suddenly felt that this old man was very interesting, not the boring one. It was just this metaphor, a little pessimistic and disappointed.

"Man always has to face death and return to God's arms," ​​said Dr. Mehal: "I was left behind. This must be the revelation God gave me. 44 hours ago, the surgery I thought I had performed was to prove that my judgment was correct."

"That was just a very ordinary operation." Zheng Ren replied.

"It's like this for others, but for me, I know, it's not as simple as it shows."

Zheng Ren nodded, Dr. Mehal's vision was still very sharp.

"If you read it correctly, you have a preliminary understanding of blood turbulence." Dr. Mehal looked at Zheng Ren, his eyes full of fanaticism.

I guessed it right! Zheng Ren thought to himself.

Blood turbulence has a strong impact on micro-guided wires. However, this impact is difficult to understand, and doctors of ordinary levels are simply unaware of it.

"I'm old and can't become a wizard anymore. Even the weight of the lead suit can't bear it. This is the worst thing." Dr. Mehal sighed and said, "When the knight can't put on the armor, Zheng, do you know what that means?"

"Everyone has that day, and I am no exception." Zheng Ren said calmly.

"For a glorious knight, it feels bad to die in bed." Dr. Mehal laughed: "Zheng, I have decided that I will act as an assistant for tomorrow's surgery."

"..." Zheng Ren was stunned.

Doctor Mehal should act as his assistant? Do patients need to operate it themselves?

"Zheng, don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you." Dr. Mehal said: "Although this surgery is very rare, I think it's just a minor surgery, and it's impossible to compare with the grinding surgery I did a few months ago."

"Dr. Mehal, I say very seriously that I reject your suggestions." Zheng Ren said in particular formally: "I will try my best to erase the scratches left by time on your body, so as to cause less damage to your body."

"But if you want to act as an assistant on the operating table, it may cause vasospasm when taking the stent. I can't guarantee what kind of reaction you will have after seeing this situation with your own eyes. Even if you see it, you can't say it's going to be a hand. Once you have sudden heart diseases such as myocardial ischemia and atrial fibrillation, I think the operation will be artificially destroyed. The surgery that would have been successful without any suspense will face the risk of the operation failure. I think this risk is something you don't want to bear."

"No, Zheng!" Dr. Mehal smiled: "Please believe me, I will be the best assistant."

"My assistant is flawless." Zheng Ren said what Su Yun described as himself.

"Impossible." Dr. Mehal shook his head, "In this world, the level of interventional surgery is originally the highest mountain. But after seeing the surgery, I knew that it not only surpassed me now, but also a little stronger than me at the strongest time."

Zheng Ren recognized this sentence. The peak-level interventional surgery level is not a joke.

"If the gods give them the best assistant, it is only me, and definitely not Rudolf Wagner. Because, all the doctors who are involved in the surgery can clearly understand the impact of turbulence, I am the only one who can clearly understand the impact of turbulence." Dr. Mehal looked at the professor and smiled.

"Doctor, you'd better take back your request." Zheng Ren received it firmly: "I won't agree to you as my assistant. This request is simply incredible. Moreover, my assistant, the most perfect assistant, is not Rudolph."

"I heard Rudolph say that there is an almost perfect assistant. But, Zheng, please believe me." Dr. Mehal said: "I had a dream that I was lying on the operating table and doing surgery on myself."

"Our brain calculates what may happen in the future every second, but these calculation results will be quickly forgotten, thrown into the corner of the brain, and never be remembered again. The so-called sense of déjà vu means that the brain remembers the result of a certain calculation, which happens to be the same as reality." Zheng Ren said expressionlessly.

"Look, I said it too, it's the same as reality." Dr. Mehal laughed.

"No, I don't mean that." Zheng Ren said: "If you insist, I will..."

"No, I won't refuse." Dr. Mehal said: "I heard from Rudolph that I can complete an interventional operation by myself. Crossing the left and right hands is really a very unfamiliar way of operating."

Zheng Ren was silent.

"My colleague also said that during a rescue a few days ago, two guidewires and catheters were operated at the same time with both hands, and two different parts were subjected to embolization and stenting." Dr. Mehal restrained his smile on his face, "Please believe me, in this world, no one wants me to live more than me. Similarly, no one will understand blood turbulence better than me...before it appears."

"..." Zheng Ren remained silent.

"This is the request of an operator who can no longer perform the surgery." Dr. Mehal said softly: "Perhaps this is the last surgery in my life. And this surgery is very honored to have this surgery with both hands that have been kissed and blessed by God."

"Although I hope to survive, I am more eager to have an operation with a subversive level surgeon and discuss some things that I have learned over the years but cannot communicate with people. I think about this feeling, and I feel that I am 20 years younger."

As he said that, Dr. Mehal stood up tremblingly. His female assistant immediately supported Dr. Mehal's arm. But the doctor stubbornly broke free, worked hard to stand firm, and faced Zheng Ren.

"Zheng, this is the request of an operator who can no longer have surgery." Dr. Mehal repeated this sentence again and bent his waist down.

Zheng Ren was shocked and quickly helped Dr. Mehal up. It was so nasty, it was so nasty.

Zheng Ren was moved by this sentence by an operation doctor who could no longer have surgery.

Professor Rudolf Wagner was shocked by Dr. Mehal's request and could not speak. He looked at the doctor, and at this moment, he deeply felt what madness was.

The boss would not agree, and the doctor would compromise because of the boss's persistence. The professor thought to himself that it would be like this.

Dr. Mehal's assistant was not surprised at all. It seemed that his assistant had already known about this.

In the ward, it was quiet.

"Doctor, I agree." Zheng Ren looked at Dr. Mehal's cloudy eyes and replied seriously.

Dr. Mehal smiled.

This is his expected ending.

Professor Rudolph Wagner stared at Zheng Ren in a daze, unable to say a word. Is the boss crazy?!

"I'm glad to be an assistant, I promise this will be a perfect operation." Dr. Mehal reached out.

Zheng Ren held his hands up.

The doctor's hands are very stable and dry. Although many years have passed, the index finger of the right hand can still touch the hard calluses.

"Those old stubborn people have been reluctant to award the Nobel Prize to clinical practice. This time, I must teach them a lesson, and hit their faces fiercely with a fist and shoot out their brains!" Dr. Mehal was a little excited.

Zheng Ren hurriedly helped him sit down.

"Zheng, in my heart, tips surgery is the best." Dr. Mehal looked at Zheng Ren, as if facing a pastor, and said piously: "When I was young, I also wanted to use a heart interventional surgery. This pioneering surgical procedure that saved countless lives won the Nobel Prize. But they told me that the clinical procedure could not win the Nobel Prize. I was not convinced! I have been waiting for someone who really touched the turbulence to appear. Now, appear in front of me."

Dr. Mehal was obviously a little excited, and his assistant quietly took out the medicine and prepared to give the doctor oral treatment at any time.

"This is not a challenge for one person, but a challenge for us! Conquer them, Zheng! You must conquer them!" Dr. Mehal's voice was a little hoarse, and his cheeks were flushed.

Zheng Ren was very worried about his physical condition.

"Zheng, I was defeated back then. Charles, he was a coward, and actually gave up clinical practice to conduct basic research! Don't listen to him. Even if he failed ten thousand times, he would throw away his armor in the face of fate and be defeated, we would still make a comeback and we must use clinical techniques to win the Nobel Prize!"

Zheng Ren didn't expect that Dr. Mehal's resentment was so strong.

"I'm glad to agree to my request, Zheng." Dr. Mehal said: "Will you have surgery in the near future?"

"If time allows, I will have a patient who will have tips surgery tomorrow." Zheng Ren said.

"Is the surgery live?" asked Dr. Mehal.

"Yes."

"My surgery will not be done in the morning. You can do live surgery first to warm up. Zheng, don't be nervous. Our opponents are so strong, but I am confident that I will defeat them." Dr. Mehal said with a smile.

"I have a request." Zheng Ren looked straight into the eyes of the doctor, "I want to bring my assistant. If you have everything, even the slightest cooperation error, or complications such as myocardial ischemia, atrial fibrillation, etc. I will cancel your assistance as soon as possible and my assistant will continue."

"Okay." Dr. Mehal smiled. "I told you that no one wants me to live more than me. Even the surgeon will not have patients who desire it."

Zheng Ren smiled. He seemed to have a certain understanding of Dr. Mehal's words when he was old and sick.

But although he is old, he is still a knight, a knight with a halo and ideals.
Chapter completed!