The Surgeon's Studio Chapter 618 - Lil Fugui, Are You Stupid?

Chapter 618: Lil Fugui, Are You Stupid?

When the plane landed, it was probably around 8am at Sorcery Capital.

Within that moment, Stockholm was still past 3am in the morning.

Zheng Ren had been tormenting himself the whole day, returning to the Imperial Capital after being in the South. After having a meal, he ended up flying again, all the way to Stockholm.

He was so tired that he could fall asleep while walking.

After getting off the plane, Little Oliver yawned. He was about to fall asleep.

“Xi Bao’er! We’re back! Look who’s here!” The professor was not tired at all and shouted in high spirits.

Zheng Ren was shocked.

Little Oliver went forward and took the suitcase from Zheng Ren and Su Yun. The professor excitedly introduced Stockholm Airport to Zheng Ren.

It was all facts such as where it was built in what era, and where it had received important people.

Zheng Ren did not hear what the professor was saying at all. He left the airport listlessly and got into Little Oliver’s car.

When he got into the car, the professor was so excited, jumping up and down as if his seat was 50 degrees celsius. He could not sit still at all.

He hesitated for a long time and decided to immediately call the professor.

The professor’s language was very strange. Zheng Ren did not understand it but there were a few sentences of English that he could understand mixed in.

Su Yun listened to two sentences and his expression changed.

Zheng Ren felt the change in the atmosphere and looked at Su Yun with an inquisitive gaze.

“The professor spoke a mixture of Swedish and English,” Su Yun said. “But it seems that Dr. Mehar is no longer able to go through surgery.”

Zheng Ren was speechless.

After going through so much trouble, Dr. Mehar was going to die before he could perform the surgery?

The situation was laugh-worthy.

“Lil Fugui said that he has already fixed in an extracorporeal membrane lung.”

Dr. Mehar’s heart function was the worst, followed by his lungs.

As he got older, multiple organ failure was something he had to face.

An extracorporeal membrane lung was more advanced than the ventilator. It could temporarily solve Dr. Mehar’s respiratory failure problem and reduce the burden on his heart.

The ventilator’s positive pressure mechanical ventilation was the most effective conventional support treatment for respiratory failure. It could meet the ventilation needs of most patients.

However, for patients with severe respiratory failure such as severe ARDS, pneumonia, large-scale pulmonary embolism, bronchial asthma, and some patients with end-stage lung disease who needed to receive lung transplantation… It was often difficult to maintain satisfactory ventilation and oxygenation with conventional positive pressure ventilation, so ECMO was needed.

The ECMO could reduce the burden on the patient’s heart but could not cure the problem of heart failure.

Dr. Mehar wanted fewer tubes in his body but in the end, it was full of tubes.

Zheng Ren sighed.

Professor Rudolf Wagner was angry like a furious lion, almost roaring.

Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun.

Su Yun shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and looked at the sky. “They’re arguing. They said that Dr. Mehar’s condition was caused by the professor’s prostate interventional embolization.”

Academic strife was absolutely cruel.

Lying through one’s teeth was the most common thing.

Dr. Mehar was going to die anyway, so a coffin would not be able to hold him down. Using this opportunity to overthrow a certain academic faction was totally within reason.

After all, the Carolyn Medical and Surgical Research Inst.i.tute in Stockholm was the place to judge the n.o.bel Prize in Biology and Medicine.

The benefits involved in doing so were not too great.

Therefore, to be able to say that the prostate interventional embolization caused problems with Dr. Mehar’s heart and the coronary artery was something that most people would not dare to say.

If he could not even understand the surgical method, would it not be courting death to blame the best professor?

However, it happened in Stockholm’s Caroline Medical and Surgical Research Inst.i.tute. There were many people who understood the technique…

Little Oliver’s expression changed and looked very ugly.

He could also understand part of the professor’s roaring content. Although he was not a language genius like the professor, Little Oliver still had to learn the most basic Swedish.

When he was nervous, the car began to swerve slightly on the road.

Su Yun sighed. His face was in a mess. If he had known earlier, he would have stayed at home and slept in. It would have been great if he had asked Chang Yue to go out for a drink. Why would he have to worry about a car accident on the streets of Stockholm at three in the morning?

The circ.u.mstances of life were really strange.

The professor hung up angrily after finis.h.i.+ng the call. His heavy breathing was like that of a bull that had its temper kicked up.

“Lil Fugui, what’s the matter?” Zheng Ren asked.

Professor Rudolf Wagner was silent for almost a minute. In the end, he sighed and gave a simple explanation to Zheng Ren.

The main compet.i.tors for this year’s n.o.bel Prize in medicine were not in the medical category but in biology and genetics. However, the professor was too popular. How many years had it been since he had won the n.o.bel Prize with a new technique? Why did he have to make an appearance then?

When things were going smoothly, no one said anything. However, once something happened, someone would kick him while he was down.

Zheng Ren smiled. It was the professor’s fault. He was too ostentatious and was hated by others.

“What are you going to do?” Zheng Ren asked.

“What else can I do? Buy a ticket back. Let’s go back now. The ECMO is already on. What’s the point of staying here?” Su Yun said sarcastically.

Professor Rudolf Wagner looked distressed and sighed.

“We’re already here. Let’s go take a look,” Zheng Ren said. “Is Dr. Mehar still conscious?”

“Yes, but his heart function is too poor…”

“I remember that the Caroline Medical and Surgical Research Inst.i.tute’s Heart Intervention is the best in the world,” Zheng Ren said curiously. “Why don’t we do the surgery?”

“Boss…” Professor Rudolf Wagner was helpless. Was his boss really stupid or was he pretending to be so?

Dr. Mehar was about to fall to pieces. He also said that when the guide wire was pulled out, blood clots could be seen.

With that kind of coagulation function, at least 95% of the coronary artery would be blocked. Could it be treated with surgery? It was impossible.

Su Yun looked at the professor as if he was looking at a fool. Seeing his confused face, Su Yun blew at his fringe before scolding the other, “Lil Fugui, are you stupid?”

“Huh? Brother Yun, what is it? What’s wrong?” Professor Rudolf Wagner was puzzled.

“What the boss means is that he can do the surgery. Don’t you understand? He’s a blockhead!” Su Yun did not sleep well. He was full of anger when he woke up. He spoke very directly and was not polite at all.

“What? Didn’t the boss do organ intervention surgery only?” Professor Rudolf Wagner was completely confused.

“His medical certificate says that he specializes in general surgery.” Su Yun was completely disappointed with the professor and said coldly.

It was only then that the professor remembered how Zheng Ren had sutured up the broken liver back together the last time.

However, could Dr. Mehar’s heart really withstand another interventional surgery?

“Boss, is what Brother Yun said true?” The professor’s voice trembled, and he was very nervous.

“As long as the anatomical structure is clear, I should be able to do so. What’s the difference?” Zheng Ren was also very curious as to why Professor Rudolf Wagner did not believe that he could.