Chapter 1071 Sad Assistant, Sad Tomorrow

"Dangdangdang~" A knock on the door interrupted Professor Ged Muller's thoughts.

"Who?" Gade asked impatiently.

"Professor, it's me." His assistant carefully pushed open the door and walked in, holding a bag in his hand, exuding a chill.

"What is this?" Gade asked, frowning. He changed his posture, the fat all over his body was shaking, as if the fat would be thrown out in the next second.

"Professor, this is a cow's liver. You don't know how difficult it is to buy a whole liver. I ran six blocks to buy it in a small Chinese shop." Gade's assistant complained in a low voice.

"Have nuclear magnetic dispersion been done?"

"finished."

"Put it in the refrigerator." Professor Gerd Mueller waved his hand and arranged casually.

His assistant was relieved and turned to leave. Damn Chinese, it is the first time I have encountered such a strange request. Gade's assistant thought to himself that it would be a terrible experience to run for a few blocks so late and be stared at by people looking at monsters and perverted eyes.

Professor Gerd Muller frowned and looked at the door. He always felt something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

After thinking hard, the room was very quiet, except for the occasional sound of the hemostatic forceps hitting the radial styloid process.

After more than ten minutes, Professor Gerd Muller suddenly thought that it was the sound of the hemostatic forceps and the close contact of Dr. Smith's radial styloid process that confused him.

Professor Ged Muller still knows what level Dr. Smith is. Watching the recording of the operation, he already had a very deep understanding of the TIPS operation. In the recording, the hemostatic forceps were just beating him, making some very minor corrections.

It is impossible for everyone to improve by leaps and bounds overnight. If so, then you have Alzheimer's.

This is absolutely impossible! Professor Gerd Mueller immediately denied this.

That is to say, using animal liver and NMR diffusion, Dr. Zheng and Rudolph must have used it at the Mayo Clinic!

This is a teaching tool, not deliberately embarrassing yourself.

After thinking about this key point, Professor Gerd Mueller felt refreshed. But then the question arises - have I overlooked some detail?

Ask Rudolph? Assuming that there is a possibility, Gade does not want to ask Rudolph, he can guess how much ridicule and teasing he will attract if he asks.

But I don't have Dr. Zheng's phone number yet, which is distressing.

Gade thought about it for a long time, and finally the sound of the hemostatic forceps hitting the radial styloid process gave him a hint - ask Dr. Smith.

He picked up his cell phone, found Dr. Smith's number, and called.

Unfortunately, the phone rang for a long time and no one answered.

At this time, you shouldn't be sleeping. Professor Gerd Mueller was a little puzzled. He did not stop politely, but kept calling Dr. Smith persistently.

After nearly half an hour, the phone was picked up.

With a roar, it is conceivable that Dr. Smith's paper-like body is constantly shaking, as if receiving the baptism of a hurricane.

Professor Gerd Mueller listened silently and did not refute.

Three minutes later, Dr. Smith asked, "Damn, you're going to kill your phone, what's going on?!"

"Doctor Zheng from Huaxia, just left from you, right?"

"My God, how many times do you have to ask me! I've said it all, that's a doctor who was kissed by God on both hands, beaten a few times, and what else! You bastards, you only know..." The endless scolding sounded, and Professor Ged Mueller was also very helpless.

It seems that during this time of day, countless people called Dr. Smith. After all, a world-renowned professor was actually subjected to a teaching operation and beaten with hemostatic forceps. This is not important, the important thing is that this teaching operation is live broadcast...

Really sad for Dr. Smith, Professor Ged Mueller secretly happy, ignoring his rants. But soon, Gade interrupted Dr. Smith and said, "Doctor, I think you misunderstood."

"Um?"

"Dr. Zheng is here with me." Professor Gerd Muller said calmly: "His assistant said that he wanted me to prepare an animal liver, and also to do nuclear magnetic dispersion. I didn't understand what it meant, so I called to ask. ask you."

"My God, I remembered, you and Rudolph are together, aren't you!" Dr. Smith suddenly became interested, his IQ was very high, and the intricate relationships between the characters were straightened out in an instant, and he could already see Gade The professor has a miserable tomorrow.

But this kind of misery is something that many people wish for.

Before this young Chinese doctor appeared, technical barriers blocked the way for almost everyone to move forward. When he left, Dr. Smith had another full day of surgery, and he found that his skill level had improved significantly.

Is it Professor Gerd Mueller's turn now? Dr. Smith smiled and said, "Give you a pertinent suggestion, Mr. Gade."

"Speaking."

"That young Doctor Zheng has indeed received God's blessing on his hands, so let's learn from him." In the words, there was a slight smile...and the sound of hemostatic forceps hitting the radial styloid process.

"..." Professor Gerd Muller replied immediately: "No, I mean animal liver, how did you get that side? Are there any details?"

"Of course it is fresh liver. The bigger the animal, the better the effect. Of course, MRI should also be done. Tomorrow, you will see Dr. Zheng dissecting the liver and explaining the new TIPS operation in combination with MRI. He is a god. The angel who came to the world will open a dusty door for you." Dr. Smith said exaggeratedly.

With that said, Professor Gerd Mueller understood what was going on.

Can someone really explain nuclear magnetic dispersion while dissecting? ! This kind of teaching method is intuitive to the core, even when I was in school, no teacher would do this.

Not why, just because they won't.

Professor Gerd Muller's whole body was shaking with excitement, and the chair under his butt made a creaking sound, embarrassing him.

After a few polite words with Dr. Smith, he immediately picked up the phone, scolded his assistant, and told him that he needed fresh liver, it must be fresh! Not fresh now, but fresh tomorrow morning!

Fresh is not enough, and nuclear magnetic dispersion needs to be done.

After the arrangement, Professor Gerd Mueller hung up the phone, he didn't care what the assistant had to do, and the assistant was in charge.