After the operation, Professor Swen handed over the finishing work to his assistant Fri, and he walked out happily, took off his sterile mask, and the corners of his mouth were almost on his cheeks.

"King, I feel like I've improved!"

The professor said excitedly.

You should know that at Professor Swen's level of intervention, it is like going further and further. This difficulty is unthinkable.

For a whole decade, Professor Swen has been standing still without any progress. Professor Swen has already reached the level of a world-class professor, and this level is enough.

But unexpectedly, I learned a new interventional surgery, which gave me new insights, and at the same time I made progress, entered a new realm, and gained a deeper understanding of interventional surgery and super-choice.

"Well, congratulations, I'll go back to the office first."

Seeing that the operation was over, Wang Yang directly treated it perfunctorily and turned around and left.

The professor looked at Wang Yang's back with incomprehension. He shouldn't praise himself, why did he leave? Is there any flaws in what he did?

As the level improves, the professor also has an understanding of Wang Yang's level, that is, Wang Yang's level is higher than himself, and he was one level higher than himself before, but now he is probably level.

"Li, do you know what happened to Wang?"

Professor Swen asked.

"Professor, you can answer me a question first, and I will tell you about Wang Yang's situation."

Li Xiang showed a fox-like smile.

"you say."

"What do you want to apply for to compete for the Nobel Prize after you have performed the surgery on Dr. Hatchel?"

As soon as he heard the Nobel Prize, Professor Swen's smile froze on his face and his expression became serious: "It's December now, and the application is over in February next year. The time is a bit tight. I originally had two results, but after reading Wang's tips surgery identification and treatment methods, I felt that my results were simply garbage."

"So, I want to tell Wang and apply with him. I think I will definitely win the Nobel Prize!"

Professor Siwen said with confidence.

"Do you think Wang Yang will agree?"

Li Xiang said with a smile.

"Wang is so generous, he will definitely agree. After all, he agrees to publish the journal. How could he not agree to the Nobel Prize?

Professor Swen said.

When Li Xiang saw Professor Siwen take the bait, he also said, "Okay, leave the article on the identification and treatment methods of tips surgery to me to publish, but Wang Yang must be the first author."

"That's a must!"

Wu Ming listened to the conversation between the two and left silently, and the level was no longer on the same level.

When he returned to the locker room, Wang Yang found that Wu Ming had come in and quietly took back the cigarette box he was about to take out.

"Teacher Wang, don't you mind if I'm going to do one?"

Wu Ming sat next to Wang Yang.

Wang Yang took out Lanlou and sent one for Wu Ming, and he also took one.

"I just received a call from Director Xiao, and the two doctors who took sick leave have returned. I can go to the Wuhan University Affiliated Hospital. Have the patients on your side finished their pre-operative preparations?"

Wang Yang asked.

Wu Ming looked at Wang Yang blankly, and suddenly reacted and said, "Everything is ready."

Wang Yang nodded and continued to suck the clouds and spit out mist.

Wu Mingze showed a tangled look on his face, and finally said, "Teacher Wang, do you know that the professor wants to apply for the Nobel Prize for the new diagnosis and surgical method of your tips surgery?"

"I don't know, I'm really not interested in this."

Wang Yang smiled and said, "No matter what Professor Swen wants to do, the diagnosis and surgical methods of tips surgery, if he wants to apply for the Nobel Prize, he can just take it, just so he can promote it all over the world."

"You don't worry..." Wu Ming has experienced academic darkness. In the quiet surface, medical academics are actually in a mess. The most important thing is that this is the highest award.

A project that can apply for Nobel Prize can apply for national subsidies, and even find first-class hospitals to cooperate.

"I believe him!"

The short four words made Wu Ming envious. This trust had transcended a certain relationship.

"My focus is not on the Nobel Prize, but on the hepatitis B patients. Half of the hepatitis B patients in the world are in China. The incidence of hepatitis B sclerosis is much higher than that of cancer. If Professor Swen can win the Nobel Prize, this project can be promoted nationwide and many deaths can be avoided at that time."

Wang Yang said, "If I were to apply, I would probably not be able to get it for more than ten years."

Wu Ming's expression also became serious. This kind of mind is indeed a person who has accomplished great things.

However, Wu Ming also knew that this was also an opportunity for himself to soar into the sky.

It’s not that Wu Ming has the opportunity to participate.

But if Wang Yang won the Nobel Prize, as his student, Wu Ming's status in the martial arts world will drive the status of the entire Wuhan University Affiliated Hospital, and it is not an exaggeration to become a first-class interventional department in China.

There are also various hidden benefits that cannot be finished in a short while. Wu Ming knew that he wanted to arrange Wang Yang properly.

"Teacher Wang, I will rush back to Jiangcheng today and sort out the patients again. If there is any problem, I will not let them on stage."

Wu Mingdao.

Patients at their own Wuhan University Affiliated Hospital will all become firewood for the Nobel Prize, which is extremely important.

"Just arrange it."

Wang Yangdao.

"That's thank you for your hard work."

Wu Ming said a little embarrassedly.

Wang Yang’s current identity is no longer an ordinary doctor with superb skills, but a doctor with Nobel Prize-level skills. He doesn’t have to pay for an expert fee when going to his own hospital. Wu Ming felt that his face looked a little bad.

It’s just that the hospital is so big that the hospital leaders would not believe Wu Ming’s words before Wang Yang won the Nobel Prize.

Wang Yang's phone rang, and Wang Yang took a look at it was Director Yu of the Department of Gastroenterology.

"Director Yu, my surgery is done, okay, then I'll go there now."

Wang Yang hung up the phone and looked at Wu Ming and said, "Director Wu, I still have something to do, I won't tell you much. You are ready to call me. If I'm fine, I can rush over that day as soon as possible."

Wu Ming nodded repeatedly and sent Wang Yang outside the operating room.

Wang Yang rushed to the Department of Gastroenterology. According to Director Yu of the Department of Gastroenterology, it is said that a patient needs consultation in the emergency department.

This surprised Wang Yang. There is nothing he can do with internal medicine patients and his own emergency department, unless it is a tips patient.

Director Yu refused to tell the patient's condition on the phone, and insisted that Wang Yang arrive before telling Wang Yang.

When I walked into the gastroenterology department, I heard a man's voice coming from the office.

"You scammers, I asked the doctors in the province. My pancreatic disease needs to be treated in the outpatient clinic of the pancreatic department. Your gastroenterology department has no ability to treat my mother's disease!"

When Wang Yang heard the words, his head hurt. The most feared was the family members of the patient who were looking for trouble.

Generally, there are two situations for the family members of patients who can say this.

One is that he is particularly concerned about the patient and is afraid that the hospital will not be able to treat it, so he hurriedly called someone to ask for treatment.

The second type is that the patient's family does not want to spend more money and deliberately find fault.

Because of pancreatic disease, treatment is too expensive!
Chapter completed!