Zheng Ren shook his head as he chased the excited professor away. What was going on? Could it be that after he left the Alps, the situation there had changed?
However, Zheng Ren's interest was not in this.
It was a long process to win the Nobel Prize. It seemed that a new surgical method would only be qualified to win a Nobel Prize after it had entered the clinical field for at least five to ten years.
It was just that he and Su Yun had used another method to strongly push for this, and it was like a butterfly effect had appeared.
However, this was too far away. Zheng Ren felt that as long as he did the work at hand well, everything else could be discussed in the future.
As for now, it was better to take a look at the patient who had heniated blood.
As she went to change her clothes, Su Yun sneakily asked,""Boss, how was yesterday?"
"You still have the face to say that." Zheng Ren expressed his unhappiness, which was rare.
"What?" Su Yun was very confused.
