The Surgeon’s Studio

Xie Ning looked at Zheng Ren and wondered what he needed.
This son-in-law was becoming more and more interesting.

“Can you lend me your phone? I’m sure of one thing,” Zheng Ren said.

“Use mine.” Xie Ning immediately handed the phone to Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren smiled and said, “Thank you, Uncle Ning.”

Well, it was not bad.
He remembered him this time.
Xie Ning was very satisfied that the embarrassing thing did not happen again.

He lowered his expectations.
Actually, satisfaction was easy to achieve.

Zheng Ren wiped his hands on the sterile surgical gown and wiped the sweat off his hands.
Then, he dialed a number from his memory.

It was Professor Rudolf Wagner’s cell phone number.
Zheng Ren took a look at it and still remembered it.

“Who is it?” The professor’s voice came from the phone and Zheng Ren’s mood was a little strange.
He really wanted to call Xie Yiren…

“Lil Fugui, it’s me,” Zheng Ren said.

“Oh my God! Boss, you’re still alive!” Professor Rudolf Wagner shouted in surprise.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun looked at each other.
They really didn’t know how to answer the professor’s words.

“Boss, boss, when are you coming back? I missed you so much,” the professor said almost with a roar.

“Lil Fugui, let’s get down to business,” Zheng Ren said.
“I remember you told me that there was a donation from a charity fund.
Is this true?”

“I thought you weren’t interested in money,” Professor Rudolf Wagner nagged.
“It’s true.
I’ve been nominated by Dr.
Mehar for the Nobel Prize, and it’s one of those promising nominations.
I’ve already been contacted by two to three charity funds.”

“I remember this to be the case in Sea City.
You said that I can use this money however I want? Is that right?”

“Boss, everything is as you wish.
It’s almost true, but there are some trivial procedures.
I suggest that you buy a villa at a beach in Miami.
Every morning, open the door and face the sea.
Spring there is warm and the flowers are blooming.”

“Who taught you all this nonsense?” Zheng Ren asked with a frown.

Su Yun’s face was a little ugly.

However, Professor Rudolf Wagner did not answer Zheng Ren’s question, he simply asked, “Boss, I’m glad that you’ve finally returned to the human world from heaven and are interested in the currency of the human world.
I hope that you can come back as soon as possible with your hands that have been kissed by the heavens.
Our Nobel Prize project has begun!”

Upon hearing the Nobel Prize project, Chief Guo and Chief Jiang’s ears pricked up like rabbits.

Nobel Prize? This young man?

What a joke!

“Lil Fugui, let’s get down to business,” Zheng Ren said.
“How much can you obtain from the charity fund?”

“If you can get the Nobel Prize, you’ll need at least 50 million euros to start.
If It’s just a nomination, then it’s only 10 million to 20 million euros,” Professor Rudolf Wagner said.

“Okay, I’ll go back after I’m done here,” Zheng Ren said firmly.
“How many euros did you bring in the check?”

“10 million euros.”

“Otto Bock Company, Dud City, Lower Saxony.
Help me contact the company.
I have a large number of people who need to install artificial limbs… Take the money from the donation pool,” Zheng Ren said.

Professor Rudolf Wagner was speechless.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun could even imagine the professor’s expression on the phone.

“Is it difficult?” Zheng Ren asked.

“Boss, you’re gonna buy prosthetic limbs for 10 million euros? What are you…” The professor swallowed his saliva.

“It’s 50 million euros.
Well, you said that if you can get the Nobel Prize, there will be a charitable donation of this amount, at the very least,” Zheng Ren said affirmatively.

“Boss… Boss… Are you sure you can get it this year?” The professor’s voice was trembling.

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