Chapter 710 - Oh My God! Boss, You're Still Alive
"This..." Chief Guo still did not understand. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "You have to leave ten to fifteen centimeters below the knee joint before you can put the prosthesis. It's only two to three centimeters. After the prosthesis is installed, it will fall off when you move. What should we do?" "Chief Guo, this is the most traditional prosthesis." Su Yun glanced at Chief Guo and opened his mouth, ready to spit back at him. At this moment, Zheng Ren opened the airtight lead door and walked out. "You... Can you help me massage it? I have some things to deal with here." Zheng Ren looked at Liu Xuzhi and asked with some embarrassment. Zheng Ren could not recognize who this person was at all. Liu Xuzhi did not think much of it. He was just curious about the final outcome of this debate. He smiled at Zheng Ren, walked into the operating theater, and began to perform the massage. Because there was only one puncture needle eye and gauze, he did not need to scrub his hands anymore. It was more convenient. The patient was in a state of septic shock and his blood pressure was not high. Zheng Ren left for a few seconds but was fine. "This, this is..." Zheng Ren stuttered a little as if he had not spoken for too long. Once he spoke again, it was as if he was a stranger. "This is Chief Guo from the Orthopedics Department of the Provincial Hospital." Su Yun saw that Zheng Ren was trying to remember who he was. He realized that Zheng Ren had something important to do, so he took a step back and stood behind Zheng Ren on the left. "Hello, Chief Guo." Zheng Ren took off his sterile gloves. His hands were covered in sweat. He hesitated for a moment and rubbed his hands on the surgical gown but did not extend his hand. "Doctor Zheng, right? Hello, you're young and promising." Chief Guo did not care. He directly extended his hand to show his respect to Zheng Ren. He shook hands and let go. "Chief Guo, are you considering whether we should install the prosthetic limbs?" Zheng Ren asked. "Prosthetic limbs. According to the textbook, the bone under the joint should be at least 10cm." Chief Guo smiled bitterly. How could he not want to have one less joint? However, it really could not be done. "Do you think it's like the equipment in Forrest Gump's legend..." Su Yun could not help but open his mouth. He was elbowed by Zheng Ren and shut his mouth angrily. "Chief Guo, on July 23rd in 2007 while in New York, the American soldier Juan Arredondo who lost his left hand in the Iraq War, demonstrated the functions of a new type of bionic artificial limb," Zheng Ren said calmly. "Bionic artificial limbs have long been listed in the United Kingdom. Now, there are relevant companies in Europe and the United States that produce this type of artificial limb. This was a long time ago. Recently, it's been reported that the new generation of bionic artificial limbs can adapt to two to three centimeters of the residual limb and are more flexible." Chief Guo was stunned. He knew about this information. However, due to economic reasons, very few people in the country installed such prosthetic limbs. If there were really rich people who needed them, they would contact foreign hospitals and go abroad to install prosthetic limbs and do relevant rehabilitation training. Was there any meaning in this matter for Doctor Zheng? Zheng Ren scratched his head and asked, "Su Yun, did I call Lil Fugui?" "No," Su Yun said with certainty. "Why do I keep feeling like I did? Could it be that I just slept for ten minutes and was dreaming?" "Yes, it was a dream," Su Yun said. "You've been busy like a dog. After you got off the plane, you left your phone at the airport. How could you make a call?" Zheng Ren then remembered that what Su Yun said made sense. That was a call he had given Professor Rudolf Wagner in his dream. Fortunately, he had asked so it was not a problem now. 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.
Chapter 711 - Man, It's Really Practical
"Well, I'm now interested in the Nobel Prize," Zheng Ren said. "Do you have any difficulties in helping me contact the people of Otto Box?" "Boss, not at all! If you have any difficulties, you have to contact them. If you don't have any difficulties, you still have to contact them even if you need to make it a problem!" Professor Rudolf Wagner roared. In the operating room, everyone looked at each other except for Zheng Ren and Su Yun. What was the meaning of this? Why did this young Doctor Zheng say it as if it were true? "Boss, what do you want?" Professor Rudolf Wagner quickly calmed down but his voice was still trembling. "I'll record it here." "Bebionic super-intelligent bionic hand, Michelangelo Intelligent bionic electromyogram hand, C-Leg intelligent bionic knee prosthesis, Genium intelligent bionic joint for mobility, 1C66 intelligent ankle carbon brazing toe board, 1B1 intelligent bionic footboard, and a 1C30 Carbon brazing footboard," Zheng Ren thought deeply before blurting the words out. "Alright, leave this matter to me. It'll definitely work. I won't cause any trouble for Zhang Fei." The professor's excitement and joy had already overflowed from the other side of the call. Zheng Ren hung up
the phone and handed it to Xie Ning. He said, "Uncle Ning, thank you." "Boss, you're really scheming." Su Yun sighed. When he thought of Dr. Mehar coming to China for surgery, he felt that Zheng Ren's thoughts were too deep. If it was not premeditated, then he was just too lucky. Zheng Ren could not be bothered to guess what kind of messy things were in this guy's mind. He smiled and said, "With the most advanced prosthesis, it should be no problem to keep the knee joint." "This..." Chief Guo really could not understand and stammered. "Generally speaking, a bebionic super-intelligent bionic hand is similar to the C-Leg intelligent bionic knee joint prosthesis. Two years ago, the price was about 8,000 euros. If you buy it in bulk, it should be cheaper. I think that should be enough," Zheng Ren said. Su Yun turned his head and praised, "Boss, you're the most narcissistic person I have ever met. Are you really sure that you'll win the Nobel Prize this year? The money from the foreign charity fund is not given to you for free. Didn't you hear what Lil Fugui said? There are still some trivial procedures." "I can guarantee that there will be no problems with the surgery. As for the rest, we'll talk about it later. Besides, according to your dark speculation, didn't Dr. Mehar ask me to perform surgery on him?" Zheng Ren said with a smile. There was a hint of relaxation and joy in his smile. "Chief Zheng, I know about the nomination for the Nobel Prize but are you really so sure?" Mu Tao stuttered and asked. Generally speaking, the period of the Nobel Prize was 10 to 20 years. In other words, it was considered fast if one could get the nomination within 10 years. Not to mention, how many years had Tu Youyou and invest in the artemisinin project? And how long did they take to get the prize? From when they got the Nobel Prize to the time they produced it, there was a gap of 33 years! But why did Chief Zheng Ren say it like it was as easy as taking something out from a bag? "Oh, the amount of surgery should be guaranteed. The rest depends on fate. If it really doesn't work then we'll think of another way. A living person can't be suffocated to death by urine, right?" Zheng Ren said with a smile. Xie Ning nodded and said, "As long as it can be solved with money, it's a small matter." Su Yun looked at Xie Ning thoughtfully. After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally said to Zheng Ren, "Boss, I'm afraid that you'll be sleepy so I'll remind you again. Don't tell me that you believe the professor's words that all charitable donations can be spent freely?" "Oh?" Zheng Ren wanted to prepare for the next surgery but when he heard Su Yun's words, he stopped. He turned around and looked at Su Yun as if he was looking at an idiot. Very few people looked at him like that. Su Yun was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and his hair stood on end. "Don't worry, it'll be fine." Zheng Ren smiled. He was so gentle that there was no hint of malice. "It's been sixty to seventy years since the last time a new technique has won the Nobel Prize." Su Yun's eyes narrowed. Zheng Ren was talking about another matter but when the two things were put together, it was more interesting. "What you mean is that all the patients for TIPS surgery sign a donation agreement so that the money is used for the experimental expenditures..." "Yes, that's right. It's not an experimental surgery, but a surgery that has already taken shape. It can be promoted in clinics immediately. There are also some small technical methods involved. I'll leave them to you." Zheng Ren yawned loudly as he staggered into the operating theater. "Chief Guo, can you win on this side?" Su Yun glanced at Chief Guo of the Orthopedics Department and asked. Chief Guo and Chief Sun were confused. This was Pengxi Village which was next to Chengdu where the outpost and transit station was located. Why did they hear the mention of the Nobel Prize? There was also a charity donation, with the first donation worth hundreds of millions of yuan? He was a little absent-minded. Su Yun was not in the mood to explain to Chief Guo and the others. Su Yun could feel the change in Zheng Ren's attitude. In the past, he had always criticized Zheng Ren for not being interested in the Nobel Prize. He was too pretentious. But today, when this guy came out of the operating theater, he said that he was interested in the Nobel Prize. This guy... He was so damn practical. How should he describe him? "Doctor Su, are you guys trying to win the Nobel Prize?" Chief Guo asked shakily. "Yes, I've been nominated. We're considered candidates," Su Yun said faintly. In the past, he had simulated his life countless times. Such scenes had long appeared in his mind and he would always feel very excited. However, when he said it at this moment, he felt that it was meaningless to hear it. There was no pride in it. It could not be compared to what Chief Jiang had said when he had just arrived and told him that they were the doctors of the Imperial Capital Hospital and that they had carried the injured down from the front. The words that they had braved the frontlines made Su Yun feel indescribable pride and joy. This was a brand-new experience that he could not get even when he had dreamed of winning the Nobel Prize ever since he was young. He had never thought that there would be one thing more important than winning the Nobel Prize. However, Su Yun now knew. There were indeed many things in life that were more important than winning the Nobel Prize. "Amazing!" Chief Guo praised although he still refused to believe it. "That's it." Su Yun said this and finally understood where Zheng Ren's indifferent words which could choke people to death came from. "If you don't have any d.e.s.i.r.es, you'll be tough." That was probably what he meant. "There aren't enough skin flaps. When you grind the tibia and fibula, you have to be careful," Su Yun said. "Don't worry. As long as the prosthesis isn't a problem, it can still be done. However, a 5cm stump is the limit. No matter how little it is, no one will be able to complete it," Chief Guo said as he nodded. Su Yun knew that this was the truth but when he heard that no one would be able to complete it, he really wanted to ask Zheng Ren. The meeting ended and they reached a consensus with the orthopedics department. Su Yun carried the three printed radiographic films and went with Chief Guo from the Orthopedics Department to the operating theater. Xie Ning looked meaningfully through the lead-lined glass at Zheng Ren who was preparing for the surgery. He was silent for a long time. Chief Jiang was also quite emotional. When Mu Tao came, he thought that Professor Mu was a demon. He did not expect that the two PLA military doctors who came from the frontline were actually candidates for the Nobel Prize. Damn it, an earthquake blew up the entire country's demon into his territory?
Chapter 712 - Old Man And Dog
Professor Rudolf Wagner walked around the hospital happily like a little sheep that had eaten coffee beans. He refused to turn back no matter what anyone said. The boss was still alive and judging from his voice, he seemed to be living very well. No one knew what kind of stimulation he had received but he was finally interested in the Nobel Prize. This was especially good news. In the past when he was in Sea City, Professor Rudolf Wagner still could not understand why Zheng Ren did not care about the Nobel Prize. Was it because his level was not good enough? Definitely not! In Sweden in front of Dr. Mehar, Su Yun's long translation might be able to tell some of Zheng Ren's thoughts. But no matter what, the boss finally had the fighting spirit. The professor wandered around for half an hour before he decided to go out and find a pub to celebrate alone. He let Little Oliver guard the ward to prevent any problems from happening to the patients after TIPS surgery. The professor walked out of Imperial Capital Hospital's compound alone. Although it was already past nine o'clock in the evening and it was already dark, the nightlife had just begun. There were quite a lot of people on the streets, even more than during the day. Professor Rudolf Wagner was in a special mood. He walked leisurely on the road. He was looking for a bar. He could not drink too much because there was still the operation tomorrow. Then he would only drink three... Oh, no, he had to drink five bottles of beer. After that, he would go back to the hotel happily. The professor walked aimlessly down the road. He was immersed in the joy that had yet to fade away. This was a kind of enjoyment. In fact, it made Professor Rudolf Wagner happier than drinking. The boss said that if he could win the Nobel Prize this year, then he would definitely get it. There would be no accidents at all. That was what the professor thought in his heart. Success after success had left a deep mark in Professor Rudolf Wagn
er's heart. The boss's words proved things would definitely work out! Tonight was so beautiful and the professor felt extremely happy. As he walked, Professor Rudolf Wagner saw a lot of people crowded in front of him. It was not a crowd, but a line. The line was very long. After a few twists and turns, he could no longer see what was happening at the front. Ever since Zheng Ren left, Professor Rudolf Wagner did not leave the Imperial Capital Hospital. He was so depressed that he used his work to numb himself. He did not want to remember anything, especially since Dr. Mehar would come to China to perform the second-stage coronary artery surgery soon. Whenever he thought about it, Zheng Ren's life would be unknown. The professor would feel that everything before his eyes was dark, and his life would be a lot dimmer. However, today was different. He knew that his boss was still alive, and Professor Rudolf Wagner could hear from the phone that his boss had a d.e.s.i.r.e for the Nobel Prize. That was enough, wasn't it? What interesting things were these people doing? The professor enjoyed life curiously and was full of interest in new things. He passed by the winding long line and saw a donation box at the front. There were volunteers busy expressing their gratitude. Was this a charity donation? The professor was a little puzzled. Then he saw an old man in shabby clothes who looked like a beggar, walking over with his back hunched. Behind the old man was a crippled puppy. The puppy was very sensible. It cautiously followed the old man like a guard, unwilling to leave him behind even half a step. The old man did not go to the donation center directly. Instead, he came to the end of the long line and lined up with the dirty puppy. Rudolf Wagner stopped in his tracks. He felt that everything in front of him was very novel. He was prepared to take a good look and then tell Chang Yue and Xie Yiren tomorrow. The atmosphere had been very depressing recently. The professor could feel it. He tried to make Chang Yue and Xie Yiren happy but every time, it was futile. Professor Rudolf Wagner estimated that he would tell them the news of the boss's call tomorrow. Perhaps they would be happier? Yes, definitely! Standing in the distance, the professor saw the old man take out a hard, brick-like pancake from his arms. He pulled hard, breaking off a piece. Yes, it was broken, not torn. At such an old age, could he eat such a thing? The professor was a little puzzled. Because he was getting older and older, the professor had said goodbye to many of the foods he liked to eat when he was young, even if it was quite troublesome. The old man handed the big pancake to the puppy next to him. After that, he stood in line and ate the pancake while holding it. The pancake was very hard. He took a hard bite before taking out a half-filled bottle of water and drank from it. Just like that, he stood in line and ate with the puppy who was relying on him. Professor Rudolf Wagner liked this kind of life. He even thought countless times that when he won the Nobel Prize and his life was complete, he would take his beloved violin and start wandering. However, he definitely could not eat such a hard cake. The professor enjoyed the freedom of wandering, not having to live in the wilderness every day. This old man, did he want to donate? It seemed that he could not even maintain his own life. The old man was very silent and the puppy was very sensible. It took a whole half an hour to eat the big pancake. After half an hour, the old man was already close to the donation box. The professor thought it was ridiculous to stand here for half an hour instead of going to the bar and drinking beer to celebrate the boss's return. After another ten minutes, the old man came to the donation box. The staff was very surprised but he still handed the old man a bottle of water enthusiastically. The old man refused with a smile. His face was full of wrinkles like a mountain. Each of the wrinkles was dirty with grease. He took out a black bag that had been worn out and carefully opened it. Pieces of change with a maximum value of five yuan were taken out. The old man carefully smoothed out the money and piled it into a stack according to the value. Finally, he handed it to the staff. Rudolf Wagner did not understand. He estimated that this money was only about twenty yuan. If converted into euros... It was completely unnecessary. Was he donating? For the sake of the faraway place, the place where the old man might not go in his lifetime? The staff put away the money and was very polite. One of the girls helped the old man away. After walking for more than ten steps, she said a few words to the old man and then bowed deeply. The old man waved his hand. The smile on his face appeared brilliant and kind under the neon lights of the night sky. The puppy seemed to know that it had finished the most important work of the day and began to run around the old man happily. The hunched back gradually disappeared into the night, disappearing into the colorful city lights. Professor Rudolf Wagner frowned. He seemed to have seen the boss' figure and understand why the boss put down the Nobel Prize and just left to help. Not only did he leave the Nobel Prize, but also the girl he loved. Well, brother Yun probably thought so too. Was that the case? Rudolf Wagner looked back and saw that the long line had not shortened at all. It was still so long that one could not see the end of it. He was silent. He had no intention of drinking to celebrate. The professor lowered his head. He was a little confused as he wandered around the streets of the Imperial Capital under the cover of night.
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