"Mr. Rafson, you know my relationship with Dr. Mehar. Twenty years ago, when I first proposed some speculation on the turbulence theory, Dr. Mehar kept coming to me and wanted to solve this problem."
"This damn problem was not solved by Sir Newton back then. I was just trying to complete the great man's regret, and I didn't expect to see even a small breakthrough in my lifetime."
"I received Dr. Mehar's email yesterday. I did not trust his judgment and became suspicious. I will definitely apologize to Dr. Mehar for this.
Until today when I saw the operation and the three-dimensional reconstruction of dynamic blood flow... my God! It must be that after Sir Newton's soul returned to the embrace of God, God explained the turbulence, and then he reappeared in the world and helped us, a group of ignorant people, solve this problem. "
"..." Rafson felt that he did not understand what Dr. Olson said.
Did he mean that a surgery actually solved the last difficult problem of classical physics
Damn it, that's impossible, I must have misunderstood it.
"Sir, Mr. Rafson, in my opinion, the operation process is just an experiment, and the human body is the most perfect simulation device.
The great Dr. Mehar is one of the greatest men in the history of science. He used his own body as a simulation device to show me, the Royal Academy of Sciences, and physicists around the world a perfect experimental process. "
"Hurry up, I can't wait to show Mr. Rafson the latest results of turbulence." Olson said to the researchers next to him, his voice a little urgent.
The world's most advanced instruments can simulate and reconstruct blood flow extremely quickly.
But I also waited for a full 10 minutes.
Then, a red background appears on the LCD screen.
This is a blood vessel, and the medical award judges present could see it at a glance.
The blood is constantly flowing in the blood vessels, and it only takes more than ten minutes to create this exquisite dynamic three-dimensional reconstruction. The black technology of the Royal Academy of Sciences made everyone present marvel.
"Please allow me to explain it to you." Olson smiled, but his smile could not hide his impatience.
Picking up the laser pointer, Olson walked to the LCD screen.
"The blood flows in layers. Different color spectra are used in the reconstruction to mark it so that it can be seen more clearly. The blood in Dr. Mehar's blood vessels is not like this." Olson said first, and then the laser pointer turned on. A red dot appears on the LCD screen.
"The power of laminar flow is so difficult to capture, and God decides when turbulence will form." Olson said quickly, "Here, looking at the smooth blood flow, a hateful turbulence is about to form."
Sure enough, when everyone focused their attention on the point indicated by the laser pointer, they saw smooth laminar flows colliding with each other, breaking like waves, and then a vortex appeared.
At this time, the micro guidewire occupying half of the screen appeared in front of the turbulent flow.
The judges of the medical school clearly saw a part of the operation process. Although they knew that the operation was completed perfectly, they still felt nervous when they saw this scene.
The advancement of the guidewire will be affected by turbulence and cause deviation. Just like a small fishing boat shrouded in a typhoon deep in the ocean, it will bump up and down, and there can be no other ending.
If successive turbulences occur, it is likely that the superselection will fail.
However…
The result that everyone imagined did not happen.
Before the guidewire encounters turbulence, it begins to tremble slightly and changes its angle.
"Slow down, slower still, I want 1/8 speed." Olson shouted, the sound spread in the central conference room, and the water in the water glass in front of Dr. Rafson began to ripple slightly again.
"Damn! Even 1/8 can't show the master's exquisite skills. 1/16 times the speed!" As Olson continued to roar, the speed shown on the LCD screen became slower and slower, and the water in the water glass rippled. The ripples are getting bigger and bigger.
"Yes, that's it. Please note that the operator cannot detect the appearance of turbulence from the screen in front of him.
Because you cannot observe the microscopic world only through your interventional images with such low resolution. "Olson roared with excitement, not caring whether the hearts of the elderly people present in the central conference room could bear it.
A fire was burning in his chest. This was a dream for physicists studying classical physics, and Dr. Olson went crazy.
"I guess the surgeon feels the power of the turbulence! Look, look!" Olson seemed to have transformed into a football commentator, and the laser pointer could no longer satisfy his surging emotions. He threw away the laser pointer, pointed his finger on the LCD screen, and shouted, "You see, that's it, the damn microguidewire is moving like an elf! It dodges, dodges! Oh, no ! I can’t believe this is true!”
"This is the work of the gods!"
"Avoid the turbulence! Look, the turbulence artist is unable to avoid the turbulence that continues to be generated. He actually controls that damn guide wire and goes right through it!"
"The power of turbulence is unpredictable, and he keeps changing his tactics! He is not a human, he is definitely not a human! This is a machine, absolutely a fucking machine!"
Olson's roar was like a wave, lapping in the hearts of the medical award judges.
Several people looked pale and ugly. They had already begun to take out the medicine and took it orally without hesitation.
"It's really wonderful. The guide wire actually passed through the turbulent layer and continued to move forward!" Olson roared: "This is the final addition to classical physics. If we can digitize the surgical process, we can finally reconstruct and refine the relevant theory. If so, the great Mr. Newton will be very happy!"
"Look, another turbulence, another perfect performance!"
"..." The medical award judges looked at Olson's hair and actions in silence, speechless.
"It's gone! It's gone again! The turbulence has no effect at all! I knew it was like this, I knew it was like this!" The voice became sharp, like an opera.
And he, like a tenor, was roaring, roaring, venting the passion in his chest.
"Dr. Mehar's judgment is correct. These hands are kissed by God and are used to guide us who are lost in the darkness. This year's physics prize must be his. There will definitely be no one else who can compete, absolutely not!"
Amid Dr. Olson's roar, the guidewire passed through the turbulent flows, as steady as if it had never moved.
"It's simply wonderful! We have been waiting for this scene for 200 years on the edifice of classical physics! Now I announce that the construction of the edifice of classical physics is completed!"
Following Dr. Olson's final roar, the snapping sounds were heard one after another.
The water glass in front of the medical award judges broke and water spilled out.