"Director Kong, I'm back." Zheng Ren followed Director Kong with a smile and whispered.
"Did that surgery go well?" Director Kong asked.
"It's okay." Zheng Ren said: "Later, I met a patient whose lift rod of the electroplating chair exploded and suffered a penetrating injury to his lower body."
"Oh?" Director Kong paused slightly, "Is the surgery complicated?"
"The operation was okay. It was done slowly after the pelvic artery embolism. But the rescue awareness there was a bit poor and the equipment was not good enough." Zheng Ren said truthfully.
"Do you know what I mainly saw when I went to Haicheng?" Director Kong asked with a smile.
"It depends on my technical level." Zheng Ren answered honestly.
"In grassroots hospitals, the work is difficult, and you can't see the sky at a glance. Basically, those who can get out are the higher-level hospitals that they go to after taking the postgraduate entrance examination or doctoral studies. You are a special case." Director Kong opened the office, sat on the chair, and looked By Zheng Ren.
His eyes made Zheng Ren feel a little guilty.
"I remember when I went there, you performed an operation overnight. Your technical skills were excellent, and your thoughts on treating illnesses and saving lives were pure, so I went to see the director when I came back."
"Hehe." Zheng Ren felt a little embarrassed when Director Kong praised himself.
But what Director Kong said was also true.
The level of people around doctors in grassroots hospitals is about the same. Even if a genius is reduced to that place, he will eventually be unable to change the surrounding environment and can only enter higher-level hospitals through reading and other means.
I have finally met Director Kong, a bole.
"What happened to the hemodynamics you and Dr. Olson talked about yesterday?" Director Kong asked curiously.
"Oh, it's a problem of blood turbulence." Zheng Ren explained briefly: "As for turbulence issues, physical models are mainly simulated through Reynolds time-averaged equations. There are also two simulation methods, one is large eddy simulation and direct simulation. "
Director Kong regretted asking this question because he couldn't understand what Zheng Ren said.
Zheng Ren saw that Director Kong's expression was a little strange, and immediately said: "To put it bluntly, the solution to turbulence can directly reduce the resistance.
Due to the current technological level and computer speed limitations, direct simulation cannot be done. In that case, there will be too much data to be processed and it will not be achieved at all. "
"Huh? Even today's supercomputers can't do it?" Director Kong was stunned.
"Yes. After the emergence of E-class supercomputers, it should be possible." Zheng Ren said: "But it is estimated that it will take at least thirty to fifty years. This is still an ideal state. Dr. Mehar and Dr. Olson are working together To make a similar attempt, we want to use some technical means to exclude most of the invalid and useless data, and use existing technology to conduct direct simulations."
"Yes." Director Kong nodded. This time he understood what Zheng Ren said. "Is the research confident?"
"It's okay on my end. After all, the range of intravascular guide wires is limited, and although the amount of data is also huge, compared to the previous research model, the calculation amount has dropped by 85-90%. Existing computers... should no problem."
"Where's the calculation formula?" Director Kong asked cautiously.
"We haven't discussed it yet. The naming of the final formula may be jointly named by three parties. For example, the zheng-mehar-Olsen turbulence formula, or something else." Zheng Ren chuckled, thinking that in the future, formulas such as ZMO will not be widely used. Application, he found it particularly ridiculous.
I just want to be a doctor and have no interest in physics at all.
"If you do this project alone, is there any possibility of success?" Director Kong suddenly asked from a different angle.
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment and immediately understood what Director Kong meant.
It seems that Director Kong did not represent himself in this morning's conversation.
"Director Kong." Zheng Ren stood up formally, put his hands on his legs, and said solemnly: "There is no possibility."
"Sit down and talk." Seeing Zheng Ren's extremely formal look, Director Kong knew that he had guessed it, so he also changed his expression and said, "I guess you can't do it. If this is the case, all the progress information of the formula will be needed. "
"Okay!" Zheng Ren said.
"Comrade Zheng Ren, this matter is no joke." Director Kong narrowed his eyes and said.
"Director Kong, I know, I promise to complete the task!" Zheng Ren said.
"You are assigned an assistant. You don't need to do anything. Just add the assistance you want from the assistant to the agreement." Director Kong said.
"Physics expert?"
"Yes, there may be other identities."
"Okay." Zheng Ren agreed simply and simply.
There is no room for bargaining on this kind of thing.
It must be done both emotionally and rationally. Zheng Ren didn't want to get into specific matters. Mysteriously, there is no gossip attribute in his heart at all.
If it was a misdiagnosed patient, Zheng Ren would still be interested.
"Okay, let's go get busy." After finishing a big thing, Director Kong said with a smile: "The assistant is at the door. You can talk to him before you go to see Dr. Mehar and Dr. Olson later. chat."
"Director Kong, who are you?" Zheng Ren asked with a smile when he saw that Director Kong's face was no longer so serious.
"I don't know the specific information. This is no longer within my scope of authority." Director Kong said softly.
"Then I'm going out." Zheng Ren stood at attention, saluted solemnly, and turned to leave.
Opening the door, Zheng Ren saw a middle-aged man standing lazily at the door.
When Zheng Ren looked at people, his face was like a mosaic, and he couldn't remember the person's face at all. Even if that were not the case, he could not find any characteristics in this middle-aged man that people could remember at a glance.
This is the kind of person you can't find in a crowd.
"Hello, Doctor Zheng." When the man saw Zheng Ren coming out, he said hello, but his body remained motionless, still leaning against the wall. He was so lazy that Zheng Ren felt like he was about to take a nap while lying on the wall. .
Or a humanoid plant growing on the wall.
"Boss, over there... I'll go, why is it you!" Su Yungang wanted to talk to Zheng Ren, but was stunned when he saw the middle-aged man.
"Do you know me?" The middle-aged man was also stunned and asked in surprise.
"Did you come to Chengdu a while ago? During the earthquake, you were rescued at the provincial hospital." Su Yun asked.
"..." The middle-aged man was silent, and then asked: "Are you two the people Mr. Chen is talking about?"
"Who is he?" Zheng Ren asked doubtfully.
Su Yun knew him at a glance, but he couldn't tell that he had dealt with him before. Could it be a volunteer from Pengxi Township? Maybe.
"Provincial Hospital, Professor Huang Dazhi, the guy who was pumped with sodium nitroprusside after stent surgery for aortic dissection and aneurysm, and suffered from thiocyanate poisoning." Su Yundao said: "You are a comatose coder who still talks about coding, what are you doing here? "
"..." The middle-aged man remained silent.
After saying this, Zheng Ren had an impression. It turned out to be the guy who had been brought back from death twice by him.