On December 9, Zheng Ren and Dr. Mehar were invited to visit Karolinska Hospital in Stockholm.
Zheng Ren didn't say anything about Uncle Ning pulling out fish bones. He just pushed his wheelchair and listened to Dr. Mehar's explanation of various new medical machines and equipment as well as new developments in the medical field in recent years. In the field of scientific research, Karolinska Hospital has done quite well in all aspects. If it hadn't been for Uncle Ning's incident, Zheng Ren would have appreciated it very much.
But after the fishbone incident, Zheng Ren always felt something wrong when he saw various advanced machines, so he was interested in chatting.
It was a boring day, but Zheng Ren also knew that necessary social interaction was an indispensable part. Although it is said that receiving the Nobel Prize is related to the request of the Bruch family, the initial recommendation and subsequent running were all done by Dr. Mehar holding his broken body.
The respect for the elderly comes from the bottom of his heart. Without the support of Dr. Mehar, he would not be able to get through the first step. Zheng Ren understands this. No matter how much mental energy was consumed, Zheng Ren had to endure it.
It's really not as comfortable as knitting red rope in 912. Zheng Ren has always had this thought in his mind.
It wasn't until the afternoon that Zheng Ren regained his freedom and traveled around Stockholm. Everyone had a great time.
As night fell, everyone took a rest, but Zheng Ren was completely sleepless.
He silently looked out the window at the falling snow. It had been snowing heavily all day and all night, and there was no sign of stopping. It was very quiet outside the window, so quiet that you could hear the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground.
Time flies so fast, one year has passed like this. At this time last year, I was still busy in the emergency department of Haicheng. I don't know if it is busy there now. The snowy road is slippery, so there should be many injured people with minor scrapes, Zheng Ren thought wildly in his mind.
Then countless thoughts came to mind, such as small rocks, robotic arms, 912, and community hospitals. Zheng Ren didn't think about a certain problem seriously, but just let the thoughts in his mind roll. In the end, except for Yiren's birthday tomorrow, only small stones lingered in his mind.
That child is so sensible, so sensible that it makes people feel distressed. From the first scene of meeting each other to intermittently watching QQ chat, to now, every scene flashes before my eyes.
In fact, Zheng Ren didn't think how long Xiao Shitou could survive, even if he had the best surgeon in the world, and even if he had the backing of a private hospital and research center full of black technology like Berta, it was a pity that time was too tight.
It would be great if I could give myself another year.
Judging from Big Pig Hoof's attitude, Zheng Ren had already predicted this. The system has not issued a task. From a certain perspective, it means that the system believes that there is no possibility of curing the little stone under the current technology.
Thinking about it, Zheng Ren sighed.
Just take it as it comes, those words on Dr. Trudeau’s epitaph on the shores of Saranac Lake in northeastern New York—To es, To Relieve Often, To fort Always.
The literal translation in English was very boring, but when translated into Chinese, Zheng Ren felt that it had some charm, which he always remembered.
Sometimes healing, often helping, always comforting.
The doctor is not omnipotent. Even if he is the one who diagnoses the problem, it seems that the most he can do to Xiao Shitou is to help and comfort him. cure? Hope is too slim, Zheng Ren occasionally thinks so, but he also knows that he is just thinking about it.
To him, Xiao Shitou is just a patient; but to Xiao Shitou, he is his entire hope, even if the child doesn't show it.
Thinking of the strange expression of the little stone elf, Zheng Ren was not sad in his heart, but smiled.
He thought about Su Yun's problem. If possible, he would definitely exchange a Nobel Prize for Xiao Shitou's life.
Is the Nobel Prize meaningful? Of course there is. But for Zheng Ren, the meaning of the small stone seems to be greater.
But he had done all he could, and he suddenly touched his hair subconsciously. Half a head of gray hair, exhausted of all efforts, that's all.
When I return home, I will undergo interventional embolization of the liver for Xiao Shitou, and then perform a lung transplant. As for what will happen next, Zheng Ren doesn't dare to think about it, who knows what will happen again. I just hope that Xiao Shitou won't suffer too much and can recover quickly.
Zheng Ren stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the white snow in a foreign land, and his heart gradually became silent, without a single distracting thought.
After a long time, Zheng Ren stood like this, and the white snow outside the window was floating like that, seeming to merge into one.
Zheng Ren has looked at the little white fox many times in the system space, and he is used to entering this meditative and mysterious realm. After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Zheng Ren's hand moved slightly.
The event should be almost here.
After moving his cervical spine, he opened his suitcase, took out a backpack, and put two packaging boxes into the backpack.
Putting on his shoes, Zheng Ren looked at the time, three twenty-five in the morning.
It was almost at this point that he was quite satisfied with his biological clock. There were still about 3 hours before Yi Ren woke up, if jet lag didn't cause trouble.
When he went out, Zheng Ren looked serious, like a soldier about to go to the battlefield.
Arriving downstairs, Zheng Ren identified the location and stood in front of Yi Ren's window.
What needs to be done next is technical work. No matter how dexterous your hands are, it does not mean that it can be completed successfully.
After finding the location, Zheng Ren thought for a few more minutes, found a slightly secluded location, and jumped over quickly.
Standing firmly on the ground, he began to think about the direction of action. Although the words "Happy Birthday" need to be stamped on the snow with your feet, it is still quite difficult to make them look like dragons and phoenixes.
This was an impromptu idea. Seeing that it snowed heavily in Stockholm yesterday, Zheng Rencai thought of giving it a try to give her a surprise.
Not only that, but if there are pedestrians passing by, their understanding and cooperation must be obtained. If others don't cooperate with anything, there's nothing you can do about it. Whether it succeeds or not depends on fate, Zheng Ren has no idea that he must succeed.
Four two-meter-square Chinese characters were stamped out by Zheng Ren with his feet, and four characters - Happy Birthday - appeared on the white snow on the streets of Stockholm.
Looking at the time, Zheng Ren found that he had done it a little early. The snow was falling heavily, and Zheng Ren had to walk back and forth over and over again, being careful not to step out of the footprints.
That is to say, the body's resistance has been tempered by the system space. Otherwise, it will definitely freeze out in such a cold weather.
Under the light of the street lamp, the white snow flutters with circles of light, like countless elves with the breath of life falling from the sky.
Zheng Ren didn't have time to appreciate the beauty of nature. He carefully walked on the four Chinese characters and used his body and pen to engrave all of this on the streets of Stockholm and in Yi Ren's mind.
The snow was still falling, and Zheng Ren's head was covered with snow, which was pure white.