"This..." Director Guo still didn't understand. He hesitated and asked: "You need to leave 10-15cm under the knee joint before the prosthetic limb can be placed. It is only 2-3cm. After the prosthetic limb is installed, it falls off when moving. What should I do?"
"Director Guo, this is the most traditional prosthesis." Su Yun glanced at Director Guo and opened his mouth to spray.
At this time, Zheng Ren opened the airtight lead door and walked out.
"Who is that...please give me some pressure. I have some things to deal with." Zheng Ren looked at Liu Xuzhi and said a little embarrassedly.
Zheng Ren couldn't recognize who this person was at all.
Liu Xuzhi didn't think anything of it, he was just curious about the final outcome of this argument.
He smiled at Zheng Ren, walked into the operating room, and started to perform compressions.
Because there is only one puncture needle eye, and the gauze is pressed, there is no need to brush your hands, which is more trouble-free. The patient was in a state of toxic shock and his blood pressure was not high. Zheng Ren was gone for dozens of seconds and nothing happened.
"Um, this is..." Zheng Ren stuttered a little, as if he hadn't spoken for too long, and once he spoke again, it seemed strange.
"It's Director Guo from the Department of Orthopedics of the Provincial Hospital." Seeing Zheng Ren come out rarely, Su Yun realized that he was in trouble, so he took a step back diagonally and stood behind Zheng Ren on his left.
"Hello, Director Guo." Zheng Ren took off his sterile gloves, his hands covered with sweat. He hesitated and rubbed it on the surgical gown, but did not reach out his hand.
"Hello, Dr. Zheng, you are young and promising." Director Guo didn't pay attention and directly stretched out his hand to express his respect for Zheng Ren.
Shake hands, let go.
"Director Guo, are you considering the economic issues of installing prosthetic limbs?" Zheng Ren said.
"Prosthetic limbs require at least 10cm of bone to be reserved under the joint according to the textbook standard." Director Guo smiled bitterly. Why didn't he want to amputate one less joint? But it really doesn’t work.
"You think it's like the kind of equipment in Forrest Gump..." Su Yun couldn't help it. Just as he opened his mouth, Zheng Ren bumped him with his elbow and shut his mouth angrily.
"Director Guo, on July 23, 2007, in New York, the United States, Juan Arredondo, an American soldier who lost his left hand in the Iraq War, demonstrated the functions of a new bionic prosthetic limb." Zheng Ren said plainly: "Bionic prosthetic limbs have already been launched in the UK. There are now relevant companies in Europe and the United States producing this type of prosthetic limbs. This happened a long time ago. According to recent reports, the new generation of bionic prostheses can adapt to residual limbs of 2-3cm and is more flexible."
"..." Director Guo was stunned for a moment.
He knew this information. However, due to economic reasons, few people in China install this type of prosthetic limbs. If there are really rich people in need, they will contact foreign hospitals themselves, go abroad to install prostheses, and do relevant rehabilitation training.
This Dr. Zheng, does it make sense to talk about this matter
Zheng Ren scratched his head and asked, "Su Yun, have I called Fugui'er?"
"No." Su Yun said firmly.
"Why do I remember taking the shot? Did I just squint for ten minutes and dream about taking the shot?"
"Yes, it's just a dream." Su Yun said, "You have been as busy as a dog. You left your mobile phone at the airport after you got off the plane. What did you use to call it?"
Only then did Zheng Ren remember that Su Yun was right.
That was the phone call I made to Professor Rudolf Wagner in my dream.
Fortunately, I asked, so it's not a waste of time.
Xie Ning looked at Zheng Ren, wondering what he needed. This hairy son-in-law is getting more and more interesting.
"Can someone please lend me your cell phone? I'm sure of one thing." Zheng Ren said.
"Use mine." Xie Ning handed the phone to Zheng Ren immediately.
Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Uncle Ning, thank you."
Well, not bad, I remembered myself this time. Xie Ning was very satisfied to see that such embarrassing things did not happen again.
Lowering expectations, satisfaction is actually very easy to achieve.
Zheng Ren wiped his hands on the sterile surgical gown again, wiped off the sweat stains on his hands, and then dialed a number according to his memory.
It was the mobile phone number of Professor Rudolf Wagner. Zheng Ren took a look at it and still remembered it.
"Who is it, Gaha?" The professor's voice came from the mobile phone, and Zheng Ren felt a little strange. I really want to call Xie Yi...
"Fugui son, it's me." Zheng Ren said.
"Oh, I'll go! Boss, you're still alive!" Professor Rudolf Wagner roared in surprise.
"..." Zheng Ren and Su Yun looked at me and I looked at you. They really didn't know how to answer the professor's words.
"Boss, boss, when will you come back? I miss you so much." The professor almost shouted.
"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 were not interested in money." Professor Rudolf Wagner nagged, "Really. I have been nominated for the Nobel Prize by Dr. Mehar, and it is still a promising nomination. There have been 2-3 A charity foundation contacted me.”
"I remember in Haicheng, you said I could use the money however I wanted? That's right."
"Boss, everything is as you wish. It's almost true, just some trivial procedures. I suggest that you buy a villa on the beach in Miami. Get up every morning, open the door, face the sea, and the spring flowers are blooming. .”
"Who taught you this nonsense?" Zheng Ren asked with a frown.
Su Yun's face looked a little ugly.
However, Professor Rudolf Wagner did not answer Zheng Ren's words and asked directly: "Boss, I'm glad that you finally returned to the world from heaven and started to be interested in the currency in circulation in the world. I hope you can hold on with your hands kissed by God. When the time comes, our Nobel Prize project has already begun!”
When they heard about the Nobel Prize project, Director Guo and Director Jiang’s ears stood up like rabbits.
Nobel Prize? This young man
What a joke!
"Fugui, let's talk business." Zheng Ren said: "How much money can be donated to the charity fund?"
"To win the Nobel Prize, you need to start with at least 50 million euros. If it's just a nomination, it's only 10 million to 20 million." Professor Rudolf Wagner said.
"Okay, I'll go back when I'm done here." Zheng Ren said firmly, "How many euros did you bring as a check?"
"10 million euros."
"Dude Town, Lower Saxony, Ottobock Company, please help me contact him. There are a large number of people here who need prosthetics... The money will come from donations." Zheng Rendao.
"..." Professor Rudolf Wagner was startled.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun could even imagine the professor's expression on the phone.
"Is there any difficulty?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Boss, buying a prosthetic limb worth 10 million euros? What are you..." The professor swallowed.
"It's 50 million euros. Well, as you said, if you can win the Nobel Prize, you will have this amount of charitable donations, at least." Zheng Ren said with certainty.
"Old... boss... are you sure you can get it this year?" The professor's voice was trembling.