"Well, I'm now interested in the Nobel Prize." Zheng Ren said: "Is it difficult for you to help me contact the people in Ottobock?"
"Boss, not at all! If you have any difficulties, please contact me. If there are no difficulties, please contact me even if you create difficulties!" Professor Rudolf Wagner roared.
In the operation room, everyone except Zheng Ren and Su Yun looked at each other.
What does it mean
Why does this young Dr. Zheng seem to be telling the truth
"Boss, what do you want?" Professor Rudolf Wagner quickly calmed down, but his voice was still trembling, "I'll make a note of it."
"bebionic super smart bionic hand, Michelangelo smart bionic myoelectric hand; c-leg smart bionic knee prosthesis, genium smart bionic joint that can alternately go up stairs; 1c66 smart ankle carbon-brazed split toe foot, 1b1 smart bionic foot, 1c30 carbon drill base plate." Zheng Ren blurted out after careful consideration.
"Okay, leave this matter to me. I'll definitely do it, and I won't get into trouble." The professor's excitement and joy overflowed from the phone's receiver.
Zheng Ren hung up the phone, handed the phone to Xie Ning, and said, "Uncle Ning, thank you."
"Boss, you are really scheming." Su Yun sighed. Thinking of Dr. Mehar's coming to China for surgery, he felt more and more that Zheng Ren was too thoughtful.
If it wasn't premeditation, it was just luck.
Zheng Ren didn't bother to guess what messy things were going on in this guy's mind. He smiled and said, "With the most advanced prosthetics, it should be no problem to keep the knee joint."
"This..." Director Guo really couldn't understand and stammered.
"Generally speaking, a set of bebionic super smart bionic hands is similar to c-leg smart bionic knee prostheses. The price was about 8,000 euros two years ago. If you buy it in bulk, it should be cheaper. I think it should be enough. ." Zheng Ren said.
Su Yun turned his head and praised: "Boss, you are the most narcissistic person I have ever seen. Are you really so sure that you will win the Nobel Prize this year? The money from foreign charity funds is not given to you in vain. You don't Listen to Fugui'er, there are still some trivial procedures."
"I can guarantee that there will be no problem with the surgery. Let's talk about the rest later. Besides, according to your dark psychological speculation, Dr. Mehar still wants me to have surgery." Zheng Ren smiled, with a hint of relaxation and excitement in his smile. .
"Mr. Zheng, I know about the Nobel Prize nomination. Are you really so sure?" Mu Tao asked stammering.
Generally speaking, the Nobel Prize cycle is 10-20 years. In other words, getting nominated and getting it within 10 years is considered fast.
Putting aside the distance, how many years has Teacher Tu Youyou Tu invested in the artemisinin project? When did you get it? It took 33 years from production to winning the Nobel Prize!
But how could this Mr. Zheng Ren and Zheng be said to be as easy as picking something out of a bag
"Oh, the amount of surgery should be guaranteed, and the rest depends on fate. If it doesn't work, just think of other ways. A living person can't be choked to death by urinating, right?" Zheng Ren said with a smile.
Xie Ning nodded and said, "Anything that can be solved with money is a trivial matter."
Su Yun looked at Xie Ning thoughtfully, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally said to Zheng Ren: "Boss, I'm afraid you're confused, so I'll remind you again. Don't you believe what the professor said? All charitable donations , you can do whatever you want with the flowers."
"Oh?" Zheng Ren was about to prepare for the next operation. Hearing Su Yun's words, he stopped, turned around and looked at Su Yun, his eyes seemed to be looking at an idiot.
Very few people looked at him like this. Su Yun looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, with his hair standing on end.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine." Zheng Ren smiled, gentle and without any sharp edges, "It's been sixty or seventy years since the last time a new technique won a Nobel Prize."
Su Yun's eyes narrowed.
Zheng Ren was talking about another thing, but the two things together are more interesting.
"What you mean is that all tip surgery patients sign a donation agreement and use the money for experimental expenditures to..."
"Well, yes. It is not an experimental surgery per se, but a completed surgery that can be promoted in clinical practice soon. It also involves some technical tricks, which I leave to you." Zheng Ren let out a big sigh. , staggering into the operating room.
"Director Guo, can you handle this?" Su Yun glanced at Director Guo of the Department of Orthopedics and asked.
Director Guo and Mr. Sun were confused.
This is Pengxi Township, an outpost and transfer station next to Chengdu. How come I heard about the Nobel Prize? Charitable donation, the first amount of hundreds of millions of soft girl coins
Somewhat dazed.
Su Yun had no intention of explaining to Director Guo and the others.
Su Yun could feel the change in Zheng Ren's attitude.
I have always criticized Zheng Ren for not having the slightest interest in the Nobel Prize and for being too pretentious. But today, as soon as this guy came out of the operating room, he said that he was interested in the Nobel Prize.
This guy... is so practical.
How can I say that he is good
"Dr. Su, are you working on the Nobel Prize?" Director Guo asked tremblingly.
"Well, I have been nominated, and I am considered a candidate." Su Yun said lightly.
Once upon a time, he had simulated life countless times. Such scenes have long appeared in his mind, and he always feels very excited.
But now that I say it, I find it boring to listen to.
There is no pride at all, and it is completely incomparable to what Director Jiang said when he first came here: We are the doctors of the Imperial City 912 and we will carry the wounded down from the front.
Coming down from the front, Su Yun felt an indescribable pride and pride.
This is a new experience that even the Nobel Prize he had dreamed of since childhood could not give him.
I never thought that there would be one thing more important than winning the Nobel Prize, but now Su Yun knows.
There are indeed many things in life that are more important than winning the Nobel Prize.
"Awesome!" Director 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 that could kill people came from.
To be strong without desire is probably what it means.
"The skin flap is not enough. You must be careful when grinding the tibia and fibula." Su Yundao said.
"Don't worry, as long as the prosthetic limb is not a problem, it can still be done. However, a 5cm residual limb is the limit. If it is less, no one will be able to complete it." Director Guo nodded.
Su Yun knew this was true, but when he heard that it was impossible for anyone to complete it, he really wanted to ask Zheng Ren.
The communication time is over and a consensus is reached with the orthopedic department.
Su Yun took the three printed films and went to the operating room of the Department of Orthopedics with Director Guo.
Xie Ning looked meaningfully through the leaded glass at Zheng Ren, who was preparing for surgery, and pondered for a long time.
Director Jiang was also quite emotional. When Mu Tao came, he thought that Professor Mu was a great person. Unexpectedly, two PLA military doctors who came down from the front line were candidates for the Nobel Prize.
Is it really true that an earthquake blew up all the big names in the country to their own three-thirds of an acre of land