St. Petersburg First State Hospital.
At the door of the ward.
A thin old man put his hands together and hugged the bridge of his nose, sobbing uncontrollably.
"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have voted. If it weren't for the Fields Award … If it weren't for the Fields Award … We wouldn't have lost the kind, smart, beautiful, and … brave Ms. Vera Pulyuy."
"Relax, buddy." Professor Fefferman patted the old professor in a black coat and sighed. Even though he also felt bad, he tried to comfort his friend. He said, "Think about it from another perspective, if we didn't award her this year, I'm afraid we would never have this opportunity to give her the glory she deserves. You should be glad that you voted for her and not someone else. "
"You're right …"
Everyone outside the ward was in a state of sadness.
The atmosphere inside the ward was also filled with sadness.
Lu Zhou sat on a stool next to the bed and looked at Vera, who was lying unconscious on the bed. He didn't say a word for a long time.
It wasn't until the doctor standing next to him reminded him that the silence in the ward was broken.
"Sir, visiting time is over."
Lu Zhou seemed to have woken up from his thoughts. He looked up at the doctor and spoke in a calm tone that surprised even himself.
"Can you tell me what her illness is?"
Doctor: "Are you her relative?"
Lu Zhou shook his head.
Doctor: "Then I'm afraid we can't disclose the patient's privacy to you. This is the rule. We have already contacted her immediate family, and he will be here soon. "
Lu Zhou nodded and didn't say anything.
He looked at the haggard face and went silent for a while before he spoke softly.
"I will definitely cure you.
"Trust me.
"So … I don't care if you can hear me or not, I hope you don't give up."
Because Lu Zhou spoke in his mother tongue, the doctor standing behind him didn't understand. Lu Zhou didn't move, so the doctor reminded him again.
"Sir?"
"… Nothing."
Lu Zhou stood up from the stool and left the ward.
It didn't matter if she told him or not. He naturally had his own ways to find out what he wanted to know.
This was not very difficult for him.
If he was worried about the cost of treatment, there was no need to worry at all. As long as it was within his capabilities, the last thing he lacked was money. If money could cure it, he was willing to pay any price.
As for privacy …
That was something only a healthy person with normal judgment would have.
If she really cared so much about these minor details, she could just wait until later to apologize.
…
The door of the ward was pushed open. Professor Fefferman immediately stood up and spoke when he saw Lu Zhou coming out.
"How is Miss Pulyuy?"
Lu Zhou: "He's still unconscious … I'm afraid it's not looking good."
"Ah, this is …" Professor Fefferman sighed and took off his glasses. He obviously had a lot to say, but he couldn't bring himself to finish his sentence.
The old professor suddenly stood up and grabbed Lu Zhou's right hand.
"Please tell the doctor for me that no matter what illness she has, please cure her! If it's about money … I still have a pension, I can take out some of it. If she dies here, it will be a loss to the entire mathematics community … Please! "
Lu Zhou nodded at the old professor and gave him a look of assurance.
"Don't worry.
"I know what to do."
Lu Zhou didn't stay at the ward for long. He walked toward the stairs with Wang Peng behind him.
However, when he walked to the stairs, he heard an argument next to him.
What caught his attention wasn't the argument itself, but the fact that Professor Sen Chongwen, the chairman of the ICU, was in the middle of this argument. It seemed like Sen Chongwen was trying to stop the man in front of him from doing something.
"You can't do this, her life doesn't belong to her alone, her knowledge —"
"I don't care if it's a Fields Award or a Nobel Prize! If she's that important to you, then why don't you pay to cure her? "
Standing in front of Professor Sen Chongwen was a burly middle-aged man who was about 1.9 meters tall.
His thick, rosy nose and belly highlighted the sorry state of his life. His brown leather jacket and oil-stained jeans looked as if he had just gotten off a truck.
His roaring voice made the glass shake. Professor Sen Chongwen was not tall to begin with, so he looked even smaller in comparison.
However, Lu Zhou still tried to calm the grumpy man down.
"Of course we'll contribute —"
The tall man rudely interrupted him and continued in an irritated manner, "Face the reality. You've read the diagnosis, she's hopeless!"
As soon as he said that, an unfamiliar voice came from behind him.
"Who are you calling hopeless?"
Hearing the voice from the side, the burly man's expression slightly froze. He turned his head to look at the young man walking towards him and couldn't help but squint his eyes.
"Who are you? This is none of your business, get out of the way, or do you want to pick a fight? "
Lu Zhou ignored his warning gaze and Professor Shigefumi Mori's gaze. He walked up and looked at the document on the table.
Ilich … Pulyuy.
That's probably the man's name.
Also, looking at the surname, he should be a relative of Vera. Lu Zhou didn't know why there was such a big difference in body size. There was no genetic evidence at all.
Lu Zhou followed the signature and saw the title of the document and the first few lines of the text.
[Give up treatment consent form …]
Lu Zhou raised his eyebrows and looked at the man who was a head taller than him.
"You want her to give up treatment? Who gave you the right to do that? "
"I am her great father, I brought her to this world, of course I have the right!" Ilich raised his chin and looked at Lu Zhou unkindly. "I don't need to waste money on a dead person. It's better to end her pain. "
Standing next to him, Shigefumi Mori said, "You don't have to pay a single cent. We know that Miss Pulyuy has some savings, and the Fields Medal itself has a prize of $150 million, which can pay for her initial treatment costs. We'll start a donation afterward —"
Upon hearing this, the man's eyes suddenly narrowed into slits.
A greedy green light flashed in the crack.
"She has a deposit?"
"Which bank?"
Lu Zhou saw the greed in the man's eyes and suddenly understood.
When Vera was in Princeton, she had a good salary, but she always lived in poverty.
He finally understood why she always avoided talking about her family, and even avoided talking about her middle name …
Even though Lu Zhou knew that it would be counterproductive to say something like this, he still couldn't help but curse out loud.
"You're disgusting …"
The atmosphere instantly froze.
His squinted pupils constricted slightly. The man looked at him and shot him a dangerous look.
"What did you say? Say it again. "
"I said you're disgusting." Lu Zhou stared at the man and said, "If I had a family like this, I would be ashamed to mention his name. Do you want me to curse you? I'm very busy, and I rarely curse people. But if you want, since you're her father, I can make an exception. "
Ilyich's face instantly turned red. He was like an angry bull, and his aura became dangerous.
Ilyich's knuckles made cracking sounds. He pushed away the nurse who tried to stop the fight and walked toward Lu Zhou.
"You bastard, do you want to die?"
"Do you know what you're like? In my eyes, you're like a noisy bug. All I need to do is press my hand, and I can paint your brain on the wall. "
Lu Zhou looked at Ilyich, who was getting closer and closer. He was quietly listening to Ilyich's roar. He suddenly spoke.
"I do, how about … you try to touch me?"
He was answered by a strong gust of wind.
Knowing that he couldn't win, the Russian didn't plan to argue with him at all. He swung his fist angrily.
However, Lu Zhou didn't have the slightest hint of fear on his face. He didn't even plan on dodging.
He had to admit that Lu Zhou's speed was fast, and it wouldn't be easy for him to dodge.
But for a professional …
Far from it.
Ilyich looked at Lu Zhou's face that was getting closer and closer to his fist. He had a cruel smile on his face.
Someone dares to laugh at my way of education?
No one in Nosovka dared to talk to him like this.
He swore that he was going to rip off this annoying guy's nose and stuff it into his mouth.
However, just as he was thinking about this, when his fist was about a palm's width away from that annoying face, a huge force stopped his elbow joint.
He didn't even see how the person moved, but he vaguely heard a cracking sound, followed by a huge force exploding from his abdomen. Then, his whole body flew out horizontally like a sandbag thrown from a truck …
Duang!
The trash can was smashed into the ground.
The nurse's scream came from the side, and the security guards who heard the news quickly surrounded them.
Wang Peng moved his wrist and looked at the person lying on the ground in a twisted posture. He spoke in fluent Russian.
"Just talk, don't hit him."
As for who told the man to hit him …
Lu Zhou didn't care.
The man's right hand was completely numb, and his feet were randomly kicking the garbage scattered on the ground. He tried a few times but couldn't get up from the ground, and he roared angrily.
He roared, "You're dead! How dare you hit me! I'm going to beat you up! Ahem — "
It was obvious that Wang Peng was merciful.
If that kick hadn't landed on his abdomen, and had been replaced by an elbow or knee strike on his chest, he would have been sent to the emergency room by now.
Lu Zhou ignored the man lying on the ground, who was barking like a wounded dog. He picked up the paper from the ground and tore it into pieces.
Just as he was about to find an intact trash can to throw it away, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a crumpled piece of paper on the ground.
If he wasn't mistaken, it fell out of the man's pocket.
And from the looks of it, it should be something like a diagnosis.
The scene was extremely chaotic. The security guards had already surrounded the scene, but the Federal Security Service arrived first. They controlled the situation and asked Wang Peng about the situation.
While no one was paying attention to him, Lu Zhou walked to the side and picked up the medical report from Ilyich's pocket.
However, when he saw the contents of the medical report, his heart skipped a beat.
Lung cancer —
Advanced stage!
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