In the pure white system space, Lu Zhou stared at his empty inventory as he quietly spaced out.
Around an hour ago, after he read Vera's diagnosis, he came here. Even though he didn't know why he came here, his intuition told him that this was the only place that could save her.
Terminal cancer …
As far as Lu Zhou knew, other than misdiagnoses, there was no precedent of a cure.
But he believed that for people from the future or biotechnology, cancer cells should be a piece of cake.
However, the situation was obviously not as optimistic as he imagined.
Nitrogen shield?
This thing was definitely not going to be of any use.
Energy Serum?
What she needed now was a good rest, not to wake up on steroids and write her will.
There were still a few memory enhancement pills left …
But it was obviously useless.
Easter egg?
When Lu Zhou saw the dazzling colorful egg lying alone in his inventory, he almost laughed.
This thing was a joke. It was the most insincere thing he had ever gotten from the system …
Okay, it was only one of them.
Lu Zhou closed his inventory with mixed feelings. He looked at his characteristic panel and went silent.
Normally speaking, patients with terminal lung cancer only had a lifespan of three to twelve months. How long they could live depended on the cancer cells themselves.
Of course, if the patient was in good health, actively cooperated with treatment, and received good care, their lifespan would be correspondingly extended. There were clinical cases of terminal lung cancer patients living for more than seven years.
But even then, it was only seven years.
Moreover, the pain of chemotherapy was even worse than death.
From this point of view, her father might not be wrong.
Rather than living a life worse than death, it was better to end the pain earlier.
However, his motive wasn't that noble …
Lu Zhou closed his useless inventory and returned to the real world.
He looked at the unfamiliar hotel room ceiling. He took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly.
He would do what he said.
Even if the system couldn't do anything …
He would definitely wake her up!
…
The door was pushed open, and Lu Zhou walked out of the room.
He looked at Wang Peng, who had returned from the hospital, and asked.
"Is the problem serious?"
Wang Peng: "What do you mean?"
Lu Zhou replied, "About the assault."
Wang Peng smiled and said, "That's a small matter."
Lu Zhou: "What about the Ukrainian called Ilyich?"
Wang Peng: "He left after being warned by the Federal Security Service. Before he left, he said that he would sue you, but I think he was bluffing."
In that case, there shouldn't be any problems.
Lu Zhou nodded and extended his right hand.
"Lend me your phone."
Wang Peng knew what Lu Zhou wanted. He took out the mobile phone that the Russian named Maxim had given him when he got off the plane.
After taking the phone, Lu Zhou pressed the dial button and made a call.
The phone rang three times before it quickly connected. Lu Zhou could hear the English voice on the other end of the phone.
"You're calling me so soon, what's up?"
Lu Zhou: "Do me a favor."
Maxim: "Solve the problem at the hospital?"
Lu Zhou: "… You guessed it?"
Maxim: "Of course, we already arranged for the best hospital in Moscow. Once her condition stabilizes, we'll transfer her to another hospital."
Is this a favor for the nuclear power plant?
Apparently, the Federal Security Service really investigated the Russian power grid system in Eastern Europe and found malicious code planted in the system. Apparently, the malicious code had been lurking for a long time.
But regardless, it was good to have someone to help.
Lu Zhou paused for a second and said, "Since you guys are so enthusiastic, then help."
When Maxim heard Lu Zhou's words, he frowned and said, "What do you want to do … Even the best hospital in Moscow can only try to control her condition and reduce her pain. Forget about Russia, even the most advanced cancer treatment in the United States can't do a better job."
If it was early stage, it would be fine. Even if it was in the middle stage.
But late stage …
This was an academic problem faced by the global medical community. It wasn't something that could be solved by a single hospital.
"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to cure her." Lu Zhou took a deep breath and said, "After her condition stabilizes, help me transfer her to Beijing."
Maxim: "Transfer her to Beijing?"
Lu Zhou nodded.
"Yeah, I'll think of a way."
…
The report continued.
However, the atmosphere was a bit gloomy.
Especially after Vera's report, the speaker was a bit absent-minded, and the listeners weren't paying attention. When it was lunchtime, the entire cafeteria was filled with people discussing this matter.
"Did you hear what her illness is?"
"Apparently it's leukemia."
"Leukemia? Leukemia causes vomiting blood? I heard it's stomach cancer … And it's terminal! "
"Really?"
"I don't know, but I heard that Professor Shigefumi Mori almost got into a fight with her father in the hospital because her father wanted her to give up the treatment and take the 15000 Canadian dollars."
"God, it's actually for the $15000 bonus … Is this something a human would do? If it's Vera Pulyuy, her annual salary at Princeton is more than 100,000 USD. "
"You can never guess the mind of a drunkard, especially when that person is Russian. Maybe he thinks his daughter has some savings, and if something happens to her, the money will be his. "
"Hey, watch what you're saying, what are you talking about?"
"Sorry, I apologize …"
"…"
Lu Zhou quietly ate his lunch as he blocked out the voices around him.
Schulz sat across from him and wanted to comfort him. However, when he saw Lu Zhou's thoughtful expression, he gave up on the idea. He just ate his lunch in silence.
In the end, when Lu Zhou finished eating, he suddenly spoke.
"The news is already spreading on MathOverflow … I saw a photo posted by someone, did you hit someone at the hospital?"
Lu Zhou: "My driver did it, the other person attacked first."
Schultz: "It's better if you explain."
"There's nothing to explain." Lu Zhou wiped his mouth and threw the napkin into the trash can. He then stood up and said, "There are too many boring people out there, I can't deal with them all."
Cancer was an academic problem that had been plaguing human civilization for thousands of years. It was impossible to solve it as easily as solving a mathematics problem.
However, to him, there were still two options other than the normal methods.
Lu Zhou didn't stay in the restaurant for long. Instead, he went straight to the temporary office set up by the International Mathematical Union. The secretary general of the organizing committee probably went to eat, but his assistant was on duty.
When the assistant saw that the person who knocked on the door was Lu Zhou, he immediately put down the cutlery in his hand. He took a tissue from the side and hurriedly wiped his mouth. He smiled and spoke.
He smiled and said, "Dear Professor Lu, how can I help you?"
"Go back to eating, don't mind me, I'm just here to ask." Lu Zhou paused for a second and said, "Is the whiteboard in lecture hall 7 still there?"
The assistant paused for a second, but he quickly replied, "It's still there.
"It's still there … After that incident, the lecture hall was temporarily closed."
Lu Zhou: "Can you take me to see it?"
Hearing this request, the assistant's expression became somewhat awkward.
"The Secretary-General wants to close off the scene for the time being. After the report is over, we will communicate with the hotel about the accident … If you want to see the things on the whiteboard, we have already recorded the contents in the meeting minutes. I recommend that you —"
Lu Zhou repeated, this time in a declarative tone.
"Take me to your secretary general, I'll talk to him later."
The assistant hesitated for a second and finally nodded.
"Oh … okay."
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