This year's International Congress of Mathematicians was definitely the most luxurious one ever held by the International Mathematical Union.
However, it was also the most troublesome one.
Who would have thought that something like this would suddenly happen during the 45-minute report.
Not to mention that Vera Pulyuy was this year's Fields Award winner …
Professor Helge Holden, the Secretary-General of the International Mathematical Union, was extremely busy just to deal with the reporters who came to eat human blood and stink.
"I didn't expect this to happen … Damn it, why does it have to be her?"
The office door was pushed open, and Professor Fefferman, who was wearing a coat, walked in.
Professor Holden looked at the door and immediately spoke.
"How is Miss Vera Pulyuy?"
Professor Fefferman shook his head and said, "I heard that he woke up a few times, but his condition isn't very good. The Russian Ministry of Health invited a few academic-level experts from the First National Hospital of Moscow, but cancer … Especially liver cancer and lung cancer, a diagnosis basically means a critical condition notification. The Russians are planning on arranging a transfer for Miss Vera Pulyuy. "
"Transfer? Where? "
"Apparently it's Beijing."
"China?" Professor Holden was stunned for a moment before he said anxiously, "Are there any famous anti-cancer hospitals in China? What I mean is, is this arrangement really okay? "
"There is no hospital in the world that can cure advanced lung cancer, my friend." Professor Fefferman sighed and said, "Even the United States, which has the best anti-cancer technology, can't do it. From this point of view, it doesn't matter where she's receiving treatment. Instead of this, it's better to make her feel better in her last moments … "
If it was discovered early and the cancer cells were removed in time, it would be fine. However, according to his recent investigation, when she first came to the clinic a year ago, she was already in the advanced stage.
This was also the same as most patients who encountered such a tragedy.
Rather, in the last year, she didn't give up on herself. She still completed her work step by step and lived every day to the fullest, which surprised Fefferman.
Accepting reality was not an easy thing to do. Even choosing to commit suicide after receiving the diagnosis to free oneself from the fear of the countdown to one's life was not uncommon.
He knew that he wouldn't have been able to do it when he was young.
If he knew that he only had 12 months left to live, he might not have chosen to commit suicide, but he definitely wouldn't have been so positive and optimistic.
No matter how interesting mathematics was, no matter how passionate he was about his career, he would still try to live a life that he had never lived before. He might even try doing illegal things …
But she did not do so.
Not only that, but she didn't even let the people around her feel that she was different from the day before, and she completed such an amazing job.
He originally thought that she was a timid, shy little girl who was not good at facing her heart. Other than mathematics, it was easy for her to not understand the situation.
But now, it seemed that even though he had lived to this age, his judgment of people might not be 100% accurate. She was stronger than he had imagined.
And gentle …
Professor Holden didn't understand Vera's situation, so he frowned and spoke.
"What do you mean?"
Although Professor Fefferman knew this, he obviously wouldn't tell him. He just shrugged and spoke.
"Nothing, I just think that the scenery there is good. She should be in a better mood when she goes there. No matter what, we can't send her back to Ukraine and let her middle-aged divorced alcoholic father take care of her. That is tantamount to murder. "
Professor Holden thought about her unfortunate family and went silent for a while. He then sighed softly.
"If you say so … then that's what we can do."
At this moment, his assistant walked in from outside the office.
"Professor, this conference will end in two days. The Corinthia Hotel asked us what we plan to do with the scene in lecture hall 7."
Professor Holden went silent for a while and said, "… Let them handle it."
In fact, this wasn't a criminal case, so there was no need to close the scene.
The reason why he did this was because he didn't want this lecture hall to affect the mood of the ongoing International Congress of Mathematicians. He wanted to minimize this negative impact as much as possible.
Now that the report was about to end, it was better to let the hotel handle it.
The assistant nodded and said, "Okay, professor, do you have the key to the lecture hall?"
"Key?" Professor Holden paused for a second and frowned. He said, "I never put more than three keys in my pocket. If I remember correctly, the key to lecture hall 7 should be with you."
The assistant seemed to have realized something and continued to speak with some apprehension.
"But five days ago, Professor Lu found me and asked me to take him to lecture hall 7. After I took him there, he borrowed the key from me and said that he would contact you later and return the key directly to you. "
"Professor Lu took the key from you? I don't remember him contacting me. "Professor Holden frowned and stood up. He then said," Wait a second, I'll go take a look at the lecture hall. "
Even though it wasn't a big deal for Professor Lu to borrow the key, he still wanted to take a look.
Professor Fefferman saw Professor Holden walking toward the office door, and he quickly followed Professor Holden.
"I'll go with you."
Professor Holden quickly walked through the corridor and greeted all the people who greeted him along the way. He brought Professor Fefferman to the door of lecture hall No. 7. He knocked on the door and found that it wasn't locked.
After hesitating for a second, he reached out and pushed the door open.
Accompanied by a squeaking sound, the oppressive air blew into his face.
Obviously, the person sitting inside had been here for a long time.
Professor Holden stared at Lu Zhou, who was sitting on the podium. Soon after, Professor Holden's attention was drawn to the eight whiteboards in front of him.
It wasn't just Professor Holden, Professor Fefferman, who was standing behind him, was also stunned.
He stared at the whiteboard in disbelief. His eyes swept through the lines of calculations and the conclusion on the last whiteboard. He gulped and spoke with a trembling voice.
"You … proved it?"
"You can say that. Although it wasn't the 'very simple' method that Sir Atiyah mentioned, and I'm not sure how many people could understand it, but … it's solved. I'm sure of it."
Lu Zhou touched the bridge of his nose and thought for a while. He looked at Professor Holden, who had turned into a statue, and Professor Fefferman, whose shoulders were constantly shaking.
"If it's okay, can you get me a sandwich?"
"I'm a little hungry, two would be best."
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