"Yes, I'm interested in the Nobel Prize now," Zheng Ren said. "Help me contact Otto Bock's people. Is there any difficulty?"
"Boss, not at all! If there's a problem, contact them! If there's no problem, create one! "Professor Rudolf Wagner roared.
In the console room, everyone except Zheng Ren and Su Yun looked at each other.
What did that mean?
Why did this young Doctor Zheng say it as if it was true?
"Boss, what do you want?" Professor Rudolf Wagner quickly calmed down, but his voice was still trembling. "I'll take note of this."
"Bebionic super-intelligent bionic hand, Michelangelo intelligent bionic myoelectric hand; C-Leg
The smart bionic knee prosthesis, the Genium smart bionic joint that can take turns to climb stairs, the 1C66 smart ankle carbon drill foot board, the 1B1 smart bionic foot board, and the 1C30 carbon drill foot board, "Zheng Ren blurted out after careful consideration.
"Okay, leave it to me. I'm sure I can do it. I won't ruin Ma Zhangfei." The professor's excitement and joy had already overflowed from the phone.
Zheng Ren hung up the phone and handed it to Xie Ning. "Uncle Ning, thank you."
"Boss, you're really astute." Su Yun sighed. When he thought about Dr. Mehar coming to China for surgery, he felt that Zheng Ren's thoughts were too deep.
If it wasn't premeditated, then it was just luck.
Zheng Ren was too lazy to guess what was going on in this guy's mind. He smiled and said, "With the most advanced prosthetic limbs, it shouldn't be a problem to keep the knee joint."
"This …" Chief Guo really couldn't understand and stammered.
"Generally speaking, a set of Bebionic super-intelligent bionic hands sold for 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're the most narcissistic person I've ever seen. Are you really so sure that you can win the Nobel Prize this year? The money from the foreign charity fund was not given to you for free. Didn't you hear what Lil Fugui said? There are still some trivial procedures. "
"I can guarantee that there will be no problem with the surgery. As for the rest, they could talk about it later. Besides, according to your dark speculations, didn't Dr. Mehar ask me to perform the surgery? "Zheng Ren said with a smile. There was a hint of relaxation and exuberance in his smile.
"Chief Zheng, I know about the Nobel Prize nomination. Are you really so sure?" Mu Tao stammered.
Generally speaking, the Nobel Prize cycle was 10 to 20 years. In other words, it would be considered fast if one could get nominated within ten years.
How many years has Tu Youyou invested in the Artemisinin project? And when did you get it? There was a gap of 33 years between the production and winning the Nobel Prize!
However, why did Chief Zheng Ren make it sound as if it was as easy as taking something out of his pocket?
"Oh, the number of surgeries should be guaranteed. The rest will depend on luck. If it really doesn't work, we'll think of another way. A living person can't be suffocated to death by peeing, right? "Zheng Ren smiled.
Xie Ning nodded. "As long as it can be solved with money, it's a small matter."
Su Yun looked at Xie Ning thoughtfully and hesitated for a few seconds. In the end, he said to Zheng Ren, "Boss, I'm afraid that you're sleepy, so I'll remind you again. Don't tell me you believe the professor's words that all charity donations can be spent as you please? "
"Oh?" Zheng Ren wanted to prepare for the next surgery. When he heard Su Yun's words, he stopped and turned around to look at Su Yun as if he was looking at an idiot.
Very few people looked at him like that. Su Yun was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. His hair stood on end.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine." Zheng Ren smiled gently without a trace of sharpness. "It's been sixty to seventy years since the last time a new surgical method won the Nobel Prize."
Su Yun's eyes narrowed.
Zheng Ren was talking about another matter, but when the two things were combined, it was more interesting.
"You mean, all the patients of the TIPS surgery will sign a donation agreement and use the money used for the experimental expenditure …"
"Yes, that's right. It's not an experimental surgery, but a surgery that has already taken shape. It can be promoted in the clinic immediately. There are also some technical tricks involved. I'll leave it to you. "Zheng Ren let out a big yawn and swayed into the operating theater.
"Chief Guo, can you take down this one?" Su Yun glanced at Chief Guo of the orthopedics department and asked.
Chief Guo and Chief Sun were dumbfounded.
This was Pengxi Village, an outpost and transit station next to Chengdu. Why did he hear about the Nobel Prize? The first donation to charity was hundreds of millions of yuan?
He was a little absent-minded.
Su Yun was not in the mood to explain to Chief Guo and the others at all.
Su Yun could feel the change in Zheng Ren's attitude.
In the past, he had 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 theater, he said that he was interested in the Nobel Prize.
This person … was really f * cking practical.
How should he say it?
"Doctor Su, are you guys working on the Nobel Prize?" Chief Guo asked with a trembling voice.
"Yes, I've already been nominated. It can be considered a candidate," Su Yun said lightly.
In the past, he had simulated life countless times. Such scenes had long appeared in his mind, and he would always feel very excited.
But now that he said it, he felt that it was meaningless to listen to it.
There was no pride. When he first came here, he said to Chief Jiang that they were doctors from the Imperial Capital 912. They carried the injured down from the front.
Coming down from the front made Su Yun feel an indescribable sense of pride.
This was a brand-new experience that he had dreamed of winning the Nobel Prize since he was young.
He had never thought that there would be something more important than winning the Nobel Prize. But now, Su Yun knew.
In life, there were indeed many things more important than winning the Nobel Prize.
"Amazing!" Chief Guo praised, although he still refused to believe it.
"That's all." When Su Yun said this, he finally understood where Zheng Ren's indifferent words that could choke people to death came from.
That was probably what he meant by having no desires.
"There aren't enough skin flaps. When you grind the tibia and fibula, you have to be careful," Su Yun said.
"Don't worry. As long as the prosthesis isn't a problem, it can still be done. However, 5cm of the residual limb is the limit. If it's any less, no one will be able to complete it, "Chief Guo said with a nod.
Su Yun knew that this was the truth, but when he heard that no one could complete it, he really wanted to ask Zheng Ren.
After the exchange time ended, they reached a consensus with the orthopedics department.
Su Yun carried the three printed radiographic films and went to the operating theater with Chief Guo of the orthopedics department.
Xie Ning, on the other hand, looked meaningfully through the lead-lined glass at Zheng Ren, who was preparing for the surgery. He pondered for a long time.
Chief Jiang was also quite emotional. When Mu Tao came, he thought that this Professor Mu was a big shot. However, he did not expect that the two military doctors from the People's Liberation Army who came down from the frontline were actually candidates for the Nobel Prize.
What the f * ck. Had an earthquake blown up all the big shots in the country to their own territory?
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