Chapter 710 Humans, It's Really Real

"Well, I'm now interested in the Nobel Prize." Zheng Ren said: "Do you have any difficulty in contacting Otto Bock for me?"

"Boss, not at all! Contact if there is any difficulty, no difficulty, but also contact if you create difficulties!" Professor Rudolf Wagner roared.

In the operating room, except for Zheng Ren and Su Yun, everyone looked at each other.

What does it mean?

Why does this young doctor 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 this."

"bebionic super intelligent bionic hand, Michelangelo intelligent bionic myoelectric hand; C-Leg intelligent bionic knee joint prosthesis, Genium intelligent bionic joint that can alternately go up stairs; 1C66 intelligent ankle carbon brazing foot plate, 1B1 intelligent bionic foot plate, 1C30 carbon brazing foot board." Zheng Ren thought deeply and blurted out.

"Okay, leave this to me, I'll do it, I won't mess with Zhang Fei." The professor's excitement and joy overflowed from the phone's microphone.

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 that Dr. Mayhal was going to come to China for surgery, and felt that Zheng Ren's mind was too deep.

If it wasn't premeditated, it was just luck.

Zheng Ren didn't bother to guess what the mess was going on in his mind, and said with a smile, "With the most advanced prosthetic limbs, 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 intelligent bionic hand is similar to C-Leg intelligent bionic knee joint prosthesis. 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 said with admiration: "Boss, you are the most narcissistic person I have ever met. Are you really so sure that you can win the Nobel Prize this year? Money from foreign charitable funds is not given to you for nothing. Listen to Fuguier, there are still some trivial procedures."

"The operation, I can guarantee that there will be no problem. The rest will be discussed later. Besides, according to your dark psychological speculation, didn't Dr. Mayhal still ask me for the operation." Zheng Ren smiled, with a trace of ease and flying in his smile. .

"Mr. Zheng, I know about the Nobel Prize nomination, are you really so sure?" Mu Tao stammered and asked.

Generally speaking, the Nobel Prize cycle is 10-20 years. In other words, getting a nomination and getting it within 10 years is considered fast.

Not to mention, how many years has Mr. Tu Youyou invested in the artemisinin project? When did you get it again? From the output to the Nobel Prize, it took 33 years!

But this Mr. Zheng Ren Zheng, how can it be as easy as going into the bag and fetching things?

"Oh, the amount of surgery should be guaranteed, and the rest will depend on your life. If it doesn't work, then think of other ways. Living people can't be suffocated by urine, right?" Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Xie Ning nodded and said, "As long as it can be solved with money, it 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 are confused, so I'll remind you again. You shouldn't believe the professor's words, all charitable donations You can do whatever you want with flowers.”

"Oh?" Zheng Ren wanted to prepare for the next operation, but when he heard Su Yun's words, he stopped, turned around, and looked at Su Yun, his eyes seemed to be looking at an idiot.

Few people look at him with this look. Su Yun is like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, and his hair is standing up.

"Don't worry, it's alright." Zheng Ren smiled, mildly without any edges and corners, "It's been sixty or seventy years since the last time the new technique won the Nobel Prize."

Su Yun's eyes narrowed.

Zheng Ren is talking about another thing, but the two things together make it more interesting.

"You mean that all TIPS patients sign a donation agreement to use the money for the experimental spending to..."

"Well, yes. It's not an experimental operation itself, but an already formed operation that can be promoted in the clinic soon. It also involves some small technical means, which I'll leave to you." Zheng Ren let out a big breath , swaying into the operating room.

"Director Guo, can you take this side down?" Su Yun glanced at Director Guo of the Orthopedics Department and asked.

Director Guo and President Sun were stunned.

This is next to Rongcheng, Pengxi Township, where the outpost and transfer station are located. Why did I hear the Nobel Prize? Charitable donations, the first 100 million soft sister coins?

Some trance.

Su Yun didn't even want to explain to Director Guo and the others.

Su Yun could feel the change in Zheng Ren's attitude.

In the past, Zheng Ren had been slandering that Zheng Ren had no interest in the Nobel Prize, and he was acting too hard. 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 real.

How to say he is good.

"Doctor Su, are you doing the Nobel Prize?" Director Guo asked tremblingly.

"Well, it has been nominated, and it is considered a candidate." Su Yun said lightly.

Once upon a time, he simulated life countless times. Such pictures have long appeared in his mind, and he always feels very excited.

But at this time, when I said it, I felt it was boring.

There is no sense of pride. He just came here, and Director Jiang said that we are the doctors of Imperial Capital 912, and the words that brought the wounded down from the front are completely incomparable.

What came down from the front gave Su Yun an indescribable pride and pride.

This is a brand-new experience that he dreamed of winning the Nobel Prize since he was a child.

Never thought that there would be something 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.

"Great!" Director Guo praised, although he still refused to believe it.

"That's it." Su Yun said these words, and finally understood where Zheng Ren's indifferent words that could choke to death came from.

No desire is just, probably means this.

"The flaps are not enough. When you grind the tibia and fibula, be careful." Su Yun said.

"Don't worry, as long as the prosthesis is not a problem, it can still be done. However, the 5cm residual limb is the limit. If it is less, no one can complete it." Director Guo nodded and said.

Su Yun knew this was a fact, but when he heard that it was impossible for anyone to complete it, he really wanted to ask Zheng Ren.

At the end of the communication time, a consensus was reached with the orthopaedic department.

Su Yun took the three printed films and went to the operating room of Dawai with Director Guo of the Department of Orthopedics.

Xie Ning meaningfully looked at Zheng Ren who was preparing for surgery inside through the lead glass, and pondered for a long time.

Director Jiang was also quite emotional. When Mu Tao came, he thought that Professor Mu was a great man. Unexpectedly, the two PLA military doctors who came down from the front line turned out to be candidates for the Nobel Prize.

What's so special, did an earthquake blow up all the big cows in the country to one-third of their own acres?