Director Guo still didn't understand this ......, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "10-15cm should be left under the knee joint before the prosthesis can be placed." It's only 2-3cm, and after the prosthesis is fitted, it falls off as soon as it moves, what should I do?"

"Director Guo, this is the most traditional prosthetic limb. Su Yun glanced at Director Guo, and opened his mouth to spray.

At this time, Zheng Ren opened the airtight lead door and walked out.

"Who's that...... You press it for me, I have something to deal with on my side. Zheng Ren looked at Liu Xuzhi and said with some embarrassment.

Jung in couldn't recognize who this person really was.

Liu Xuzhi didn't think anything, he was just curious about what the final result of this argument was.

He smiled at Jung In, walked into the operating room, and began to press.

Because there is only one puncture needle eye, pressing the gauze, there is no need to brush your hands, which is more convenient. The patient was in a state of toxic shock of infection, and his blood pressure was not high, and Zheng Ren was away for dozens of seconds, and there was nothing wrong.

"That, this is ......" Zheng Ren stammered a little, as if he hadn't spoken for too long, and once he said it again, it was very strange.

"It's Director Guo of the Department of Orthopedics of the Provincial Hospital. Su Yun saw Zheng Ren's rare appearance, and realized that he had something big, so he took a step back diagonally and stood behind Zheng Ren's left.

"Hello, Director Guo. Zheng Ren took off his sterile gloves, and his hands were covered with sweat. He hesitated, rubbed his hand against the surgical gown, but did not reach out.

"Hello, Dr. Zheng, you are young and promising. Director Guo didn't care, and directly stretched out his hand to express his respect for Zheng Ren.

Shake hands and let go.

"Director Guo, are you thinking about the financial problem of fitting prosthetics?" said Zheng Ren.

"A prosthesis, the standard textbook reserved subarticular bone, requires at least 10 cm. Director Guo smiled bitterly, why didn't he want to amputate one less joint?

"Do you think it's like the kind of instrument in Forrest Gump's biography...... Su Yun couldn't help it, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was touched by Zheng Ren's elbow and closed his mouth angrily.

Director Guo, July 23, 2007, New York, USA, U.S. soldier Juan Arredondo, who lost his left hand in the Iraq War, demonstrates the function of a new bionic prosthesis. Zheng Ren said flatly: "Bionic prosthetics have already been the first to be marketed in the UK, and now there are related companies in Europe and the United States to produce this kind of prosthetics." This was a long time ago, and it was recently reported that bionic prosthetics can fit into 2-3cm residual limbs. ”

"......" Director Guo was stunned.

He knew the news. However, due to economic reasons, few people in China are fitted with such prostheses. If there is a real need for wealthy people, they will contact foreign hospitals themselves, go abroad to get prosthetics, and do relevant rehabilitation training.

Does it make sense for this Dr. Zheng to say this?

Zheng Ren scratched his head and asked, "Su Yun, did I call Fugui'er?"

"Nope. Su Yun said with certainty.

"How do I remember fighting? Could it be that I squinted for ten minutes just now and dreamed of fighting?"

"Yes, it's a dream. Su Yun said, "You have been busy like a dog, and you stay at the airport after your mobile phone gets off the plane, what do you use to fight." ”

Zheng Ren then remembered that what Su Yun said made sense.

That's the phone call I dreamed of to Professor Rudolf Wagner.

Fortunately, I asked, and it's not a delay yet.

Xie Ning looked at Zheng Ren, pondering what he needed. This hairy-footed son-in-law is really getting more and more interesting.

"Whoever lends me a phone, I'm sure of one thing. Zheng Rendao.

"Use mine. Xie Ning handed the phone to Zheng Ren as soon as possible.

Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Uncle Ning, thank you." ”

Well, it's not bad, I remember myself this time. Xie Ning was also very satisfied to see that kind of embarrassing thing did not happen again.

Expectations are lowered, but satisfaction is easy to achieve.

Zheng Ren wiped his hands on the sterile surgical gown again, wiped the sweat stains on his hands, and then dialed a number according to his memory.

It was Professor Rudolf Wagner's mobile phone number, Zheng Ren glanced at it at the time and remembered.

"Who, Gaha?" the professor's voice came from the phone, and Zheng Ren was in a strange mood. I really want to call the Shay......

"Fugui'er, it's me. Zheng Rendao.

"Oh, I'll go, boss, you're still alive!" exclaimed Professor Rudolf Wagner in surprise.

...... "Zheng Ren and Su Yun, look at me, I'll look at you, I really don't know how to answer the professor's words."

"Boss, boss, when will you come back, I miss you to death. The professor said almost in a roar.

"Fugui'er, get down to business. Zheng Ren said: "I remember you told me that there is a donation from a charity fund, is this true?"

"I thought you weren't interested in money. Professor Rudolf Wagner nagged, "Really. I have been nominated for the Nobel Prize by Dr. Mehr, and it is one of those promising nominations, and I have already been contacted by 2-3 charitable foundations. ”

"I remember in Haicheng, you said you could use this money as I wanted? ”

"Boss, everything is as you wish. It's almost true, but it's just a trivial formality. I would suggest that you should buy a villa on the waterfront in Miami. Wake up every morning, open the door, face the sea, and the spring flowers are blooming. ”

"Who taught you this nonsense?" Zheng Ren asked with a frown.

Su Yun's face was a little unsightly.

However, Professor Rudolf Wagner did not answer Zheng Ren's words, and asked directly: "Boss, I am glad that you have finally returned to the earth from heaven and have begun to be interested in the currency in circulation on earth. I hope you will come back with your hands kissed by God, our Nobel Prize project has begun!"

When they heard about the Nobel Prize project, Director Guo and Director Jiang's ears were as erect as rabbits.

Nobel Prize?

Are you kidding!

"Fugui'er, get down to business. Zheng Ren said: "Charity fund, how much can I donate?"

"To win the Nobel Prize, at least 50 million euros will start. If it's just a nomination, it's only 10 million-20 million. Professor Rudolf Wagner said.

"Okay, I'll go back when I'm done. Zheng Ren said firmly, "How many euro checks did you bring?"

"10 million euros. ”

"Dude City, Lower Saxony, Ottobock Company, you help me contact him. There are a lot of people on my side who need prosthetic limbs...... Money, from donations. Zheng Rendao.

"......" Professor Rudolf Wagner was stunned.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun could even imagine the professor's expression on the other side of the phone.

"Are you having any difficulties?" asked Jung-in.

"Boss, buy a prosthetic leg for 10 million euros? ...... you" the professor swallowed.

"It's 50 million euros, well, you said, if you can win the Nobel Prize, there will be this amount of charitable donations, at least. Zheng Ren said with certainty.

"Old ...... Boss...... Are you sure you'll get it this year?" the professor's voice trembled.