"This..." Director Guo still didn't understand, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "You must leave 10-15m under the knee joint to place the prosthetic limbs. Only 2-3m, and after installing the prosthetic limbs, it will fall off as soon as it moves. What should I do?"

"Director Guo, you are the most traditional prosthetic." Su Yun glanced at Director Guo and opened his mouth and was about to spray.

At this time, Zheng Ren opened the air-tight lead door and walked out.

"Who... please help me press, there are some things to deal with on my side." Zheng Ren looked at Liu Xuzhi and said embarrassedly.

Zheng Ren couldn't recognize who this person was at all.

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

He smiled at Zheng Ren, walked into the operating room, and began to press.

Because there is only one puncture needle hole, pressing the gauze, you don’t need to brush your hands anymore, which is easier. The patient is in a state of toxic shock with a low blood pressure. Zheng Ren left for dozens of seconds and nothing happened.

"Well, this one is..." Zheng Ren stuttered a little, as if he had not spoken for too long. Once he talked about it, it would be very strange.

"It's Director Guo of the Orthopedics of the Provincial Hospital." Seeing that Zheng Ren came out rarely, Su Yun realized that he had something big, so he took a step back and stood behind Zheng Ren's left.

"Hello, Director Guo." Zheng Ren took off his sterile gloves and his hands were covered in sweat. He hesitated for a moment, rubbed his surgical gown, but did not stretch out his hand.

"Doctor Zheng, hello, 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 release.

"Director Guo, are you considering the economic issue of installing prosthetic limbs?" Zheng Ren said.

"Prosthetic limbs, the standard reserved under-articular bone in textbooks, require at least 10m." Director Guo smiled bitterly. Why didn't he want to cut off one joint? But it really doesn't work.

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

"Director Guo, on July 23, 2007, in New York, USA, the American soldier Juanarredondo, who lost his left hand during the Iraq War, showed the function of a new type of bionic prosthesis." Zheng Ren said calmly: "Bionic prosthesis has been first listed in the UK, and now relevant companies in Europe and the United States have produced such prosthetics. This is a long time ago. Recently, it was reported that bionic prosthesis can adapt to residual limbs of 2-3m."

"..." Director Guo was stunned for a moment.

He knew about this news. However, due to economic reasons, few people in China have installed such prosthetics. If there are really rich people who need it, they will contact foreign hospitals to install prosthetics abroad and do related rehabilitation training.

Doctor Zheng, is this matter meaningful?

Zheng Ren scratched his head and asked, "Su Yun, have I called Fuguier?"

"No." Su Yun said affirmatively.

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

"Yes, it's just a dream." Su Yun said, "You have been busy like a dog. After getting off the plane with your phone, you stay at the airport. What do you want to use to hit it?"

Only then did Zheng Ren remember that what Su Yun said made sense.

That was the phone call I dreamed of calling Professor Rudolph Wagner.

Fortunately, I asked, it’s not a delay now.

Xie Ning looked at Zheng Ren and wondered what he needed. This fancy son-in-law is becoming more and more interesting.

"Who can lend me a cell phone? I'll be sure of something." Zheng Ren said.

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

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

Well, it's pretty good. I remember myself this time. Xie Ning was very satisfied when he saw that the embarrassing thing didn't happen again.

If you lower your expectations, you can actually achieve satisfaction easily.

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

It was Professor Rudolph Wagner's mobile phone number. Zheng Ren took a look at it at that time and still remembered it.

"Who, Gaha?" The professor's voice came from his phone, and Zheng Ren was in a strange mood. He really wanted to call Xie Yiren...

"Fugui'er, it's me." Zheng Ren said.

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

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

"Boss, boss, when will you come back? I miss you so much." The professor almost yelled.

"Fugui'er, talk about serious business." Zheng Ren said: "I remember you told me that there were donations from charity funds. Is this true?"

"I thought you were not interested in money," Professor Rudolf Wagner nagged, "It's really nominated for Dr. Mehal's Nobel Prize, and it's a promising nomination. 2-3 charitable funds have contacted me."

"I remember in Haicheng, you said I can use the money as I want? That's it."

"Boss, everything is as you wish. It's almost true, it's just a little insignificant. I suggest you buy a villa on the beachfront in Miami. Get up every morning, open the door, face the sea, and spring is in full bloom."

"Who taught you these messy things?" Zheng Ren asked with a frown.

Su Yun's face looked a little bad.

However, Professor Rudolf Wagner did not answer Zheng Ren's words and asked directly: "Boss, I'm glad you have finally returned from heaven and started to be interested in the circulating currency in the world. I hope you will come back quickly 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 like rabbits.

Nobel Prize? This young man?

What a joke!

"Fugui'er, talk about serious business." Zheng Ren said: "How much can a charity fund donate?"

"If you can win the Nobel Prize, you can start at least 50 million euros. If you only have a nomination, it will only be 10 million to 20 million." Professor Rudolf Wagner said.

"Okay, I'll go back after finishing my work." Zheng Ren said firmly, "How many euros have you brought?"

“10 million euros.”

"Dud City, Lower Saxony, Ottobok Company, please contact him. There are a large number of people on my side who need to install prosthetics...money, go from the donation." Zheng Ren said.

"..." Professor Rudolf Wagner was stunned for a moment.

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

"Are there any difficulties?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Boss, buy a prosthetic limb of 10 million euros? Are you..." The professor swallowed.

"It's 50 million euros. Well, you said that if you can win the Nobel Prize, you will have this number of charitable donations, at least." Zheng Ren said affirmatively.
Chapter completed!