Chapter 1304: 1265 That Ceiling

Liu Zewei simply didn't hear the sharp sarcasm in Su Yun's words; his mind was full of one vortex after another.

Like bacteria seen under a microscope, turbulent flow visible to the naked eye in a river, the brilliant spiral arms of a galaxy seen through an astronomical telescope—from the infinitesimal to the immense, finally converging into the arterial blood he knew well.

Rushing forward, turbulent currents without number, waves lashing the vessel walls. Reefs stand thick—these are the atherosclerotic plaques in the blood vessels.

A guidewire, like a dragon boat, appears in the small channel, facing reefs, shoals, turbulent currents…

Countless data appeared in Liu Zewei's mind; just thinking about it made him feel the alcohol rising, his whole head spinning.

"Old Liu, what's wrong with you?" Zheng Ren saw Liu Zewei's expression was a bit odd and asked.

"Deadly Big Wusu is no joke." Su Yun took the large half-bottle of alcohol beside Liu Zewei and said, "Drinking too much, a sip is too much; I estimate Old Liu's tolerance is worse than yours."

"Boss Zheng, during the operation I can feel an intangible force. It's very weak, but it truly exists—is this the turbulence you spoke of?" Liu Zewei murmured.

"Zheng Ren, eat meat." Xie Yiren grilled a piece of meat to medium-well and placed it into Zheng Ren's bone dish.

"Mm-hmm." Zheng Ren laughed as he picked up the meat and ate it happily.

Seeing the two happy, Su Yun tipped back her neck and drank the large half-bottle of Deadly Big Wusu that belonged to Liu Zewei, wiped her mouth, and said, "Old Liu, you're right. It seems you've studied interventional surgery very deeply."

Liu Zewei heard Su Yun say that and laughed through tears.

I'm already quite old, and my working hours are almost the same age as these two youngsters before me. Now I actually want them to praise me, saying my research is profound…

A sense of absurdity welled up, and Liu Zewei worriedly shook his head.

"It's already good enough; many people go through life without realizing this." Su Yun praised, her tone losing its earlier sharp sarcasm, perhaps because of the half-bottle of Wusu she'd downed.

"Getting back to the point, the first observation of the transition from laminar to turbulent flow in an experiment was in 1839. Among the studies on turbulence, there are two landmark events: one is the proposal of the Navier-Stokes equations, the other is the definition of the Reynolds number…" Zheng Ren began to instill the concept of turbulence into Liu Zewei.

Turbulence is everywhere; like the blue smoke rising from a lit cigarette, that is a kind of turbulence.

Actually, in the end, neither Zheng Ren nor Su Yun has done particularly deep or breakthrough research on turbulence.

Even Su Yun only understands it conceptually but cannot put it into practice.

Because this involves massive computation.

Or, like Zheng Ren, relying on "talent" to blur the means of solving turbulence as much as possible, doing it by feel.

After all, this is the final bastion of classical physics; in the cognition of top-tier physicists, it stands on par with quantum physics. Moreover, from the word order of speech, turbulence is even harder to comprehend and conquer than quantum physics.

Perhaps turbulence is the bridge connecting quantum physics and classical physics.

As for medical physics, both Zheng Ren and Su Yun have studied it, but not deeply.

You're a perfectly good doctor—don't pretend to be a physicist.

Those geniuses have already researched physics to the core; all that's missing is this turbulence related to medicine that they haven't figured out.

Thus we see the importance of basic research.

Wine doesn't intoxicate; people intoxicate themselves.

Liu Zewei drank too much all at once.

Professor Rudolf Wagner seemed lost in thought, even losing interest in the beer placed before him, his eyes vacant, his right thumb, index, and middle finger pinched together and constantly rubbing.

What Zheng Ren and Su Yun said today, intentionally or not, is exactly what the professor felt in his hazy state but lacked clear cognition of—and even didn't know how to put into words.

Once brought up, that layer of window paper was pierced, and the professor suddenly understood.

But it was only theoretically enlightening; to actually put it into practice—something even Su Yun couldn't do—Professor Rudolf Wagner naturally couldn't manage either.

A meal proceeded in this strange atmosphere.

Liu Zewei had feelings, yet they were different from Professor Rudolf Wagner's.

He couldn't even touch it; he could only keep asking Zheng Ren and Su Yun for some intuitive insights.

Perhaps in a minute, or perhaps decades later, one day on a sunny afternoon, walking down a familiar road, he might suddenly grasp it.

Neither grilled meat nor Deadly Big Wusu excited Liu Zewei more than any technical improvement.

Su Yun explained things in an accessible yet profound way; Zheng Ren occasionally added a couple of sentences, causing the black hair on Su Yun's forehead to flutter without wind.

As for the professor, he remained in that simulated-surgery state, but in the end regrettably achieved nothing.

This meal, Su Yun gained the most. Not only did she drink a large half-bottle of Wusu, but Zheng Ren's few words gave her a deeper understanding.

But Zheng Ren also didn't know how Su Yun trained like that—she actually touched that ceiling.

Really, is she trying to steal the spotlight in Pengxi Township and from Mu Tao? It's possible. This flawless assistant who loves to show off truly is the kind of person who would do such a thing.

Xie Yiren, on the other hand, ate happily—five or six plates of bone-in steak, select snowflake beef, almost all of which she and Chang Yue finished.

Full of drink and food, Professor Rudolf Wagner and Liu Zewei left with deep regret.

They truly hoped this exchange could continue until tomorrow morning.

Unfortunately, tomorrow we have to operate on Dr. Mei Ha'er, and today Boss Zheng has unprecedentedly forbidden Su Yun from drinking alcohol. At this time, if we kept pestering him about more technical matters, it would be terribly inappropriate.

If that were the case, it's possible to be struck on the head by a hemostatic forceps, leading to cerebral hemorrhage and dying with resentment.

Returning home, Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren took Heizi for a stroll downstairs for over an hour before coming back.

Zheng Ren suddenly realized the advantage of Heizi.

So-called a couple's world—adding Heizi makes no difference. Walking with Heizi, Xiao Yi Ren became less shy.

After returning, Zheng Ren found Su Yun had turned off the lights early but wasn't asleep, sitting on the bed thinking about something.

He didn't disturb Su Yun; everyone has their own secrets. After washing up, Zheng Ren lay down directly.

First he greeted Xiao Yi Ren with good night, habitually picked up his phone, opened the little boy's avatar, and looked at his new status.

All night dreamless; when Zheng Ren woke up, the sky was already bright.

The next morning, after breakfast, he walked Heizi and came to the hospital.

Just entering the ward area, Zheng Ren heard a sound like a roar coming from afar.

"How the hell did you do this work!" the voice shouted angrily; Zheng Ren immediately recognized it as the foolish son of the elderly woman scheduled for surgery today.

Is this scolding the nurse?

Zheng Ren furrowed his brows and hurried into the ward.