Chapter 1395: with translation of chapter title

"Director Kong, I'm back." Zheng Ren smiled and followed behind Director Kong, speaking softly.

"Is that side Shou Bing still going smoothly?" Director Kong asked.

"Not bad." Zheng Ren said: "Later I encountered a patient whose electroplating chair lift rod exploded, causing a penetrating injury to the lower body."

"Oh?" Director Kong's body paused slightly, "Is the Shou Bing complicated?"

"The Shou Bing was fine; after the pelvic artery embolism, we slowly proceeded. It's just that the rescue awareness on that side is a bit lacking, and the equipment isn't good enough." Zheng Ren spoke frankly.

"Do you know what I mainly went to Hai Cheng to see back then?" Director Kong asked with a smile.

"To see my Technique level." Zheng Ren answered honestly.

"Grassroots Hospital, work is tough, you can't see the sky at a glance. Basically those who can leave are those who went to a higher-level Hospital after postgraduate studies or earning a doctorate. You, you're an exception." Director Kong opened the office, sat down in the chair, and looked at Zheng Ren.

His gaze made Zheng Ren feel a bit guilty.

"I remember when I went there, you did a Shou Bing all night. Your Technique level was solid, and your idea of curing diseases and saving people was pure, so when I came back I looked for the director."

"Hehe." Zheng Ren felt a bit embarrassed hearing Director Kong praise him.

But what Director Kong said was also true.

The doctors at grassroots Hospitals have roughly similar levels; even if a genius ends up in that situation, they ultimately cannot change the surrounding environment and can only enter a higher-level Hospital through studying and similar means.

I suppose I've encountered Director Kong, this patron.

"Yesterday, what exactly was the hemodynamics you discussed with Doctor Olsson?" Director Kong asked curiously.

"Oh, it's the problem of blood turbulence." Zheng Ren simply explained: "Regarding the turbulence problem, physics models mainly simulate using the Reynolds time-averaged equation. There are also two simulation methods: one is large-eddy simulation and direct simulation."

Director Kong regretted asking this question a bit; Zheng Ren's explanation, he didn't understand.

Zheng Ren noticed Director Kong's expression was a bit odd, and immediately said: "Put simply, solving turbulence directly reduces resistance."

Because current technology level and computer operating speed are limited, direct simulation cannot be done. In that case, the amount of data to process is too much, basically impossible.

"Huh? Even current supercomputers can't do it?" Director Kong exclaimed in astonishment.

"Yes. After an E-level supercomputer appears, it should be possible." Zheng Ren said: "However, it's estimated that at least thirty to fifty years are still needed, and this is under ideal conditions. Doctor Mei Ha'er and Doctor Olsson are together attempting something similar, wanting to exclude most invalid, useless data through some technical means, and use existing technology to conduct direct simulation."

"Hmm." Director Kong nodded; this time he understood what Zheng Ren said, "Is the research assured?"

"My side is fine. After all, the range that an intravascular guidewire passes through is limited; although the data volume is also huge, compared to previous research models, the calculation amount has decreased by 85-90%. Existing computers... should be fine."

"What about the calculation formula?" Director Kong asked cautiously.

"Not discussed yet; the final naming of the formula might adopt a tripartite joint naming. For example, zheng-mehar-Olsen turbulence formula, or something else." Zheng Ren hehe laughed, thinking that in the future formulas like ZMO would be widely applied, he found it especially absurd.

I just want to be a doctor; I have no interest in physics at all.

"If you were to do this project alone, what are the chances of success?" Director Kong suddenly asked from a different angle.

Zheng Ren froze for a moment, then immediately understood Director Kong's meaning.

It seems that in this morning's talk, Director Kong was not representing himself.

"Director Kong." Zheng Ren stood up very formally, hands placed at his sides, and said in a deep voice: "There is no possibility at all."

"Sit down and speak." Director Kong, seeing Zheng Ren's extremely formal demeanor, knew he had already guessed, and also changed his expression, saying: "Having guessed that you can't do it, if that's the case, we need all progress data on the formula."

"Good!" Zheng Ren said.

"Zheng Ren comrade, this matter is no joke." Director Kong narrowed his eyes and said.

"Director Kong, I know, I guarantee to complete the task!" Zheng Ren said.

"I've equipped you with an assistant; you don't need to do anything, just add the assistant's assistance in the Agreement." Director Kong said.

"Physics expert?"

"Right, there might also be other identities."

"Good." Zheng Ren agreed simply and straightforwardly.

For such matters, I have no room to bargain.

Emotionally and rationally, it must be done. As for the specific matters, Zheng Ren also doesn't want to get involved. Mysterious and secretive, he fundamentally has no gossip inclination in his heart.

If it were a misdiagnosed patient, Zheng Ren would still be interested.

"Alright, go get busy." Director Kong, having finished handling a big matter, smiled and said: "The assistant is right at the door; before you go see Doctor Mei Ha'er and Doctor Olsson later, first have a chat with him."

"Director Kong, who is it?" Zheng Ren saw Director Kong's expression wasn't so stern, so he smiled and asked.

"I'm not clear on the specific details; this is already outside my authority." Director Kong said softly.

"Then I'll go out." Zheng Ren stood at attention, saluted, very solemnly, turned and left.

Opening the door, Zheng Ren saw a middle-aged man lazily standing at the doorway.

Zheng Ren looks at people, his face seems to be covered in a mosaic, making it impossible for him to remember faces. Even if not so, he cannot find any feature on this middle-aged man that would let one remember at a glance.

This is the kind of person who, if thrown into a crowd, you can't find.

"Doctor Zheng, Greeting." The man saw Zheng Ren come out, greeted with his mouth, but his body remained motionless, still leaning against the wall, so lazy that Zheng Ren felt he was about to sleep lying on the wall.

Or perhaps a humanoid plant growing on the wall.

"Boss, that... I was going to tell Zheng Ren something, but seeing the middle-aged man, Su Yun froze."

"You know me?" The middle-aged man also froze, surprised.

"Weren't you in Rongcheng not long ago? During the earthquake, and later you helped in the rescue at Provincial Hospital." Su Yun asked.

"……" The middle-aged man stayed silent, then asked: "The person Lao Chen Director mentioned, is it the two of you?"

"Who is he?" Zheng Ren asked doubtfully.

Su Yun recognized him at a glance, but he himself couldn't tell that they had interacted before. Maybe he was a volunteer from Pengxi Xiang? Possibly.

"Provincial Hospital, Professor Huang Dazhi, after the aortic dissection aneurysm stent procedure, pumping nitroprusside, the guy who developed thiocyanate poisoning." Su Yun said: "That's the code farmer who, even in a coma, kept speaking code; what are you here for?"

"……" The middle-aged man remained silently silent.

Saying that, Zheng Ren recalled: it turned out to be that guy whom I had brought back from the brink of death twice.