Chapter 3126: with translation of chapter title

2922 I love her, what does it have to do with the world?

By the time Professor Rudolf Wagner arrived, it was already very late. During this period, with various banquets, speeches, and exchanges, the professor felt he had reached the pinnacle of life.

He should have gone to pick up Zheng Ren earlier, but whenever the professor thought of the Boss calling him back to do Shou Bing, after being refused, that inexplicable little embarrassment made him just want to escape.

In the professor's mind, the Boss is extremely strong in medical expertise, strong to the point of being untouchable. However, the logic of what the Boss does is worlds apart from his own; they are not even the same kind of person.

Professor Rudolf Wagner seemed to think that having won the Nobel Prize, achieving fame and success, he had already reached the peak, and for the rest of his life he had switched to enjoying life.

Is it that the yacht is hard to handle, or that the fresh-faced model is not pleasing to the eye?

Going to the Operating Room every day to face patients and X‑ray radiation—are you tired of living too long?!

As for Interventional surgery, considering himself second best in the world, Professor Rudolf Wagner had his own judgment and awareness of this. He didn't even want to be first; each time he thought of the Boss performing Shou Bing, he sensed a vague gap he could only roughly judge but not precisely feel, and then the professor would feel a bit pressured, thinking that being second best in the world wasn't so bad either.

But to come and receive the award, the Boss had already arrived in Stockholm; if he himself were too late, it would really be inexcusable.

But just thinking that Yun Ge'er would mock him sarcastically, Professor Rudolf Wagner couldn't help but get a headache.

Whether he should meet or not, he had to meet; there was no escaping it.

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The late‑night snack had ended, because he still needed to revise the data for the new product display and add today's Shou Bing video, so Xie Ning left early.

The others, suffering from jet lag, were already so sleepy they could barely keep their eyes open, and Zheng Ren had driven them all back. Only he and Su Yun remained, waiting in a small bar for Professor Rudolf Wagner to arrive.

"Boss, Fugui'er will be here in half an hour." Su Yun held her phone, her expression worth pondering.

"Oh." Zheng Ren acted as if he hadn't heard, repeatedly reviewing the Shou Bing footage.

"I just don't get it—what's there to see in a recording? Are you really planning to do Shou Bing under these network‑delay conditions?" Su Yun said disdainfully, "The latency on a 5G wireless end is only 10‑20 ms; although it's not as fast as fiber, once you're back in China these issues don't exist."

"Don't you think that when there's delay, it lets you make a special judgment about your own nerve reaction speed?" Zheng Ren said in a rather roundabout way.

"Only you would ponder such things; extreme scenarios are meaningless. It's like the diagnosis and treatment of rare diseases—meaningful, but not that significant." Su Yun, upon hearing it right away (First Time), curled her lips, "Fugui'er is coming; this guy arrives later than we do—take a look at Fugui'er, that's the true bearing of a Nobel Prize winner, really impressive."

Hearing Su Yun's disdainful tone, Zheng Ren laughed, "No need—everyone has their own rhythm of life. If Fugui'er wants to enjoy life, let him enjoy it. In your words, without alcohol, this lifetime would have no pleasure."

"That's true, but can Fugui'er compare to me? I'm the socialist successor, just kidding!" Su Yun burst out laughing.

Basically, this year's Nobel Prize project was led by Zheng Ren, with Professor Rudolf Wagner doing countless meticulous tasks. Whether during Earthquake Relief or in routine work, the professor labored like an old ox, uncomplaining.

Before winning the Nobel Prize, more than half of the tip Shou Bing volume at 912 was performed by the professor himself. Based solely on that, there is no reason to complain about him.

"Boss, what are you planning to say at the banquet after receiving the award?" Su Yun asked.

"What to say? Is there anything that needs to be said?" Zheng Ren lifted his head and glanced at Su Yun.

"…" Su Yun exclaimed in surprise, "Come on, you don't have any spine? How did Mr. Mo Yan give his speech when he won the Nobel Prize? I left my notes at the hotel, but I remember what I wanted to say. In the end, compared to science, literature really has no use. But perhaps literature's greatest use is that it has no use. Look at that—how awesome!"

"Uh… maybe not necessary, you see, I still have some hesitation about overcoming network latency in this position; I could have done better." Zheng Ren held the computer and pointed out a small mistake he had just made in his Shou Bing to Su Yun.

"Boss, you're showing off too much." Su Yun pursed her lips, "Does it mean anything to put on this act in front of me? Compared to science, literature really has no use. But perhaps literature's greatest use is that it has no use. Tsk tsk, look at how awesome that sentence is! Have you thought of a more impressive speech?"

"No, I'll go up to get the award, go home to accept an interview from Xiao Sun, then resume normal work. We need to press ahead with the robotic arm project, and the 3D‑printed lung—you also need to push forward on your side."

Zheng Ren said calmly.

"If you could exchange the Nobel Prize for Xiao Shitou's life, would you do it?" Su Yun asked mockingly.

Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun with a Strange gaze, as if he had never known her before.

"What do you mean by that?" Su Yun asked.

"Of course, does the Nobel Prize have meaning? Yes, but it's just that. If I could trade it for Xiao Shitou's life, why wouldn't I? It's a pity there's no such business; if there were, that would be great." Zheng Ren said without hesitation.

"Tsk tsk, if you don't want to give a speech, you could let Fugui'er do it."

"That works."

Zheng Ren continued watching the replay at double speed; the metal robotic arms fluttered up and down on the screen, although intricate, they had no mutual interference, and the four robotic arms in that small space had no chance of even bumping into each other.

In normal Shou Bing, collisions between the surgeon and assistant are quite common, after all the Operating table is only so big; when faced with a burly figure like Zhao Yunlong, they can only squeeze together to perform Shou Bing.

But the robotic arm lacks this drawback; Zheng Ren re‑conceived the Shou Bing mode for the robotic arm in his mind, pondering how to make Improvement.

"By the way, are you planning to celebrate Yi Ren's birthday according to Beijing time or local time?" Su Yun asked, "You wouldn't actually announce in public that you'd give the Nobel Prize first to your beloved little Xiao Yi Ren, would you? That's not impossible, but it would be too cheesy—give it some more thought."

"Doing that would be meaningless; on Yi Ren's birthday, I just want the two of us to walk the streets of Stockholm together. Life's joys, anger, sorrow, and happiness have nothing to do with others, so why should I declare my love for her before the world? I love her—what does it have to do with the world?"

"Tsk tsk!" Su Yun gave a playful smile upon hearing Zheng Ren say that.

"Oh my goodness, Boss! You're killing me!" Professor Rudolf Wagner's voice came across like a broken gong.