Chapter 3128: 2924 Sometimes cure, often help, always comfort

2924 Sometimes healing, often helping, always comforting.

On December 9, Zheng Ren was invited and, together with Dr. Mei Ha'er, visited Karolinska Hospital in Stockholm.

Zheng Ren didn't mention Ning Shu's fishbone incident; he just pushed the wheelchair and listened to Dr. Mei Ha'er explain various new medical devices and equipment, as well as recent advances in medical fields over the years. In the research field, Karolinska Hospital excels in all aspects. If it weren't for Ning Shu's incident, Zheng Ren would also admire it.

But after the fishbone incident, whenever Zheng Ren saw advanced equipment, he felt it was off and lost interest in chatting.

It was a rather dull day, but Zheng Ren also knew that necessary socializing is indispensable. Although obtaining the Nobel Prize is related to the Bruhl Family's request, the initial recommendation and subsequent efforts were all made by Dr. Mei Ha'er despite his frail body.

Respect for the elderly comes from the heart; without Dr. Mei Ha'er's support, Zheng Ren couldn't even take the first step, which he understands. Even if it consumes a lot of mental energy, he must endure.

It's really not as relaxed as tying the red string in 912; Zheng Ren has had this thought all along.

Only in the afternoon did Zheng Ren regain his freedom, wandering around Stockholm, and everyone was having a good time.

Night fell, everyone rested, but Zheng Ren felt no sleepiness.

He silently watched the snow outside the window; the heavy snow had fallen all day and night with no sign of stopping. Inside and outside the house it was so quiet that one could almost hear the faint sound of snowflakes landing.

Time really flies; a year has passed like this. At this time last year, he was still rushing around in Hai Cheng's Emergency Department, not knowing how busy it is now. With the snow making the big road slippery, there should be many minor scrapes and bumps; Zheng Ren's mind wandered aimlessly.

Afterward, countless thoughts surged—Xiao Shitou, mechanical arm, 912, Community Hospital. Zheng Ren didn't deeply consider any particular issue, but let the thoughts tumble in his mind; in the end, aside from Yi Ren's birthday tomorrow, only Xiao Shitou lingered in his thoughts.

Actually, Zheng Ren didn't think Xiao Shitou could last long, even though he himself is the world's best surgeon, and even with Bota's high-tech private hospital and research center as backup, time is simply too urgent.

If only he could have one more year, how wonderful that would be.

From the attitude of the Big Pig Trotter, Zheng Ren had already anticipated this. The system issued no task; from a certain angle, that means the system believes that under current technology Xiao Shitou has no chance of healing.

From Big Pig Trotter's attitude, Zheng Ren had already anticipated this. The system had not issued a task; from a certain perspective, that is to say, the system believed that under current technology, Xiao Shitou had absolutely no possibility of healing.

Let's take each step as it comes; that saying on the tombstone of Dr. Trudeau by Saranac Lake in northeastern New York—'To Cure Sometimes, To Relieve Often, To Comfort Always.'

The direct English translation is rather dull, but when rendered into Chinese, Zheng Ren finds it has a certain charm, which he keeps firmly in mind.

Sometimes healing, often helping, always comforting.

Doctors aren't omnipotent; even with his own cheat-like abilities, what Zheng Ren can do for Xiao Shitou is mostly just help and comfort. Cure? The hope is too slim; Zheng Ren occasionally thinks that, but he knows it's just idle speculation.

To Zheng Ren, Xiao Shitou is merely a patient; but to Xiao Shitou, Zheng Ren is his entire hope, even if the child never shows it.

Thinking of Xiao Shitou's clever expression, Zheng Ren felt no sorrow in his heart, only a faint smile.

He thought of Su Yun's question; if possible, he would certainly use a Nobel Prize to exchange for Xiao Shitou's life.

Is the Nobel Prize meaningful? Of course. But for Zheng Ren, Xiao Shitou's significance seems even greater.

But having done all he could, he unconsciously touched his own hair—half white, having expended all his effort, and that's all.

He still needs to give Xiao Shitou a hepatic interventional embolization treatment, then a lung transplant. As for what comes after, Zheng Ren dare not think—who knows what might happen? He only hopes Xiao Shitou won't suffer too much and will recover quickly.

Zheng Ren stood quietly by the window, watching the white snow of a foreign land, his mind gradually settling into tranquility, with not a single stray thought.

After a long time, Zheng Ren remained standing there, the outside snow drifting as if merging with him.

Zheng Ren had many moments of eye contact with the Little White Fox in the System Space, growing accustomed to this meditative, mysterious state. Not knowing how long he had stood, his hand twitched slightly.

Zheng Ren had many instances of making eye contact with the Little White Fox in the System Space, and had grown accustomed to entering this meditative, mysterious realm. Not knowing how long he had stood, Zheng Ren's hand twitched slightly.

He stretched his neck, opened his suitcase, took out a backpack, and placed the two packages inside.

He put on his shoes, Zheng Ren glanced at the time—3:25 a. m.

Around that time, he was quite satisfied with his biological clock; assuming no jet lag disturbance, there were probably about three hours until Yi Ren woke up.

Leaving the house, Zheng Ren's expression was solemn, like a soldier about to go to battle.

Coming downstairs, Zheng Ren identified the position and stood before Yi Ren's window.

What comes next is technical work; even if his hands are extremely dexterous, it doesn't guarantee smooth completion.

Having found the spot, Zheng Ren thought for a few minutes, chose a slightly secluded place, and made a healthy leap over.

Standing firmly on the ground, he began to imagine the direction of the action. Although it was just to stamp the four characters 'Happy Birthday' in the snow with his feet, making them in a soaring dragon, phoenix dance style was still quite difficult.

This was a spur-of-the-moment idea; seeing that Stockholm had heavy snow yesterday, Zheng Ren decided to give it a try to surprise Yi Ren.

Besides that, if pedestrians passed by, he would need their understanding and cooperation. If they refused to cooperate, there was nothing he could do. Success depended on fate; Zheng Ren didn't insist on making it happen.

Four two-meter-square characters were stamped by Zheng Ren's feet; on the snowy streets of Stockholm appeared the four soaring-dragon, phoenix-dance characters—'Happy Birthday'.

After checking the time, Zheng Ren realized he was a bit early. The snow kept falling patteringly; he had to wearily walk back and forth, careful not to step outside the footprint area.

This is thanks to the body hardened by training in the System Space; otherwise, in such cold weather, he would surely have suffered some injury.

Under the streetlights, the white snow swirled, surrounded by halos of light, resembling countless spirited beings with life force descending from the heavens.

Zheng Ren had no time to admire nature's beauty; he carefully walked on the four characters, using his body as a brush, etching everything onto Stockholm's streets and into Yi Ren's mind.

The snow kept falling patteringly; Zheng Ren's head was covered in snow, a pure white.

Snow, still falling lightly, Zheng Ren's head was covered with snow, a sheet of white.