Chapter 722: with translation of chapter title

711 people, indeed very practical.

Well, I've gotten interested in the Nobel Prize. Zheng Ren said: "Can you help me contact the Otto Bock people? Any trouble?"

It says exclude real-world brands/apps/celebrities. "Otto Bock" is a real-world brand (Otto Bock, a prosthetics company). So we should exclude it. So we only include Zheng Ren and Nobel Prize.

Boss, not at all! Whether there are difficulties or not, you should still get in touch—even if you have to make up difficulties! Professor Rudolf Wagner bellowed.

Thus line 3 includes: Rudolf Wagner, Boss, Professor.

In the operating room, aside from Zheng Ren and Su Yun, everyone stared at each other.

What does this mean?

Why does this young Doctor Zheng speak as if it's true?

Boss, what do you need? Professor Rudolf Wagner quickly calmed, though his voice still trembled, "I'll note it down."

Zheng Ren mused aloud: "The bebionic intelligent prosthetic hand, the Michelangelo intelligent myoelectric hand; the C-Leg intelligent prosthetic knee, the Genium intelligent knee joint that can alternate stairs; the 1C66 intelligent ankle carbon fiber split-toe footplate, the 1B1 intelligent prosthetic footplate, the 1C30 carbon fiber footplate."

Alright, I'll take care of this; I'll definitely get it done and won't mess it up. The professor's excitement and joy already came through the phone.

Zheng Ren hung up, gave the phone to Xie Ning, and said, "Thanks, Uncle Ning."

Boss, you're really deep and scheming. Su Yun sighed, thinking about Dr. Mehari coming to China for surgery, and felt Zheng Ren's thoughts were even deeper.

If it's not premeditated, then it's just incredibly lucky.

Zheng Ren couldn't be bothered to guess what nonsense that guy was thinking, and smiled, saying, "With the most advanced prosthetic, preserving the knee joint should be fine."

This... Director Guo really couldn't understand, stammering.

Zheng Ren said, "Generally speaking, a set of the bebionic intelligent prosthetic hand and the C-Leg intelligent prosthetic knee are similar; two years ago the price was about 8,000 euros, and buying in bulk should make it even cheaper—I think that should be enough."

Su Yun tilted her head and exclaimed, "Boss, you're the most narcissistic person I've ever met. You're really that confident about winning the Nobel Prize this year? The money from foreign charitable funds isn't given for free. Haven't you heard what Fugui'er said? There are still some trivial procedures."

Zheng Ren said with a smile, a hint of ease and exuberance, "The surgery, I can guarantee there's no problem. The rest we can discuss later. Besides, according to your dark suspicions, isn't Dr. Mehari still asking me to do the surgery?"

Mu Tao stammered, "Chief Zheng, I know about the Nobel Prize nomination—are you really that sure?"

Generally, the Nobel Prize cycle is 10–20 years. That is, receiving a nomination and winning within ten years is considered fast.

Leaving aside the distant past, how many years did Tu Youyou's artemisinin project receive funding? When was it awarded? From production to winning the Nobel Prize, there was a 33-year gap.

But how can Zheng Ren, Chief Zheng, say it as easily as reaching into a bag and taking something out?

Zheng Ren laughed, "Oh, we can guarantee the surgical volume; the rest depends on fate. If it really can't be done, we'll think of another way—living people can't be left to die from holding in urine, right?"

Xie Ning nodded and said, "Anything that can be solved with money is a small matter."

Su Yun looked at Xie Ning thoughtfully, hesitated a few seconds, then said to Zheng Ren, "Boss, I'm afraid you're confused; let me remind you again. You wouldn't believe the professor's words, that all charitable donations can be spent however you like, would you?"

Oh? Zheng Ren, about to prepare for the next surgery, heard Su Yun's words, stopped, turned back, and looked at Su Yun as if she were an idiot.

Few people look at themselves with that kind of gaze; Su Yun was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her fur standing on end.

Zheng Ren smiled gently, without a hint of sharpness, and said, "Don't worry, it's fine. It's been sixty or seventy years since a new surgical technique last won the Nobel Prize."

Su Yun's eyes narrowed.

What Zheng Ren was talking about was another matter, but when the two things are combined, it becomes more interesting.

You mean all TIPS surgery patients sign a donation agreement, using the money intended for experimental expenses for...

Zheng Ren let out a big yawn and staggered into the operating room, saying, "Yeah, that's right. It's not an experimental surgery itself, but a mature procedure that can be promoted clinically right away. It also involves some technical minor tricks, which I'm leaving to you."

Su Yun glanced at the orthopedics department's Director Guo and asked, "Director Guo, can you handle this on your end?"

Director Guo and Chief Sun were confused.

This is Pengxi Township, near Rongcheng, located at the forward station and transfer station—how come we're hearing about the Nobel Prize? Charitable donations, the first installment is over a hundred million soft sister coins.

I feel a bit dazed.

Su Yun had no desire to explain things to Director Guo and the others.

Su Yun could feel the change in Zheng Ren's attitude.

Before, he constantly badmouthed Zheng Ren for having no interest in the Nobel Prize, pretending too much. But today this guy, as soon as he came out of the operating room, said he was interested in the Nobel Prize.

This person... really is practical.

How should I put it about him?

Director Guo asked, trembling, "Doctor Su, are you working on the Nobel Prize?"

Su Yun said lightly, "Well, I've already been nominated, so I'm considered a candidate."

Before, he had simulated life countless times. Such scenes had long appeared in his mind, and each time he felt very excited.

But saying it now feels boring to hear.

There's not much pride, and when I first came here and told Director Jiang—we are doctors from Di Du 912, the phrase about lifting the wounded from the front lines can't be compared.

Coming from the front lines gave Su Yun a sense of pride and joy that couldn't be put into words.

This is a completely new experience that even his childhood dream of winning the Nobel Prize couldn't give him.

He never thought anything could be more important than winning the Nobel Prize, but now Su Yun knows.

Life indeed has many things more important than winning the Nobel Prize.

Director Guo praised, "Awesome!" although he still couldn't believe it.

Su Yun said, "That's just how it is," finally understanding where Zheng Ren's deadpan, suffocating indifference came from.

Being desireless makes one strong; that's roughly the meaning.

Su Yun said, "The skin flap isn't enough; be careful when grinding the tibia and fibula."

Director Guo nodded and said, "Don't worry, as long as the prosthetic isn't an issue, it can still be done. However, a 5 cm residual limb is the limit; if it's any shorter, nobody could complete it."

Su Yun knew this was a fact, but hearing that nobody could complete it, he really wanted to ask Zheng Ren.

The discussion ended, and consensus was reached with the orthopedics department.

Su Yun carried the three printed films and went with the orthopedics department's Director Guo to the big external operating room.

Xie Ning, meanwhile, looked through the leaded glass at Zheng Ren preparing for surgery inside, pondering for a long time.

Director Jiang also felt moved, originally thinking that when Mu Tao arrived, this Professor Mu was a big shot. But he never expected that the two military doctors from the front lines would actually be Nobel Prize candidates.

Damn it, did an earthquake blow all the country's big shots onto my little plot of land?