Chapter 723: and translation of chapter title

Rudolf Wagner Professor happily walked back and forth in the Hospital, like a little lamb that had eaten coffee beans, refusing to loop no matter what he said.

Boss is still alive, and from the sound of his voice, he seems to be doing well. I don't know what stimulated him, but he finally became interested in the Nobel Prize.

This is good news, especially good news.

Back when in Hai Cheng, Rudolf Wagner Professor never understood why Zheng Ren didn't care about the Nobel Prize.

Is it because the level isn't enough? Definitely not!

In Sweden, in front of Doctor Mei Ha'er, Su Yun's long translation might perhaps express a part of Zheng Ren's inner voice.

But no matter what, Boss finally got motivated; Professor wandered for half an hour before deciding to go out and find a tavern to celebrate alone.

Let little Oliver guard the ward to avoid problems after TIPS Surgery for patients; Professor himself walked out alone of the 912 Hospital grounds.

Although it was already past nine in the Evening, the sky was dark, but nightlife had just begun. There were not few people on the street, even more than during the day.

Rudolf Wagner Professor was in a particularly good mood, leisurely walking on the road.

Find a bar, can't drink too much, because tomorrow there is still TIPS Surgery.

So only drink three… oh, no, must definitely drink five bottles of beer, then happily return to the hotel.

Let things take their course, Professor wandered aimlessly on the road, immersed in the joy that excitement had not yet faded.

This is a kind of enjoyment, even more able to make Rudolf Wagner Professor feel happy than drinking alcohol.

Boss said he could win the Nobel Prize this year, so he would definitely get it, there would basically be no accident; that's what Professor thought in his heart.

One success after another left deep traces in Rudolf Wagner Professor's heart; Boss's words will surely work!

Tonight's night sky is so beautiful, Professor's heart feels extremely refreshed.

Walking along, Rudolf Wagner Professor saw ahead a crowd packed tightly, not a bustling throng but a queue. The line was long, winding with several bends, so the front could not be seen.

Since Zheng Ren left, Rudolf Wagner Professor hasn't left the 912 Hospital. He gloomily used work to numb himself, unwilling to think of anything, especially since Doctor Mei Ha'er will soon come to China to perform the second-stage coronary artery surgery.

Whenever he thought of it, not knowing Zheng Ren's life or death, Professor would feel a darkness before his eyes, his life becoming much dimmer.

But today is different, knowing Boss is still alive, and Professor heard over the phone that Boss had developed a desire for the Nobel Prize.

This is enough, isn't it?

What interesting thing are these people doing? Professor curiously enjoyed life, full of interest in novel things.

He stepped over the winding dragon from the side, seeing at the front a donation box. Volunteers were busy, continually expressing thanks.

Is this a charitable fundraiser? Professor had some doubts, then he saw not far away an old man in tattered clothes, like a beggar, walking bent over. Behind the old man followed a lame little dog.

The little dog was very well-behaved, cautiously staying beside the old man like a Guard, unwilling to leave even half a step.

The old man didn't go directly to the donation place, but came to the very end of the long dragon, lining up with that dirty little dog.

Rudolf Wagner Professor stopped his steps, feeling everything before him was quite novel. He prepared to take a good look, then tomorrow tell Chang Yue and Xie Yiren about it.

Lately the atmosphere has been very oppressive; Professor can feel it.

He tried various ways to make Chang Yue and Xie Yiren happy, but each time it was futile. Rudolf Wagner Professor guessed that if he told them tomorrow the news of calling Boss, perhaps they'd be a bit happier.

Hmm, it will definitely be so!

Standing far away, Professor saw the old man take out from his pocket a hard, brick-like large pancake, and with force split it, breaking off a piece.

Hmm, it's a split, not a tear.

At such an age, can he even eat it? Professor had some doubts.

Because his age is also growing, Professor has now bid farewell to many foods he liked when young that are hard on the teeth.

The old man gave the broken piece of pancake to the little dog beside him, then while queuing he held the pancake and ate.

The pancake was hard; he laboriously bit off a mouthful, then took out half a bottle of water and drank a little.

Thus, he queued while eating with the little dog that depended on him for life.

Rudolf Wagner Professor really liked this kind of life; he even thought countless times that once he obtained the Nobel Prize and his life was complete, he would take his beloved violin and begin wandering.

But absolutely cannot eat such hard pancake; Professor enjoys the freedom of wandering, not having to lack clothing and food each day, sleeping out in the wind and dew.

This old man, is he going to donate? He seems unable to even sustain his own livelihood.

The old man was very silent; the little dog was very well-behaved.

A large pancake took a full half hour to eat.

Half an hour, the old man had already approached the donation box. Professor felt himself ridiculous, actually standing here for half an hour instead of going to a bar to drink beer and celebrate Boss's eventual return.

After another ten minutes, the old man arrived at the donation box. The staff were surprised but still enthusiastically handed him a bottle of water.

The old man smiled and refused; his face was piled with mountain-like wrinkles, each crease filthy, carrying oil and mud.

He took out from his pocket a black pouch whose color had worn off, opening it carefully.

One after another, coins of the highest denomination of five yuan were taken out.

The old man carefully arranged the coins, stacking them by denomination size, and finally handed them to the staff.

Rudolf Wagner Professor didn't understand; he estimated these coins were only over twenty yuan, converting to euros… completely unnecessary.

Is he donating? For a faraway place, that earthquake that this old man might never go to in his lifetime?

The staff collected the money, very courteous; one girl helped the old man leave, after walking more than ten steps she said a few words to him, then performed a deep Jiu Gong.

The old man waved his hand; his smile under the night sky's neon lights appeared splendid and yet kind.

The little dog seemed to know it had finished the day's most important work, beginning to happily run around beside the old man.

The hunched silhouette gradually faded into the night, disappearing into the colorful city's brilliant lights, merging into it.

Rudolf Wagner Professor frowned, seeming to see Boss's silhouette, seeming to understand a bit why Boss gave up the Nobel Prize and left directly.

Not only did he leave the Nobel Prize, but also his beloved maiden.

Hmm, Yun Ge'er probably thought the same.

Is that so?

Rudolf Wagner Professor looked back; the long dragon hadn't shortened at all, still that long, so long that its end couldn't be seen at a glance.

He fell silent, completely lacking the desire to drink and celebrate.

The professor lowered his head, feeling somewhat lost, wandering the streets of Di Du under the night's veil.

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Note: When I went to Dalian in 09, there was an old scavenger at the train station's front gate with a small dog. At the time I just found it interesting; the dog was very obedient and could do a few little things. Later, when the autumn weather turned cold, I went again; the dog had given birth to a litter of puppies, lively and energetic.

I saw two couples of university students buying KFC and feeding the dogs. After standing a while, I heard one of the boys telling his girlfriend how, in 08, he went to donate money and saw the old man and that little dog waiting in line.

The weather turned cold, I found a spot and made a thick quilt; when I left, I sent it over. The old man was out scavenging for money to support his family, not there. I laid the quilt down, opened a corner, and watched the puppies burrow into it, feeling somewhat happy.

It's been a long time since I went to Dalian; I don't know if he and it are still there.