Chapter 709 Ouch, I'm Going! Boss, You Are Still Alive

"This..." Director Guo still didn't understand, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "10-15cm must be left under the knee joint before the prosthesis can be placed. It is only 2-3cm. After the prosthesis is installed, it falls off as soon as it moves. What should I do? "

"Director Guo, you are the most traditional prosthetic limb." Su Yun glanced at Director Guo, and opened his mouth to spray.

At this time, Zheng Ren opened the airtight lead door and walked out.

"Who's that... you press it for me, I have something to deal with." Zheng Ren looked at Liu Xuzhi and said a little embarrassedly.

Zheng Ren couldn't even recognize who this person was.

Liu Xuzhi didn't feel anything, he was just curious about the final result of this debate.

He smiled at Zheng Ren, walked into the operating room, and started pressing.

Because there is only one puncture needle, and gauze is pressed, there is no need to brush your hands, which is more trouble-free. The patient was in a state of infectious and toxic shock, and his blood pressure was not high. There was nothing wrong with Zheng Ren leaving for dozens of seconds.

"That, this is..." Zheng Ren stammered, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and once he said it again, it seemed strange.

"It's Director Guo of the Department of Orthopedics of the Provincial Hospital." Su Yun saw that Zheng Ren rarely came out, and realized that he had something important to do, so he took a step back and stood behind Zheng Ren to the left.

"Director Guo, hello." Zheng Ren took off the sterile gloves, his hands were sweaty. He hesitated for a moment, rubbed on the surgical gown, but didn't extend his hand.

"Dr. Zheng, hello, you are young and promising." Director Guo didn't care, and directly extended his hand to express his respect for Zheng Ren.

Shake hands, release.

"Director Guo, are you considering the economic issue of installing a prosthetic limb?" Zheng Ren said.

"Prosthetics, the standard reserved sub-articular bone in textbooks requires at least 10cm." Director Guo smiled bitterly. Why didn't he want to amputate one less joint? But it really doesn't work.

"You think it's still like the kind of equipment in Forrest Gump..." Su Yun couldn't help but just opened his mouth, Zheng Ren touched him with his elbow, and closed his mouth angrily.

"Director Guo, on July 23, 2007, in New York, USA, Juan Arredondo, an American soldier who lost his left hand in the Iraq War, demonstrated the function of a new bionic prosthesis." Zheng Ren said plainly: "The bionic prosthesis has already been marketed first in the UK. Now there are related companies in Europe and the United States producing this kind of prosthetic limbs. This is a long time ago, and it has been recently reported that a new generation of bionic prosthetic limbs can adapt to 2-3cm residual limbs and are more flexible."

"..." Director Guo was startled.

He knew the news. However, due to economic reasons, few people in China install such prostheses. If there are rich people who really need it, they will contact foreign hospitals by themselves, go abroad to install prosthetic limbs, and do related rehabilitation training.

This Doctor Zheng, does it make sense to say this?

Zheng Ren scratched his head and asked, "Su Yun, did I call Fu Gui'er?"

"No." Su Yun said with certainty.

"How do I remember hitting? Did I just stare for ten minutes and hit in a dream?"

"Yes, it's just a dream." Su Yun said, "You've been busy like a dog. After you got off the plane, you left your phone at the airport. What do you use to call it?"

Only then did Zheng Ren remember that what Su Yun said made sense.

That was the phone call I dreamed of calling Professor Rudolf Wagner.

Fortunately, I asked, and now it is not a delay.

Xie Ning looked at Zheng Ren, wondering what he needed. This hairy-footed son-in-law is getting more and more interesting.

"Which cell phone lends me to use it, I'm sure of one thing." Zheng Ren said.

"Use mine." Xie Ning immediately handed the phone to Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Uncle Ning, thank you."

Well, not bad, this time I remembered myself. Xie Ning was very satisfied to see that the embarrassing thing did not happen again.

Lowering expectations, in fact, satisfaction is easy to achieve.

Zheng Ren wiped his hands on the sterile surgical gown again to wipe off the sweat on his hands, and then dialed a number according to his memory.

It was Professor Rudolf Wagner's cell phone number. Zheng Ren glanced at it and remembered it.

"Who is it, Gaha?" The professor's voice came from the phone, and Zheng Ren felt a little strange. I really want to call the Shay people...

"Fugui'er, it's me." Zheng Ren said.

"Oh, I'm going! Boss, you're still alive!" Professor Rudolf Wagner shouted in surprise.

"..." Zheng Ren and Su Yun, look at me, I look at you, I really don't know how to answer the professor's words.

"Boss, boss, when are you coming back? I miss you so much." The professor said almost roaringly.

"Fuguier, talk about business." Zheng Ren said, "I remember you told me that there are donations from charitable funds. Is this true?"

"I thought you weren't interested in money." Professor Rudolf Wagner grumbled, "really. Nominated for the Nobel Prize by Dr. Mayhal, and still one of those promising nominations, there have been 2- 3 charitable foundations contacted me."

"I remember being in Haicheng. You said that I can use the money as I want? That's right."

"Boss, everything is as you want it to be. It's almost true, it's just a trivial formality. I suggest that you should buy a villa on the beach in Miami. Get up every morning, open the door, face the sea, and the spring flowers are blooming. ."

"Who taught you this mess?" Zheng Ren asked with a frown.

Su Yun's face was a little ugly.

However, Professor Rudolf Wagner did not answer Zheng Ren's words, and asked directly: "Boss, I am glad that you have finally returned to the world from heaven and become interested in the currency in circulation in the world. I hope you bring your hands kissed by God. Hurry up and come back, our Nobel Prize project has begun!"

Hearing the Nobel Prize project, Director Guo and Director Jiang's ears stood up like rabbits.

Nobel Prize? This young man?

What a joke!

"Fuguier, let's talk about business." Zheng Ren said, "How much can you donate to the charity fund?"

"To win the Nobel Prize, at least 50 million euros will start. If it is only nominated, it will only be 10 million to 20 million." Professor Rudolf Wagner said.

"Okay, I'll go back when I'm done." Zheng Ren said firmly, "How many euros did you bring?"

"10 million euros."

"Dude, Lower Saxony, Otto Bock Company, please help me contact him. There are a large number of people on my side who need prosthetic limbs... Money, go from donations." Zheng Ren said.

"..." Professor Rudolf Wagner was startled.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun could even imagine the professor's expression on the phone.

"Is there any difficulty?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Boss, buy a prosthesis for 10 million euros? You are..." The professor swallowed.

"It's 50 million euros. Well, as you said, if you can win the Nobel Prize, you will have this amount of charitable donations, at least." Zheng Ren said affirmatively.

"Old... Boss... Are you sure you can get it this year?" The professor's voice was trembling.