The Surgeon's Studio

On December 9th, Zheng Ren and Dr. Mehal visited Stockholm's Karolinska Hospital.

Zheng Ren didn't mention the matter of uncle ning removing the fish bones. He just pushed his wheelchair and listened to Dr. Mehal explain the various new medical equipment, equipment, and which medical fields had made new progress in the past few years. In the field of scientific research, Karolinska Hospital was excellent in all aspects. If it wasn't for uncle ning's incident, Zheng Ren would also admire him.

However, after the Fishbone incident, Zheng Ren felt that something was amiss when he saw the various advanced machines. He was in the mood to chat.

It was a boring day, but Zheng Ren knew that social interaction was an essential part of it. Although winning the Nobel Prize was related to the request of the Bruch family, the initial recommendation and the subsequent running around were all done by Dr. Mehal with his broken body.

He respected the old man from the bottom of his heart. Without Dr. Mehar's support, he would not have been able to make it through the first step. Zheng Ren understood this. No matter how much of his mental energy was consumed, Zheng Ren had to endure it.

Zheng Ren had always had this thought in his heart. It was really not as comfortable as weaving a red rope in 912.

It was not until the afternoon that Zheng Ren regained his freedom. He went around stockholm and everyone had a great time.

As night fell, everyone went to rest, but Zheng Ren was not sleepy at all.

He silently looked at the snow outside the window. It had been snowing for a day and a night and showed no signs of stopping. It was very quiet inside and outside the window, so quiet that one could almost hear the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground.

Time really passed by quickly. A year had passed just like that. This time last year, he had been busy in the emergency department in Haicheng. He wondered if he was busy in Haicheng now. 'The snow is heavy and the road is slippery. There should be a lot of injured people,' Zheng Ren's mind was running wild.

Then, countless thoughts came to his mind. Little Rock, mechanical arm, 912, Community Hospital. Zheng Ren didn't think about the question seriously. Instead, he let the thoughts roll in his mind. In the end, other than Yiren's birthday tomorrow, there was only little stone lingering in his mind.

That child was too sensible, so sensible that it made one's heart ache. From the first meeting to the intermittent QQ chat, and now, the scenes flashed in front of her eyes.

In fact, Zheng Ren didn't think that little stone could last long. Even if he had the best surgeon in the world, even if he had the support of a private hospital and research Center full of black technology like burta, it was a pity that time was too tight.

How good would it be if he could have another year?

From big pig's trotter's attitude, Zheng Ren had already predicted this. The fact that the system didn't issue a mission meant that, from a certain perspective, the system believed that with the current technology, there was no possibility of healing the small stone.

Zheng Ren sighed as he thought about it.

Let's just go wherever we go. On the epitaph of Dr-cruel by Lake saranack in the northeast of New York, there was a sentence: "To Cure Sometimes, To Relieve of ten, To come for always--

Direct translation from English was boring, but when it was translated into Chinese, Zheng Ren felt that it had a charm to it, and he always remembered it in his heart.

Sometimes he was healed, often he helped, and always comforted.

Doctors were not omnipotent. Even if he was a cheat, the most he could do to little stone was to help and comfort him. Cure? The chances were too slim. Zheng Ren would occasionally think that way, but he knew that it was just a thought.

To him, Little Rock was just a patient. But to little stone, he was his only hope, even if the child did not show it.

Thinking of Little Rock's strange expression, Zheng Ren did not feel sad. Instead, he smiled.

He thought of Su Yun's question. If it was possible, he would definitely use a Nobel Prize to exchange for little stone's life.

What's the point of winning the Nobel Prize? Of course there was. However, to Zheng Ren, the little stone seemed to mean more.

However, he had already done all he could. He suddenly touched his hair subconsciously. Half a head of white hair, exhausting all his heart's blood, that was all.

When he returned, he would have to perform an interventional embolism treatment in little stone's liver, and then a lung transplant. Zheng Ren did not dare to think about what would happen after that. Who knew what would happen? He could only hope that little stone would not suffer too much and would recover faster.

Zheng Ren stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the White snow in the foreign land. His heart gradually returned to silence, without a trace of distracting thoughts.

After a long time, Zheng Ren just stood there. The snow outside the window floated in the air, as if it had merged into one.

Zheng Ren and the little white fox had looked at each other many times in the system space, so he was used to entering this kind of meditation-style mystical realm. After standing there for a long time, Zheng Ren's hand moved slightly.

It should be about time.

After stretching his neck, he opened his suitcase, took out a backpack, and put the two packages into it.

After putting on his shoes, Zheng Ren took a look at the time. It was 3:25 am.

It was about this time, and he was quite satisfied with his biological clock. There were still about three hours before his lover woke up, if the time difference didn't cause any trouble.

Zheng Ren's expression was serious as he stepped out of the door. He looked like a soldier who was about to go to the battlefield.

When he arrived downstairs, Zheng Ren identified the location and stood in front of Yiren's window.

The next step would be technical work. No matter how dexterous his hands were, it didn't mean that he could successfully complete it.

After finding a spot, Zheng Ren thought for a few more minutes before finding a slightly secluded spot and jumping over.

He stood firmly on the ground and began to imagine the direction of the movement. Although he had to step on the snow to write the words "Happy Birthday," it was still quite difficult to make the words look like dragons and phoenixes.

It was a sudden idea. Seeing how it snowed in stockholm yesterday, Zheng Ren thought about giving it a try to surprise Yiren.

That was not all. If a passerby passed by, he would have to get their understanding and cooperation. If the other party refused to cooperate no matter what, there was nothing he could do. It was all up to fate. Zheng Ren did not have the intention to make it happen.

Four two-meter square Chinese characters were stomped on by Zheng Ren, and the four words "Happy Birthday" appeared on the snow-covered streets of stockholm.

Looking at the time, Zheng Ren realized that he was a little early. The snow continued to fall, and Zheng Ren had no choice but to walk around bitterly, careful not to walk out of the range of the footprints.

Fortunately, his body had been tempered by the system space. Otherwise, he would definitely be freezing in such a cold day.

Under the streetlights, the White snow danced in the air, bringing with it halos. It looked like countless fairies descending from the sky with the aura of life.

Zheng Ren didn't have time to appreciate the beauty of nature. He carefully walked on the four Chinese characters, using his body as a pen to carve everything on the streets of stockholm, in the mind of his lover.

The snow was still falling. Zheng Ren's head was covered with snow, and it was pure white.