On December 9, Zheng Ren was invited to visit Karolinska Hospital in Stockholm with Dr. Mehal.

Zheng Ren did not talk about Uncle Ning pulling fish bones, but just pushed a wheelchair and listened to Dr. Mehar explaining various new medical machines, equipment and which medical fields have made new progress in recent years. In the field of scientific research, Karolinska Hospital has done a very good job in all aspects. If it weren't for Uncle Ning's incident, Zheng Ren would have appreciated it very much.

But after the fishbone incident, Zheng Ren always felt something was wrong when he saw various advanced machines again, and he was interested in talking.

This was a very boring day, but Zheng Ren also knew that necessary social interaction was an indispensable part. Although the ability to win the Nobel Prize was related to the request of the Bruch family, the initial recommendation and subsequent running were all done by Dr. Mehal holding his body.

The respect for the old man comes from the bottom of his heart. Without the support of Dr. Mehal, he would not be able to get through the first step. Zheng Ren understands this. Even if he consumes more mental power, Zheng Ren has to endure it.

It’s really better to be free when weaving a red rope in 912. Zheng Ren has always had this idea in his mind.

It was not until the afternoon that Zheng Ren regained his freedom and traveled all over Stockholm. Everyone had a great time having fun.

As night fell, each rested, but Zheng Ren was completely sleepy.

He silently looked at the snow outside the window. It had been snowing for a day and a night, but there was no sign of stopping. The inside and outside the window of the house were very quiet, and it seemed that you could hear the sound of sorrow from the snowflakes falling to the ground.

Time flies so fast, and a year has passed. Last year, I was still busy in the Haicheng Emergency Department, and I don’t know if it’s busy now. The snowy road is slippery, so there should be many injured people with small scratches. Zheng Ren was thinking in his mind.

Then countless thoughts surged into my mind, Xiaoshitou, robotic arm, 912, community hospital. Zheng Ren did not think about a certain problem seriously, but let the thoughts in his mind roll. In the end, except for Yiren's birthday tomorrow, only Xiaoshitou lingered in his mind.

The child is so sensible, so sensible that it makes people feel distressed. From the scene of meeting at the beginning to the interruption of watching QQ talks, and now, scenes flash in front of you.

In fact, Zheng Ren does not think that Xiaoshitou can last for long, even if he has the best surgeon in the world, or even if he has a private hospital full of black technology like Bota and a research center to support it, but unfortunately time is too tight.

How great would it be if I could give myself another year.

From the attitude of the big pig's hoof, Zheng Ren had long made predictions about this. The system did not issue tasks. From a certain perspective, the system believes that there is no possibility of curing small stones under the existing technology.

Thinking of this, Zheng Ren sighed.

Just take the step wherever you go, the words on Dr. Trudeau’s epitaph on the shore of Saranac Lake in northeastern New York are to es, relieve often, fort always.

The literal English translation is very boring. When it is translated into Chinese, Zheng Ren feels that it has some charm and always remembers it in his heart.

Sometimes healing, often helping, always comforting.

Doctors are not omnipotent. Even if they are cheating, they seem to be more helpful and comforting to Xiaoshitou. Healing? The hope is too slim. Zheng Ren will occasionally think so, but he also knows that he is just thinking about it.

For himself, Xiao Shitou is just a patient; for Xiao Shitou, he is his entire hope, even if the child has not revealed it.

Thinking of the strange expression of the little stone elf, Zheng Ren was not sad, but smiled.

He thought of Su Yun's problem. If possible, he would definitely use a Nobel Prize to exchange for Xiao Shitou's life.

Is the Nobel Prize meaningful? Of course there is. But for Zheng Ren, Xiaoshitou seems to have greater significance.

But he had already done everything he could, and he suddenly subconsciously touched his hair. Half of his white hair was exhausted, and that was all.

When he went back, he had to do an interventional embolization treatment for Xiao Shitou and then a lung transplant. As for what happened in the future, Zheng Ren dared not think about it, but who knew what would happen again. I just hope Xiao Shitou would not suffer too much and recover faster.

Zheng Ren stood quietly in front of the window, watching the snowy place in a foreign land, and his heart gradually returned to silence without any distractions.

After a long time, Zheng Ren stood there, and the snow outside the window was floating, as if it was integrated.

Zheng Ren looked at the little white fox many times in the system space, and got used to entering this meditation-like mysterious realm. I don’t know how long I stood, but Zheng Ren’s hand moved slightly.

The incident should have been almost here.

After moving his cervical spine, he opened his suitcase, took out a backpack, and packed two packaging boxes into his backpack.

Putting on his shoes, Zheng Ren glanced at the time, at 3:25 in the morning.

It was almost this point. He was quite satisfied with his biological clock. There were about 3 hours left before Yiren woke up. If the time difference did not come out to make trouble.

When he went out, Zheng Ren looked serious, 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.

What you need to do next is technical work. No matter how clever your hands are, it does not mean that you can complete it smoothly.

After finding the location, Zheng Ren thought for a few more minutes, found a slightly secluded position, and jumped over with a steadily.

Standing steadily on the ground, he began to think about the direction of his action. Although he had to step on the snow with his feet, it was still quite difficult to make the font of a dragon and a flying phoenix.

This was a temporary idea. Seeing that it was snowing heavily in Stockholm yesterday, Zheng Ren thought about it and wanted to give Yiren a surprise.

That's not all. If pedestrians pass by, they still need to obtain their understanding and cooperation. If others say they don't cooperate, they can't do anything. Whether they succeed depends on their fate. Zheng Ren has no idea of ​​doing it.

Four Chinese characters two meters square were stepped out by Zheng Ren, and the four characters "Flying Dragons and Phoenixes" appeared on the white snow on the streets of Stockholm. Happy birthday.

After taking a look at the time, Zheng Ren found that he was doing it a little early. He was so sad that Zheng Ren had to walk around hard, and he was careful not to step out of the range of his footprints.

That is, the body that has been tempered by the system space, otherwise it would be frozen in such a cold weather.

Under the street lights, the snow fluttered, with circles of halos, like countless elves with the breath of life falling from the sky.

Zheng Ren had no time to appreciate the beauty of nature. He walked carefully on the four Chinese characters, using his body as a pen to engrave all this on the streets of Stockholm and in Yiren's mind.
Chapter completed!