v3 Chapter 2924： Sometimes heal, often help, always comfort

On December 9, Zheng Ren and Dr. Mehar visited the Karolinska Hospital in Stockholm.

Zheng Ren didn't say anything about Uncle Ning's plucking fishbone. He just pushed the wheelchair and listened to Dr. Mehar's explanation of various new medical machines and equipment, as well as new medical developments in these years. In the field of scientific research, Karolinska Hospital has done an excellent job in all aspects. If there was no incident with Uncle Ning, Zheng Ren would also appreciate it.

But with the fishbone incident, Zheng Ren saw a variety of advanced machines, and always felt wrong, and talked with interest.

It was a boring day, but Zheng Ren also knew that the necessary social networking was an indispensable part. Although it is said that getting the Nobel Prize has something to do with the Bruch family's request, the first recommendation and the subsequent run are all made by Dr. Mehar holding the remains.

The respect for the elderly comes from the bottom of my heart. Without Dr. Mehar's support, the first step would be difficult for him, and Zheng Ren understood that. No matter how much mental energy is consumed, Zheng Ren has to suffer.

It's not as comfortable as the red rope in 912, Zheng Ren always has this idea in his heart.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Zheng Ren was free again, and he moved around Stockholm, everyone was very happy.

As night fell and they rested, Zheng Ren was completely sleepless.

He silently looked at the snow falling out of the window. The snow fell all day and night, and there was no sign of stopping. The window inside the room was very quiet, and it seemed quiet to hear the snoring sound of snowflakes falling to the ground.

Time flies so fast that a year has passed. At this time last year, I was still running all the way in Haicheng's Emergency Department, and I don't know if it's busy now. The snow was slippery, and there should be many wounded people scratching their heads, Zheng Ren's mind was thinking wildly.

Then countless thoughts came to my mind, small stones, robotic arms, 912, community hospital. Zheng Ren didn't seriously think about a certain problem, but let the thoughts in his head tumble. In the end, except for Yiren's birthday, tomorrow, only small stones lingered.

That child is too sensible, it makes people distressed. From the scene where they met at the beginning to intermittently watching QQ to talk about, and now, scene by scene is flashing in front of the eyes.

In fact, Zheng Ren doesn't think how long a small stone can last, even if he has his own best surgeon in the world, even if he has a private hospital or research center full of dark technology such as Bota, but time is too tight.

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

From the attitude of the big pig's hoof, Zheng Ren had already foreseen this. The system has not promulgated tasks, in a certain sense, that is to say, the system believes that there is no cure for small stones under the existing technology.

Thinking, Zheng Ren sighed.

Which step you take, which is the word on the epitaph of Dr. Trudeau on the shore of Lake Salanak in northeast New York-ToCureSetimes, ToRelieveOften, ToCfortAlways.

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

Sometimes heal, often help, always comfort.

Doctors are not omnipotent. Even if they open themselves, what they can do with small stones seems to be more help and comfort. cure? Hope is too slim, and occasionally Zheng Ren thinks so, but he also knows that he just thinks about it.

To himself, the small stone is just a patient; to the small stone, he is all his hope, even if the child does not show it.

Thinking of the weird expression of the little stone elf, Zheng Ren didn't feel sad in his heart, but showed a smile.

He thought of Su Yun's problem. If it were possible, he would definitely use a Nobel Prize to redeem the life of Little Stone.

Does the Nobel Prize make sense? Of course. But for Zheng Ren, the meaning of small stones seems even greater.

But all he could do was he suddenly felt his hair subconsciously. Half head of white hair, exhausted his efforts, and nothing more.

Go back and give the small stone a liver interventional embolization, and then a lung transplant. As for what happened next, Zheng Ren didn't dare to think about it, who knew what would happen again. I just hope that Little Rock will not be too guilty, and he will recover soon.

Zheng Ren stood quietly in front of the window, watching the white snow in a foreign land, and gradually fell silent into her heart, without any thoughts.

After a long time, Zheng Ren stood like this, and the white snow outside the window floated like that, seeming to merge into one.

Zheng Ren met with the little white fox many times in the system space, and got used to this kind of meditative realm. I don't know how long he stood, Zheng Ren's hand moved slightly.

The event should be almost there.

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

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

At about this point, he was quite satisfied with his biological clock. It was about three hours before the Iraqi people woke up, if the jet lag didn't make trouble.

When he went out, Zheng Ren looked serious, like a soldier going to the battlefield.

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

The next thing to do is to live up to technology, even if the hands are dexterous, it does not mean that they can be successfully completed.

After finding the location, Zheng Ren thought for a few more minutes, found a slightly secluded location, and jumped in a stride.

Standing steadily on the ground, he began to make up for the direction of action. Although it is necessary to step out the four words Happy Birthday on the snow with your feet, it is still quite difficult to make the font of Long Fei Feng Wu.

This is a temporary idea. Seeing heavy snowfall in Stockholm yesterday, Zheng Rencai wondered if he wanted to give it a try and surprise the Iraqi people ~ www.novelhall.com ~ It's not enough. If there are pedestrians passing by, they must get their understanding. With teamwork. If they don't cooperate, they can't help it. If it is impossible to succeed, Zheng Ren does not have to make it.

Four Chinese characters with a size of two meters were stamped out by Zheng Ren with his feet. On the white snow on the streets of Stockholm, the four characters of Long Fei Feng Wu-Happy Birthday.

After a glance at the time, Zheng Ren found himself doing it a little early. As the snow fluttered, Zheng Ren had to walk around hard and hard, being careful not to get out of the footprints.

That is to say, the body has been tempered in the system space, otherwise it must be frozen in such a cold day.

Under the lights of the street lights, white snow fluttered, with a halo of circles, like countless life-elven spirits descending from the sky.

Zheng Ren didn't have time to appreciate the beauty of nature. He carefully walked on the four Chinese characters, and as a pen, engraved it all on the streets of Stockholm and in the minds of the Yi people.

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