Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

First National Hospital of St. Petersburg.

The ward door.

An old man described as lean and clasped his arms around his nose, sobbing silently.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have cast that vote, if it wasn't for the Fields Award ... if it wasn't for the Fields Award ... we wouldn't have lost kindness, cleverness, beauty, and ... the brave Wei Ms. La Puyue. "

"Relax, man," patted the old professor in a black coat, Professor Fefferman sighed. Although he was also uncomfortable, he tried to comfort his friend. "From another angle, if you think If it is not given to her this term, I am afraid we will never have the opportunity to give her the glory that belongs to her. You should be thankful that you voted for her, not others. "

"You say that too ..."

Outside the ward was a boo.

The atmosphere in the ward was equally filled with sadness.

Sitting on a stool by the bed and watching Willa lying in bed unconscious, Lu Zhou didn't say a word for a long time.

It wasn't until the reminder of the doctor standing by the side that the silence in the ward was broken.

"Sir, it's time to visit the doctor."

As if waking up from contemplation, Lu Zhou looked up at the doctor and said calmly, even he was surprised.

"Can you tell me what's wrong with her?"

Doctor: "Are you her relative?"

Lu Zhou shook his head.

Doctor: "I'm afraid we can't divulge the patient's privacy to you. This is a rule. We have contacted her immediate family and he will be here soon."

Lu Zhou nodded and said nothing.

He looked at the distressed cheek, and said quietly for a moment.

"I will definitely heal you."

"Trust me."

"So ... whether you can hear it or not, I hope you don't give up."

Because the sentence was spoken in his mother tongue, the doctor standing behind him did not understand. Just to see that he did nothing, reminded again.

"Mr?"

"……It's nothing."

Standing up from the stool, Lu Zhou turned and left the ward.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't tell him, he naturally has his way to know what he wants to know.

It was not difficult for him.

If you are worried about the cost of treatment, you don't need to worry at all. To the best of his ability, he is probably short of money. If it can be cured by spending money, he is willing to pay for any amount of money.

As for privacy ...

That's something for healthy people with normal judgment.

If she really cares about these trivial issues, she won't be able to apologize until later.

...

The door of the ward opened, and looking at the Luzhou coming out of it, Professor Fefferman immediately stood up and asked.

"How's Miss Puyi?"

Lu Zhou: "Still in a coma ... I'm afraid I'm not very optimistic."

"Hey, this is really ..." Sighed, Professor Fefferman took off his glasses and wiped them. Obviously there were a lot of things he wanted to say, but the last sentence couldn't be said.

The old professor sitting next to him suddenly stood up and grabbed Lu Zhou's right hand.

"Please tell me the doctor, no matter what kind of illness she has, please be sure to cure her! If it is a matter of money ... I still have a retirement pension, I can take it out a little. If she falls here, it will be The loss of the entire mathematical community ... please! "

Lu Zhou nodded to the old professor and gave him a positive look.

"rest assured."

"I know what to do."

Without stopping at the door of the ward, Lu Zhou took Wang Peng, who was always behind him, and walked towards the stairs.

However, just when he had reached the entrance of the stairs, he heard the sound of quarreling beside him.

What he cared about was not the quarrel itself, but the IMU host / Professor Cisen Zhongwen, who was actually in the vortex of the quarrel, and seemed to be preventing the man opposite him from doing anything.

"You can't do this, her life has long been not just her, her knowledge--"

"I don't care what Fields Award or Nobel Prize! Since she is so important to you, then you pay for her?"

Standing opposite Professor Morishige is a burly middle-aged man about 1 meter and 9 meters tall.

Thick distiller's nose and intestines accentuated his terrible living condition. The brown leather jacket and jeans stained with motor oil looked like they had just got off the truck.

The roaring voice trembled the glass. Against the background of the flying spitting star and the aggressive momentum, Professor Mori Zhongwen's low height was even smaller in front of his huge body.

However, he tried to calm the mood of the irritable man.

"Of course we will do something--"

Rude interrupted him rudely, and the tall and tall man continued with a fierce attitude, "Recognize the reality, you have read the medical certificate, she is not saved!"

As soon as this sentence came out, a strange voice came from behind.

"Who said you weren't saved?"

Hearing a sudden noise from the side, the burly man's expression was slightly stagnant, and he turned to look at the young man who was coming this way, squinting his eyes.

"Who are you? It's none of your business, go away, or do you want to find the difference?"

Ignoring his warning gaze, and the discouraged look of Professor Mori Shigeman next to him, Lu Zhou stepped forward and glanced at the document on the table.

Ilyich ...

This is probably the name of this man.

Moreover, looking at the surname, it should be a relative of Willa, but I don't know why the body size is so wide, and I don't see a little genetic verification.

Looking up the signature, Lu Zhou saw the document's title and the first few lines of the body.

[Give up consent for treatment ...]

His eyebrows were raised slightly, and Lu Zhou raised his head, looking at the man about a head taller than himself.

"You plan to let her give up treatment? Who gives you the right to do so."

"I am her great father. It was I who brought her into this world, and I naturally have this right!" Read the unpleasant taste from that look, Iric lifted his chin, looked at Lu Zhou with a poor look. He said politely, "I don't need to waste money on a dead person. It would be better to end her pain earlier."

Standing next to him, Mr. Mori said: "It doesn't require you to pay a penny. We understand that Miss Puyi has a deposit and that the Fields Prize itself has a $ 150 million bonus, which can be for her Pay the initial cost of treatment, and we will initiate donations in the future-"

The moment he heard this sentence, the man's eyes suddenly narrowed into a seam.

A greedy green light shone in that slit.

"She still has a deposit?"

"Which bank?"

Seeing the greed in the man's eyes, Lu Zhou suddenly understood.

Why was Willa obviously receiving a good salary when she was in Princeton, but she had been struggling.

He finally understood why she always avoided talking about her family, or even talking about her middle name ...

Although knowing that anger talk at this time will only have a counter-productive effect, Lu Zhou didn't hold back and scolded the sentence in his heart.

"It's disgusting ..."

The air freezes for a moment.

The narrowed pupil narrowed slightly, and the man looked at him, throwing a dangerous look at him.

"What did you say? Your boy said it again."

"It's disgusting to say," staring at the man with a poor face, Lu Zhou repeated without a word of disdain in his tone, "If I had such a family, I would definitely mention it He is ashamed of his name. Do you want to hear me scold you? I am very busy and rarely swear, but if you want to, for your sake, I can make an exception to satisfy you. "

His face turned red instantly, and Ilych resembled an angry bull, and his breath became dangerous.

With the crackling of his knuckles, he pressed his right fist and pushed away the nurse who tried to persuade him to walk towards the landing boat step by step.

"You guy, do you want to die!"

"Do you know what you look like? In my eyes you are like a noisy bug. I just need to press my hand to paint your brain on the wall."

Watching Iliqi getting closer and closer, listening quietly to his roaring land boat, he suddenly said.

"I think so, or ... you move me?"

The answer was an oncoming wind.

Knowing that he must have said it, and did not intend to beep with him at all, the hairy fist waved angrily.

However, Lu Zhou's face did not have the slightest fear, not even the intention to hide.

He admits that this speed is fast for himself, and it is not easy to avoid it if he wants to hide.

But for the professional ...

It's still a long way off.

Looking at the stinking face that was getting closer and closer to his fist, a cruel smile appeared on Iric's face.

Some people dare to laugh at their education methods?

No one dared to talk to him in the small town of Nosovka.

He swears that he will remove the nasty guy's nose and stuff it into his own mouth.

However, just when he was thinking that way, just as his fist was still so wide from the nasty face, a huge force struck his elbow.

Without even seeing how the person moved, he seemed to hear a faint click, and then a huge force burst from his abdomen, and then the whole person was thrown from the truck. The sandbags are average and flew out horizontally ...

Duang——!

The trash can was smashed into the side and recessed into the side ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There was a scream from the nurse next to it, and the security guard who came to the news quickly surrounded him.

Wang Peng moved his wrist, looked blankly at the man lying on the ground in a twisted posture, and said it in fairly proficient Russian.

"Speak well, move your hand."

As for who made the man do it ...

He didn't care about such things.

He lost his consciousness in his right hand completely, kicked the garbage litterlessly on both feet, tried the man who hadn't got up from the ground a few times, and roared angrily.

"You're done! Don't you dare do it to me! Look at me and don't flatter you! Keke--"

It can be seen that Wang Peng was merciless.

If that kick was not on his stomach, it was replaced by an elbow or knee bang. He was afraid that he had already entered the emergency room.

Ignoring the man lying on the ground, shouting like an injured wild dog, Lu Zhou picked up the submission that gave up treatment from the ground and tore it into pieces.

Just as he was about to find a complete trash can to throw it away, Yu Guang suddenly caught a glimpse of a crumpled piece of paper that had fallen to the ground.

If you read it right, it should have fallen out of the man's pocket.

And it looks like it should be something like a medical certificate.

The scene was unusually chaotic, and the security guards around him had already been fenced in. However, the people from the Federal Security Agency rushed in to control the situation on the scene.

While none of them noticed her, Lu Zhou stepped aside and picked up the medical certificate from the pocket of Ilych from the ground.

However, at the first glance at the contents of the medical certificate, his heart stopped beating for half an instant.

Lung cancer-

Late!