Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

This International Congress of Mathematicians is definitely the most well-budgeted event ever organized by the International Union of Mathematicians, and it is the most luxurious.

At the same time, however, it is also the most troublesome.

Who would have thought that this would happen suddenly at the 45-minute debriefing site?

And Miss Vera Puyey, the winner of this Feltz Award...

Professor Helch Holden, Secretary-General of the International Union of Mathematicians, had already been busy trying to cope with journalists who had eaten human blood buns and had a pointy, bitter stench in their mouths just to deal with the news.

“I didn't expect this to happen all of a sudden... Damn, why would it be her? ”

At this point, the door of the office opened and Professor Feverman, dressed in a coat, walked in from the outside with a dusty servant.

Looking up at the door, Professor Holden immediately asked.

“How's Miss Vera Pouilly? ”

Professor Feverman shook his head seriously, saying, "It is said to have woken up several times, but the situation is not very good. The Russian Ministry of Health has brought in experts from Moscow's First National Hospital at several academics level, but this kind of cancer… especially hepatocellular lung cancer, diagnosis basically means notification of illness and risk. For the time being, what the Russian side means is that it intends to arrange for the transfer of Miss Vera Puyuy. ”

“Transfer? Where to?”

“It's said to be going to the capital. ”

“China?” Professor Holden was suddenly in a hurry, "is there any famous hospital in China for anti-cancer treatment technology? I mean, is this arrangement really okay? ”

“No hospital in the world can cure the late stages of lung cancer by medical means, my friend,” Professor Feverman sighed, softly saying, "even the best of anti-cancer technology in the United States is impossible to do. From this point of view, it is the same where she is treated. Instead, let her feel better at the last minute..."

Early detection of timely surgical excision of cancer cells was okay, but according to his recent investigation, she was already at an advanced stage when she first visited her doctor a year ago, when she first discovered the condition.

This is the same as the vast majority of patients who have experienced this tragedy.

Instead of giving up on herself in this last year, she did her job on schedule, fulfilling every day and surprised Feverman.

Accepting reality is not an easy thing, and it is not uncommon even to choose to commit suicide after receiving a medical certificate, freeing oneself from the fear of counting down to life.

He asked himself, if he was younger, he couldn't do it.

If he knew he had only 12 months left in his young life, he might not have chosen to commit suicide, but he could never have been more optimistic.

Even if mathematics is more interesting, even if he is passionate about this cause, he will try to go to a life he has never lived before, and maybe try something that is not very legal...

But she didn't.

Not only that, she didn't even let the people around her feel anything different from yesterday and did such an amazing job.

Originally he thought she was a cowardly, shy little girl, not good at facing her own heart, apart from mathematics, often easy to understand the situation.

But now, even at this age, he doesn't necessarily have 100 percent accuracy in his eyes, and she's stronger than he thought.

And gentle…

Not knowing about Vera, Professor Holden frowned and said.

“What do you mean? ”

Professor Feverman, although he could tell a little, naturally wouldn't tell him, but shrugged his shoulders.

“Nothing, I just thought it was a nice view over there and she should be feeling better when she goes. Besides, we can't send her back to Ukraine and let her middle-aged divorced, all-day alcoholic father take care of her, which is murder. ”

Thinking of her unfortunate family, Professor Holden was silent for a while and sighed softly.

“If you say so… it's the only way. ”

At this point, his assistant walked in from outside the office.

“Professor, this congress will be over in two days, and the Clincia Hotel side asks us what we intend to do with the scene in Room Seven. ”

Professor Holden was silent for a while and said: "… let them handle it. ”

In fact, as is the case, it is not a criminal case and there is no need to close the scene at all.

This was done only because the reporting office was not wanted to affect the sentiments of the ongoing International Congress of Mathematicians, or to minimize such negative effects.

Now that the report is almost over, let the hotel take care of it.

The assistant nodded down and said, "Okay, professor, by the way, do you have the keys to the report room? ”

“Keys?” Professor Holton frowned for a moment and continued, "I never put more than three keys in my pocket, and if I recall correctly, you should have the keys to Reporting Room 7. ”

The assistant seemed to be aware of something, and continued a little grumpy.

“But five days ago Professor Lu found me and asked me to take him to Report Room 7. After I took him, he borrowed the key from me and said he would contact you later and return it directly to you. ”

“Professor Lu took the keys from you? I don't remember him contacting me,” Professor Holden frowned, pushed away the chair and stood up, "Wait a minute, I'll check it out at the report room. ”

Even if he borrowed it, it wasn't a serious problem, but it would be better for him to take a look.

Professor Holden walked meteorologically to the door of his office, and Professor Feverman left the table he was leaning against and quickly followed.

“I'm coming with you. ”

Quickly walking through the corridor, dealing with all the people who had greeted themselves along the way, Professor Holton, who had brought Professor Feverman to the door of Reporting Room 7, knocked on his hand and found the door unlocked.

After a moment of hesitation, he reached out and pushed open the door.

With a squeaky sound comes a dull air rampage.

Obviously, the people sitting in there, they don't know how long they've been here.

He stared at the ship sitting at the desk, but soon Professor Holden was left with eight white boards lined up in front of him, taking away all his eyes.

Not just Professor Holden, but also Professor Feverman standing behind him.

Unbelievably staring at the whiteboard, his gaze swept past that line of formula, and the conclusion on the last whiteboard, he swallowed his mouth spit, trembling, he said.

“Do you… prove? ”

“Well, I'm not even sure how many people can understand it, although it's not the ‘simple’ way Sir Attia talks about it, but I'm pretty sure it's settled anyway. ”

Reaching out and touching the nose beam, the ark sitting on the podium thought for a while and looked at Professor Holden, who had become a sculpture, and Professor Feverman, whose shoulder was shaking constantly behind him, and said.

“Can you get me a sandwich, if you like? ”

“I'm a little hungry. Two, if you like. ”