Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

This session of the International Congress of Mathematicians is definitely the most adequate budget ever held by the International Federation of Mathematicians. This is the most luxurious one.

But at the same time, it is also the most troublesome.

Who would have thought that such a thing would happen suddenly at the scene of the 45-minute report meeting.

And this is Miss Vera Puyue, this is the winner of this year's Fields Prize...

In order to cope with those reporters who heard the news and ate **** scent and scented in the mouth, Professor Heilch Holden, Secretary General of the International Union of Mathematicians, was already busy.

"I didn't expect this situation to happen suddenly... Damn, why is she?"

At this time, the office door was pushed open, and Professor Fefferman, wearing a coat, walked in from the outside.

Looking up at the door, Professor Holden asked immediately.

"How is the situation of Willa Pu [.] Miss Youyi?"

Professor Fefferman shook his head seriously and said, "It is said that he woke up a few times, but the situation is not very good. The Russian Ministry of Health has invited several academician-level experts from the First National Hospital in Moscow, but cancer. This kind of thing...especially for liver cancer, liver cancer, the diagnosis basically means a critically ill notice. At present, the meaning of Russia is that I intend to help Miss Vera Puyuyi to transfer the hospital."

"Transfer? Where are you going?"

"It is said to be in Beijing."

"Huaguo?" Professor Holden stunned, and suddenly he was anxious. "Is there a famous hospital in China for anti-cancer treatment technology? I mean, is this arrangement really ok?"

"No hospital in the world can cure the late stage of lung cancer through medical treatment, my friend," Professor Fefferman sighed and said softly. "Even if it is the best in the United States, it is impossible to do it." At this point, where she is treated is the same. It is better to let her feel better in the last time..."

If it is early detection of timely resection of cancer cells, but according to his recent investigation, when she first consulted a year ago, when she first discovered the condition, it was already advanced.

This is the same as most people who suffer from this tragic situation.

It is better to say that during this last year, she did not give up on her own self-defense, and still completed her work step by step. The fulfillment of each day was full, but Fefferman was surprised.

Accepting reality is not an easy task. Even if you choose to commit suicide after receiving a medical certificate, it is not uncommon to free yourself from the fear of counting down your life.

He asked himself, if he was young, he would definitely not be able to do it.

If you know that your young life is only 12 months left, he may not choose to commit suicide, but it is absolutely impossible to be so positive and optimistic.

Even if mathematics is interesting, even if he is keen on this cause, he will try to live a life that he has never had before. If he says bad, he will try something that is not legal enough...

But she did not do this.

Not only that, she didn’t even let the people around her feel that she was different from yesterday, and she did such a great job.

Originally, he thought that her embarrassed, shy little girl was not good at facing her own heart. In addition to mathematics, it is often difficult to understand the situation.

But now it seems that even if he lives to the present age, his eyes are not necessarily 100% accurate, she is stronger than he imagined.

And gentle...

Didn't understand Vera's situation, Professor Holden frowned and said.

"What do you mean?"

Although Professor Fefferman saw a little, he wouldn't tell him naturally, just shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Nothing, I just think that the scenery there is good. She should be in a better mood after she went. If we say, we can't send her back to Ukraine, let her father, who is divorced and digested all the time, look after her." That is tantamount to murder."

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

"Since you said that... you can only do this."

At this time, his assistant came in from outside the office.

“Professor, this conference will be over in two days. The Corinthia Hotel asked us how we planned to deal with the scene of Hall 7.”

Professor Holden said for a moment of silence: "...give them to deal with it."

In fact, like this situation, it is not a criminal case. There is no need to close the scene.

The reason for this is simply because I don't want this lecture hall to affect the mood of the ongoing International Congress of Mathematicians, or to reduce this negative impact as much as possible.

Now that the report is about to end, it will be handed over to the hotel for disposal.

The assistant nodded and said, "Good professor, yes, is the key to the lecture hall here?"

"Key?" Professor Holden squinted a little, frowning and continued. "I never put more than three keys in my pocket. If I remember correctly, the key to Hall 7 should be there."

The assistant seemed to be aware of something and continued to say a little bit.

"But five days ago, Professor Lu found me and asked me to take him to the lecture hall on the 7th. After I took him, he borrowed the keys from me and said that he would contact you and return the keys directly. For you."

"Professor Lu took the key from you? I don't remember that he contacted me," Professor Holden frowned and pushed the chair up. "You wait, I go to the lecture hall." a bit."

Although even if you borrowed it is not a very serious problem, he really still has a good look.

Seeing that Professor Holden strode to the office door, Professor Fefferman also left the table and quickly followed.

"I will go with you."

Stepping through the corridor, he rushed to deal with all the people who greeted him on the way. Professor Howard, who came to the door of Hall 7 with Professor Fefferman, reached out and knocked on the door and found that the door was unlocked.

After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and pushed open the door.

With a bang, the dull air rushed.

Obviously, the person sitting inside has not known how long it will stay.

Suddenly watching the Lu Zhou sitting on the desk, but soon, Professor Holden was lined up with eight whiteboards in front of him, taking away all the attention.

Not just Professor Holden, the same is true of Professor Fefferman who stands behind him.

Unbelievably staring at the whiteboard, his eyes swept through the line of calculations, and the conclusion on the last whiteboard, he swallowed and trembled.

"You... prove it?"

"Oh, let's not use the 'very simple' method of Sir Attiya's mouth. Even if there are many people who can understand me, I am not sure, but... it is always solved. I can be sure of this. ""

Stretching his hand and touching the bridge of the nose, Lu Zhou, sitting on the podium, thought for a while, and looked at Professor Holden, who had turned into a sculpture, and Professor Weaverman, who was shaking his shoulders behind him, said. .

"If it's convenient, can you take a sandwich for me?"

"I am a little hungry, the best is two."