Chapter 1026 The Ill-Fated IMU Conference

This International Congress of Mathematicians is definitely the one with the most adequate budget ever held by the International Union of Mathematicians, and it is the most luxurious one.

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

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

And this Miss Vera Puyoi is the winner of this year's Fields Medal...

In order to deal with the reporters who came to eat human blood and stench, Professor Helch Holden, secretary general of the International Union of Mathematicians, was already very busy.

"I didn't expect such a situation to suddenly appear...Damn, why is it her?"

At this time, the door of the office 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 Miss Vera Puyoi doing?"

Professor Fefferman shook his head solemnly and said, "It is said that I woke up several times, but the condition is not very good. The Russian Ministry of Health has invited several academician-level experts from the Moscow First National Hospital, but cancer This kind of thing...especially liver cancer and lung cancer, a diagnosis basically means a notification of critical illness. At present, the Russian side means that it intends to help Miss Vera Puyuyi arrange for a transfer. "

"Transfer? Where to go?"

"It is said to be in Beijing."

"Huaguo?" Professor Holden was stunned for a moment, then became anxious, "Is there any famous hospital in Huaguo in the field of anti-cancer treatment technology? I mean, is this arrangement really okay?"

"There is no hospital in the world that can cure advanced lung cancer through medical means, my friend," Professor Fefferman sighed and said softly, "Even in the United States, where the anti-cancer technology is the best, it is impossible to do so. To. From this point of view, it is the same wherever she receives treatment. Instead of this, it is better to let her feel better in the last time..."

It would be fine if it was discovered early and surgically removed the cancer cells in time, but according to his recent investigation, when she first consulted a doctor a year ago, that is, when the disease was first discovered, it was already at an advanced stage.

This is also the case with the vast majority of patients who experience this misery.

Rather, in the last year, she did not give up on herself, she still completed her work step by step, and lived every day to the full, which surprised Fefferman.

It is not easy to accept the reality, and it is not uncommon to even choose to commit suicide after receiving a medical certificate to free yourself from the fear of the countdown to life.

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

If he knew that he had only 12 months left in his young life, he might not choose to commit suicide, but it was absolutely impossible to be so positive and optimistic.

No matter how interesting math is, no matter how passionate he is in this career, he will try to live a life he has never lived before, and maybe he will try things that are not very legal...

But she didn't.

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

Originally, he thought she was a cowardly and shy little girl who was not good at facing her own heart. In addition to mathematics, it was easy to be confused about the situation.

But now it seems that even at this age, his eyesight is not necessarily 100% accurate, she is stronger than he imagined.

and gentle...

Not knowing Vera's situation, Professor Holden frowned and said.

"What's the meaning?"

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

"It's nothing, I just think the scenery there is good, and she should feel better when she goes there. No matter what, we can't send her back to Ukraine, and let her middle-aged divorced and alcoholic father take care of her. , that would be tantamount to murder."

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

"Since you said so...that's the only way to do it."

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

"Professor, this conference will end in two days, and the Corinthia Hotel asked us what we plan to do with the scene in Lecture Hall No. 7."

Professor Holden was silent for a while and said, "...Let them deal with it."

In fact, in this case, it is not a criminal case, and there is no need to close the scene.

And the reason for this is just 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 meeting is about to end, it is better to leave it to the hotel to deal with it.

The assistant nodded and said, "Okay professor, by the way, do you have the key to the lecture hall?"

"Keys?" Professor Holden was stunned for a moment, then continued frowning, "I never keep more than three keys in my pocket. If I remember correctly, the key to Lecture Hall 7 should be with you."

The assistant seemed to realize something, and continued to speak a little nervously.

"But five days ago, Professor Lu found me and asked me to take him to the No. 7 lecture hall. After I took him there, he borrowed the key from me, saying that he would contact you later and return the key directly. to you."

"Professor Lu took the key from you? I don't remember he contacted me," Professor Holden frowned, pushed away his chair and stood up, "Wait first, I'll go to the lecture hall to see a bit."

Even if he borrowed it, it wasn't a serious problem, but he still had a good look at it.

Seeing Professor Holden striding towards the door of the office, Professor Fefferman also left the desk he was leaning against and quickly followed.

"I will go with you."

He walked quickly through the corridor, and hurriedly dealt with all the people who greeted him along the way. Professor Holden, who brought Professor Fefferman to the door of Lecture Hall 7, 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 screeching sound, the dull air rushed towards the face.

Obviously, the people sitting inside have been here for a long time.

He stared at Lu Zhou who was sitting at the lecture table, but soon, Professor Holden was lined up in front of him with eight whiteboards, taking all his attention.

Not only Professor Holden, but also Professor Fefferman standing behind him.

Staring at the whiteboard in disbelief, his eyes swept across the row of calculations and the conclusion on the last whiteboard. He swallowed and said in a trembling voice.

"You... proved it?"

"Forget it, although it's not the 'very simple' method that Sir Attia said, and I'm not even sure how many people can understand me, but... it's solved in the end, I can be sure of this. ."

Reaching out and touching the bridge of his nose, Lu Zhou, who was sitting on the podium, thought for a while, looked at Professor Holden, who had turned into a sculpture, and Professor Fefferman, whose shoulders were shaking constantly behind him, and said. .

"Can you get me a sandwich if it's convenient?"

"I'm a little hungry. Two are the best."