Chapter 564 Where Is My Mobile Phone? (3/4)

Chapter 564 Where is my mobile phone? (34)

After the incident spread, public opinion was in an uproar.

Three days have passed since the demonstration reactor was successfully ignited.

However, they only now know that the chief designer Lu, who was in charge of the STAR-2 demonstration reactor project, has fallen.

In fact, the demonstration reactor base did not hold a celebration banquet at the beginning, and the commendation meeting was delayed, and even there was no expression after that. Many people have already seen the clues.

It's just that most of the guesses at that time were focused on whether the STAR-2 demonstration reactor had actually been ignited, rather than on Lu Zhou's own health.

But now after this happened, everyone was stunned.

In fact, the higher-ups didn't think about keeping the secret of Lu Zhou's coma. They even prepared a press release for him.

It's just that no one thought that he would be in a coma for so long, so many days had passed, and there was still no sign of waking up.

Considering the shift in the wind of public opinion, and continued secrecy has no sense.

Hua Guo finally confirmed the news.

The first to express its position is Renren Daily.

The press release with the core idea of ​​"devotion to death" was revised and revised, and finally published on the front page.

[Professor Lu Zhou, the chief designer of my country's controllable fusion project, a well-known Nobel Prize winner and Fields Medal winner, when the controllable fusion demonstration reactor was successfully ignited, he fell ill due to long-term overloaded work, and finally collapsed in the The experimental site...]

[According to his colleagues, during the most difficult period of research, the lights in his office were kept on for a week. At the busiest time, he didn't even have time to eat lunch...]

【He is the torch, using his youth to light up the road to the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation. He is a candle, burning all of himself for science and noble cause...]

[May he wake up safely. 】

The picture in the newspaper is a candle.

It is very rare that Renren Daily will pray for the safety of a certain person in such an important position.

The editor's heart was heavy, and those who heard it were also in tears.

Controlled fusion ignition was successful.

It would have been a joyful moment.

However, on this day when the whole country celebrated the reunion and the successful ignition, he who was supposed to sit with his family and share the joy of this moment, burned himself at the end and ignited the light of controllable fusion.

Perhaps, he couldn't hold on anymore.

But he, who was standing there and commanding, persisted until the end, until the moment when the ignition was successful...

Very rare, there were no trolls in this accident.

Even at the moment when the STAR-2 demonstration reactor project was successful, many people said things like "a waste of money" or "a great success", and poured cold water on others with conspiracy theories or subjective assumptions.

And at this moment, no matter whether they see this news, their hearts are really so dark that they feel "happy", but as long as they are still intelligent, they will know how terrible it is to offend the public.

The official WeChat account of Renren Daily.

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Hundreds of thousands of candles floating...

[(candle) (candle)...]

[I wish a speedy recovery! (Candle)】

[May I be single for twenty years, in exchange for you to wake up soon. (Candle)】

【…】

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At the same time, international debates are also going on incessantly.

The representative of the United States: "Professor Lu Zhou is the wealth of all mankind, and his health is not only the responsibility of China. If you are unable to cure him, I suggest sending him to our Johns Hopkins Hospital in Maryland . There, he will receive the best treatment possible."

The representative of the French side interjected: "In terms of neurosurgery, St. Joseph's Hospital is also a good choice! We are willing to bear all of Professor Lu's medical expenses and ensure that he can receive the best treatment."

The representative of the British side knocked on the table and interrupted the representative of the French side, and said seriously: "St. Joseph's Hospital? Where is that? Are you sure you are not joking? No one will doubt that our Royal London Hospital is better than what St. Joseph is so high that he doesn't know where he is."

There was a lot of debate around the conference table about this issue.

Finally, the representative of the Chinese side stood up and interrupted all the quarrels.

"For the safety of Professor Lu, unless it is his own will, we will not agree to such a proposal."

The US representative said seriously: "I hope you will be responsible for Lu Zhou's health!"

Chinese representative: "Sending him to you would be the greatest irresponsibility for his health."

American representative: "What do you mean?"

Representative from the Chinese side: "Hehe."

Not only the governments of various countries, but even the World Health Organization has stood up and expressed its willingness to send a medical team to Beijing for free to provide medical assistance to this outstanding scholar.

In the end, on this issue, Huaguo still made some concessions.

After all, if other countries are still playing their own tricks on this matter, then Hua Guo is probably the one who most hopes that he can wake up.

If domestic experts can't solve it, at least we have to listen to the opinions of foreign experts on this matter.

Compared with a team of experts composed of a certain country, the World Health Organization is undoubtedly a good buffer zone.

Even if the possibility of spies mixing in cannot be ruled out, at least it is within the controllable range.

In this way, a medical team composed of experts from various countries set off from Geneva to China.

However, what is surprising is that the consultation results of the international expert group are no better than the domestic expert group. Even the most authoritative neurosurgery experts cannot diagnose the cause of his coma.

Academician Castine from the UK expressed his views.

"I think this is a very amazing medical phenomenon, and it can even be used as a model in the history of medicine."

Academician Zhao Zhongji said blankly: "Oh?"

Academician Kasting nodded with excitement in his eyes: "Yes, his body is normal, he may just fall asleep, but he just can't wake up. If we can figure out why he fell asleep, it may mean that A Nobel Prize-winning discovery."

Originally, when he came to China, he only regarded this matter as a political task to win the favor of a certain scholar and the country of China. After all, the Royal Academy of Sciences promised him a considerable amount of research funding.

But now, he was completely attracted by this miraculous situation.

Academician Zhao Zhongji had a straight face. Although he was also curious about what this Nobel Prize-level discovery was, he was more concerned about when Lu Zhou would wake up than about the Nobel Prize.

The life of a top scholar cannot be compared with the honors of ten Nobel Prizes.

"If you dare to experiment on him, I swear that you will never be able to experiment in your life."

Seeing that he was really angry, Academician Kasting smiled awkwardly, and said in a calming manner.

"Don't be nervous... I'm just talking."

Although the expression on his face at the beginning didn't seem like he was just talking.

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The multi-national expert team has no good ideas, not to mention that the domestic side is not particularly reassuring of them, and the treatment has become tied up instead.

However, on the bright side, at least his "condition" did not appear to be deteriorating.

However, for him who is unconscious, there are still many people who are anxious about his affairs.

If there is only one person who is not in a hurry, it is probably only Lu Zhou himself.

On January 20th, it was extremely cold, and snowflakes were floating outside the window, coating the glass windows with a layer of screens.

The new year has passed, and it will be New Year's Eve in 4 days.

Lu Zhou, who was wearing a respirator at the moment and lying on the bed, had the same serene expression on his face. If he listened closely, he could even hear the even breathing.

Yan Yan, who was sitting by the bed with tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes, recalled that old father with an angry face and the door panel that slammed down in front of her a few days ago.

And, what he said to her.

"roll!"

"I don't have a daughter like you!"

His father was a soldier who served in Vietnam, gave birth to her very late, and is now retired.

For the man who almost dedicated his life to the country, nothing is more important than the interests of the country.

Even his own daughter.

She knew why he was angry, but she had never been so wronged before.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Yan suddenly felt her nose a little sore.

After all, she was only in her twenties.

Originally, she thought she was mature enough, but now it seems that she is still too young.

Maybe it was because the journey was too smooth, or maybe it was the excellent grades in the military academy that made her overconfident, so much so that she had the illusion that even if an accident happened, she could easily deal with it...

When she took up this task with full confidence, she never thought about the possibility of failure.

With her arms on her knees, she buried the bridge of her nose in her closed palms.

However, just as she fell into the vortex of self-blame and pain, a cough suddenly came from beside her.

Immediately afterwards, the dull and reassuring voice came through the breathing mask.

"Mobile...where is my mobile?"