The unparalleled talent of the country started from Harbin Institute of Technology

Princeton University, July 1990.

"Wei, are you going to Harbin Institute of Technology for the conference again this month?"

Looking at the 84-year-old man before him, Van Lawrence couldn't help but ask.

Andrei Weil nodded:
"Of course, although I am old, I am not dead yet, so why can't I go?"

He was born in May 1906, and it is now July 1990. He has just celebrated his 84th birthday.

Although he is old, his health is still quite good.

As one of the few top mathematicians in the field, Andre Weil would certainly not easily give up going to Harbin Institute of Technology to attend this conference.

"Professor Wang is a blessing to our mathematics community. He is a super genius. This is his third coronation. I am still able to walk, so naturally I cannot, and should not, be absent."

"Otherwise, I might regret it for the rest of my life!"

Upon hearing the other person's words, Van Lawrence couldn't help but say:

"Actually, Professor Wang should have come to Berkeley for the conference in 1986. Alas, he was too timid."

The 20th International Congress of Mathematicians was held in Berkeley, USA. Wang Duoyu did not attend, otherwise he and his student Yorkz would have been able to receive the award together on stage, which would have been a famous scene in the mathematics world.

Pity!
Andrei Weil, however, had a different opinion:
"You underestimate those people. If Professor Wang had really come to Berkeley, he might have really ruined him."

The two chatted about this issue for a bit, and then moved on to other topics.

For these mathematical researchers, gossiping is just a bit of fun in their otherwise tedious research life, a way to relax their tense nerves.

"I wonder if I'll be able to see the Langlands manifesto completely unified before I die."

Seeing Andrei reminiscing about this matter, Van Lawrence didn't know what to say.

The Langlands Program was largely driven by Wang Duoyu, which is why it has become one of the most popular topics in the global mathematics community today.

However, due to its unique nature, there are actually not many researchers studying this topic.

why?
Because most mathematical researchers lacked that kind of confidence, and other top mathematicians were also deterred by Wang Duoyu's words and dared not interfere casually anymore.

Over the past decade or so, he has successively completed research achievements such as Fermat's Last Theorem, Fundamental Lemma, Geometric Langlands Conjecture, Reciprocity Conjecture, and Functor Conjecture.

Any one of these research achievements, taken individually, would be enough to make someone famous in the mathematics community and establish their place in the history of mathematics.

But all of these achievements belong to Wang Duoyu alone.

This is the power of the world's only "Emperor of Mathematics" today; his achievements are unparalleled, and his position is unshakeable.

"By the way, what about the most outstanding PhD students from Princeton University in the last two years? How are they doing now?"

After putting aside his emotions, Andrei suddenly asked a question.

Van Lawrence shook his head immediately.

Princeton University is indeed the global center for mathematics.

However, many of the very outstanding PhDs and professors from a few years ago have not produced any significant results in recent years.

If there were any, it wouldn't be brought up now.

For example, the mathematicians who gave presentations at the conference in 1986, such as Sheila, Jeffrey Vaughan, and Max Stein, have published relatively unremarkable papers in recent years, with nothing particularly impressive.

"Ugh!!!"

Andrei Weil sighed; he didn't know what to say.

He definitely had ulterior motives.

Princeton University's status as the world's center of mathematics is crumbling.

The global mathematics community is making a pilgrimage to Harbin.

Wang Duoyu is only thirty-four years old now, which is undoubtedly very young.

He might even be crowned again in 1994.

Even after that, the global mathematics community will continue to grovel under Wang Duoyu's leadership for another ten or twenty years.

After all, mathematicians can still accomplish a lot of crucial work before the age of sixty.

Of course, all of this is based on the premise that Wang Duoyu can live to the age of sixty.

Van Lawrence's eyes flickered, but he had no choice but to lower his head.

Wang Duoyu is too dominant, and Princeton doesn't have any mathematicians to rival him, so it's the right thing to do to avoid his sharp edge for now.

It's not that Princeton holds the truth and can solve everything.

On the Korean Peninsula battlefield back then, Van Lawrence and his men witnessed that history firsthand.

In London, the foggy city of Great Britain, on the campus of Oxford University, Professor Renstra has already purchased his plane tickets. He will lead two of his outstanding doctoral students to the Ice City to attend this conference.

He was accompanied by several professors, including Sasling, as well as professors from Cambridge University and Fellows of the Royal Mathematical Society.

This time, Great Britain will send a team of fifty-six mathematicians.

However, Renstra knew that in addition to the teams that were invited, there were also many doctoral students who went at their own expense.

As is well known, this year's Congress of Mathematicians is completely different from previous ones.

In addition, the current wave of economic globalization and the rise of the Internet have brought people closer together.

Here in London, you can also access the official website of Harbin Institute of Technology and adjust the language of the website yourself.

The language option can be found in a very prominent position in the upper right corner of the Harbin Institute of Technology's official website.

The drop-down menu includes several major global languages ​​such as Chinese, Traditional Chinese, English, Russian, and French.

This also demonstrates that Harbin Institute of Technology's official website is indeed of a certain standard.

From Princeton to London, from London to Paris, then to Berlin, and then to Singapore, Hong Kong, Taipei, and Tokyo, university mathematics departments in almost every part of the world are discussing this congress of mathematicians.

Everyone was even more excited about the conference than Wang Duoyu, the "Emperor of Mathematics."

In the ALD zone, Wang Duoyu was unaware of all this, because he was already close to solving part of the Riemann Hypothesis.

However, on July 2nd, Wang Junkang had been suffering from a cold and fever for two consecutive days, and the doctors were at a loss.

Wang Duoyu took the time to take Wang Junkang's pulse, as he felt something was amiss and was quite uneasy about it.

So he decisively arranged for a plane to take off on the afternoon of the 2nd, heading straight for the capital.

"Duoyu, have you discovered something?"

Liu Xiaoli, who was holding Wang Junkang's hand, looked extremely anxious.

Beside her, Wang Yifei, Li Shumin, Lu Yuexin, and the other children all watched with longing eyes, their eyes glistening with tears.

Clearly, Wang Junkang's persistent high fever, coupled with Liu Xiaoli's unstable emotions, caused Wang Yifei and the others to become frightened.

"Sisi, don't cry. You two go out and play first, and Daddy and Mommy will talk for a bit, okay?"

Wang Duoyu squatted down, picked up Wang Junkang, and then said to Wang Yifei.

He was certain of one thing: something must have happened to Wang Junkang.

This disease is likely a sudden-onset illness.

He had studied medicine and read many medical books before, but he was not an experienced doctor, so he could not make a diagnosis by taking the pulse directly.

However, he felt a palpitation in his heart, something he had never experienced before, so he needed to rush to the capital immediately.

Only Beijing is a city that gathers the nation's top doctors.

After the children had all left, Wang Duoyu said to Liu Xiaoli:

"I'm not feeling well right now, and it's already July 2nd, so I should go back."

"But have you finished your work?"

"Since the third son is in this condition, I should take him to Peking Union Medical College Hospital in Beijing for a check-up first, otherwise I won't feel at ease."

All four children in the family are his children, regardless of which one they are.

If they have any health problems, how could he possibly sit still and do scientific research with peace of mind?
Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoli nodded in agreement.

So Wang Duoyu briefly explained a few words to Li Yuming and Zhu Lishun, then hurriedly headed to the airport and left the ALD district.

As night fell, Wang Duoyu and his group arrived in the capital.

People from Peking Union Medical College Hospital and 301 Hospital had already arrived and picked up Wang Junkang after Wang Duoyu and his group got off the plane.

Wang Duoyu also got into the car and went to Xiehe Hospital together.

Peking Union Medical College Hospital is currently one of the top medical institutions in China. Many of its medical equipment and technologies, including those in gynecology, pediatrics, orthopedics, cardiology, neurology, and oncology, are ranked number one within the hospital.

The 301 Hospital is also very strong, but it is a military hospital.

Moreover, the 301 Hospital was established by borrowing half of its doctors from Peking Union Medical College Hospital; otherwise, Peking Union Medical College Hospital would have been even more prestigious.

After more than two hours of comprehensive examination, a preliminary diagnosis has been made that Wang Junkang has neuroblastoma.

"Professor Wang, Wang Junkang's condition isn't extremely serious right now, but he has neuroblastoma."

A doctor from Peking Union Medical College Hospital spoke with a serious expression.

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Xiaoli collapsed into Wang Duoyu's arms.

One word popped into her mind: tumor!

That is, a tumor, commonly known as cancer!

Liu Xiaoli wasn't completely ignorant. When Wang Duoyu was looking through medical books, she had also read some and learned a lot about childhood diseases.

But she never imagined that her son, Wang Junkang, would get a cell tumor.

"Xiaoli, calm down. Nothing has happened yet, and even if something does happen, I'm still here."

Wang Duoyu helped Liu Xiaoli up and encouraged her to cheer up.

Fortunately, Wang Yifei and the other children have already been sent back to No. 87 Zhongguancun West Street, otherwise the scene would definitely be even more lively right now.

"Why is my third child suffering so much?"

At this moment, tears silently streamed down Liu Xiaoli's cheeks as she struggled to accept the so-called cell tumor.

When she gave birth to Wang Junkang, she almost lost her life along with her unborn child due to severe bleeding and miscarriage.

Thankfully, God intervened and spared the mother and son from leaving.

She had finally raised Wang Junkang to be over four years old, and now this cell tumor had appeared. Isn't this just tormenting her and her son?

Although she has given birth to three children, they are all her own flesh and blood, and Liu Xiaoli hopes that they can grow up healthy and happy.

"Xiaoli, I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush!"

Although Wang Duoyu was also deeply saddened, he knew he had to pull himself together.

"Sit down first, don't rush, listen to what the doctor has to say."

At this moment, the doctor from Peking Union Medical College Hospital finally spoke:

"What we can confirm now is that Wang Junkang likely has neuroblastoma, but we still cannot determine whether it is benign or malignant."

In fact, Wang Duoyu was very clear that diseases like neuroblastoma are not easily detected in normal circumstances.

But once it breaks out, it's usually in the middle or late stages.

But if Wang Duoyu remembered correctly, no one in the Wang family had ever suffered from such an illness.

There's none in Liu Xiaoli's family either, so it's impossible that it's hereditary.

I just don't know what caused it.

With current medical technology, to be honest, Wang Duoyu himself couldn't be sure whether Xiehe Hospital could save the child.

The puncture biopsy technique emerged in 1980, and related clinical trials have been conducted at hospitals such as Peking Union Medical College Hospital and 301 Hospital.

The attending physician at Peking Union Medical College Hospital then explained to Wang Duoyu that a puncture biopsy would be quite painful, and that it was necessary to explain this to the child, Wang Junkang, beforehand.

Only through a biopsy can it be determined whether Wang Junkang's tumor is benign or malignant, and its current extent of spread.

"Okay, no problem, I'll explain it to my child."

Wang Duoyu said in a deep voice, then frowned and said, "Doctor, how about I help you with the examination?"

Before the other person could speak, he continued:

"I previously interned at the Affiliated Hospital of Harbin Institute of Technology and learned some medical skills, so assisting in examinations should be no problem."

Seeing Wang Duoyu's worry, the doctor had no choice but to agree.

Liu Xiaoli was left outside the examination room, while Wang Duoyu held the third child and gently comforted the child in a tender voice.

From the moment the plane landed in Beijing until now, Wang Junkang has remained very well-behaved.

He knew he was sick, and his parents were very worried about him.

Although it hurt a lot when the needles went in during the blood tests and other examinations, his father had told him that he was a man and therefore he couldn't cry.

However, now that his father is holding him, he feels like crying.

But remembering what his father had said, he dared not cry.

"You have to be strong, don't be afraid."

"Daddy will be with you, and Mommy is outside too. Don't think too much, just cooperate with the doctor's examination, just like the homework I asked you to do before. Once you finish it, Daddy will take you out to play."

With his father's gentle voice, Wang Junkang endured the pain and successfully completed the puncture examination.

"Okay, let Mom take you back to sleep."

After the examination, Wang Duoyu handed the child over to Liu Xiaoli and asked her to take the third child to a private ward in the hospital to rest.

He himself was discussing the diagnosis and treatment of neuroblastoma with his doctor.

This disease was first discovered eighty years ago, when the medical community abroad discovered it through continuous accumulation of clinical experience.

Patients with neuroblastoma may need to visit different initial departments due to various symptoms, such as abdominal masses, abdominal pain, loss of appetite, and high fever.

As the king of childhood cancers, neuroblastoma is currently only treated with multi-drug combination chemotherapy, supplemented by surgery and radiotherapy, which cannot meet the treatment needs of most high-risk neuroblastomas.

"The incidence of tumor recurrence remains high, and we are now reflecting on and advancing treatment techniques."

Wang Duoyu listened attentively to their explanation of the situation. At that moment, he couldn't care less about his grief; he only wanted to know the specifics of his child's condition and whether it could be cured.

More than half an hour later, the specific results came out.

Several experienced pediatricians and oncologists conducted a joint consultation, and the current conclusion is that Wang Junkang's neuroblastoma is malignant.

Fortunately, we are currently in the middle stage, not the middle or late stage, let alone the late stage.

Therefore, we have not yet reached the stage of issuing a death certificate.

Even so, when Wang Duoyu heard the word "malignant," his heart sank.

Why is this happening?

Wang Duoyu had no time to think about or delve into the reasons; his most important task at the moment was to cure Wang Junkang.

"Doctors, my son's condition is very serious now, so I hope you can all help him get out of danger."

Several doctors from Peking Union Medical College Hospital nodded quickly.

They all knew who Wang Duoyu was, and even though they were feeling sleepy, they didn't dare to show it.

"Professor Wang, our hospital is a national authority on neuroblastoma."

One of the pediatricians spoke up:

"However, as we just mentioned, the current treatment methods in China mainly involve medication supplemented by surgery and radiotherapy."

"There is an advanced treatment device abroad called a medical linear accelerator."

The other doctors echoed this sentiment.

Wang Duoyu understood that these doctors probably knew of his reputation and wanted to take advantage of his son's tumor to introduce advanced equipment such as the medical linear accelerator to Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Because he was very clear that such equipment was intended to be introduced into China.

The procurement, transportation, and installation alone could take at least six months to complete.

Even after installation, various clinical trials are still needed, and it's impossible for Wang Junkang to use it in the short term.

Even if it were useful, would Wang Duoyu dare to use it?

Because any new treatment or drug needs time to undergo clinical trials, rather than being developed and then immediately put into use.

Medical treatment equipment is relatively complex, especially in China.

The approval process for many devices takes years; how can they be approved so easily?
The problem now is that Wang Junkang, a neuroblastoma patient, is only in the middle stage, but once it develops, it will quickly progress to the middle and late stages.

It could take his life at any moment.

Therefore, Wang Duoyu was very anxious; he needed to get Wang Junkang out of danger as soon as possible.

"Okay, no problem, I'll arrange it!"

After listening to the story, Wang Duoyu immediately agreed.

There is no doubt that domestic technology and equipment are lagging behind.

He had previously been promoting the advancement of medical skills and equipment at the Harbin Institute of Technology Affiliated Hospital, arranging for Heilongjiang Capital, Lotte Group, and others to purchase a large amount of equipment or advanced technology from Japan, the United States, and other foreign regions.

However, even abroad, there is actually no cure for this disease, which is considered the king of childhood tumors.

Even advanced medical equipment like medical linear accelerators are not yet fully developed by foreign technology. However, Wang Duoyu can't worry about that now; if something can be solved with money, he will definitely do it as soon as possible.

In the following time, Wang Duoyu listened to their consultation and discussion, and he participated in the entire process regarding the details of the treatment plan.

However, we can't rush it. We need to conduct another round of examinations tomorrow to ensure that no unexpected problems arise during the surgery.

Suddenly, Wang Duoyu thought of the Health Bureau and couldn't help but say:
"Gentlemen, should we consult with the senior doctors at the Health Bureau?"

Ten years ago, he and Zhu Ling visited the Beijing University of Chinese Medicine and met Professor Ji, a renowned figure in traditional Chinese medicine. He wondered if Professor Ji had passed away by then.

Because ten years ago, the other person was already ninety-two years old.

He worried that even if the other person was still alive, they would probably have difficulty moving around.
After all, if he were still alive, he would be 102 years old.

How can an elderly man of such advanced age treat his son's illness?

Even though most of the treatments in traditional Chinese medicine rely on acupuncture and herbal medicine, that was for a centenarian.

It was because he thought of Professor Ji that Wang Duoyu remembered the Health Bureau.

This unit has many top medical experts, many of whom are either retired from Peking Union Medical College Hospital or recruited there.

That's why he asked.

"Professor Wang, your son has neuroblastoma, a disease that usually affects children under five years old."

However, the doctors at Peking Union Medical College Hospital shook their heads and said:

"Most of the doctors at the Health Bureau are experts in health care for middle-aged and elderly people, cardiovascular diseases, coronary heart disease, and other related conditions, but pediatrics is not their specialty."

Upon hearing this, Wang Duoyu nodded.

It's really not a pleasant feeling to have to ask someone for a favor.

But he is a human being, not a god; otherwise, he could have personally treated the third son's illness.

After finishing today's consultation, Wang Duoyu left the conference room and went straight to the private ward.

"Is the third child asleep?"

When I knocked and came in, the lights were off inside, with only a dim glow.

Seeing Liu Xiaoli still sitting on the edge of the bed staring blankly at the third brother, Wang Duoyu couldn't bear it.

Seeing him come in, Liu Xiaoli quickly got up and pulled him outside.

Seeing this, Yuan Zuliang and his group had no choice but to move away a bit.

"How is he? Is the third brother alright? It wasn't anything serious, was it?"

In the corridor, Liu Xiaoli asked anxiously, her eyes fixed on Wang Duoyu, her hands clasped in a prayer-like gesture.

She doesn't believe in Buddhism, but at this moment, if believing in Buddhism were useful, she would definitely kneel before the Buddha for a long time without getting up.

"Don't panic, Xiaoli, calm down!"

Wang Duoyu grasped her hand and said in a deep voice:

"The results are in: the third son has neuroblastoma, which is malignant, not benign, but..."

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Xiaoli had already fainted.

It wasn't that she couldn't handle the situation, but rather that she couldn't accept the outcome.

After a while, Wang Duoyu gently patted her awake and pinched her philtrum before she finally woke up.

But when she woke up, her eyes were unfocused and she felt weak and limp all over.

"Don't think too much about it. The third child isn't completely beyond saving. I've already discussed treatment options with the doctor."

Wang Duoyu said in a deep voice:

"His condition is in the middle stage, not the middle-to-late stage, much less the late stage, so the third child can definitely be cured. Don't worry too much. You need to take good care of your own health, otherwise you'll collapse before the third child is cured."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoli's eyes finally lit up a little more.

"Are you telling the truth? Can you really cure the third son?"

Hearing her trembling voice, Wang Duoyu felt very sad.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural order of things, which no one can stop or predict.

But when faced with such a thing in person, I still couldn't help but feel sad and couldn't let it go.

"of course it's true!"

Wang Duoyu said, forcing himself to speak.

In truth, he himself wasn't very confident, since he wasn't a real doctor.
Moreover, even for experienced doctors, in this day and age, no one really has a high degree of certainty about treating a disease like neuroblastoma.

Half an hour ago, the doctors at Peking Union Medical College Hospital also held a joint consultation and reviewed all of Wang Junkang's test results before proposing a treatment plan that combined surgery, medication, and radiotherapy.

Furthermore, due to Wang Duoyu's special status, they will conduct a full check-up tomorrow after daytime as a precaution.

On the other hand, Wang Junkang had just returned to the plains from the plateau region today, so he also needed time to rest and adjust.

Performing surgery rashly is not a good thing.

In short, judging from the tone of the doctors at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, they weren't 100% certain.

If even experienced doctors like them are like this, what about Wang Duoyu, an ordinary doctor who only came to the profession halfway through his career and had only read medical books and interned for a few months?

Even if he is a genius, so what?
Becoming a doctor isn't like having a dinner party where you can just memorize a few medical books, pass an exam, and then start practicing medicine.

It's not that simple at all!
It's important to understand that even with extremely rigorous doctor training systems, there are still incompetent doctors in many positions.

After all, there's always a way to circumvent policies.

In Wang Duoyu's previous life, there was a teacher surnamed Zhang.

This person has repeatedly risked his life to warn prospective medical students, especially those from ordinary families.

Then don't apply for medical school.

"That's good, that's good"

Liu Xiaoli muttered to herself.

Wang Duoyu was really afraid that she was mentally unstable, so he quickly comforted her and told her not to think so much.

Meanwhile, one of them will definitely need to go home tonight.

At this moment, Liu Xiaoli volunteered to stay and accompany the third son, so that Wang Duoyu could return to his home at No. 87, Zhongguancun West Street.

"Alright, you stay here. I'll go back first and come see you and Lao San at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Don't come so early, it's already twelve o'clock. Come back later."

The two chatted for a while longer, after which Wang Duoyu entered the ward, glanced at the sleeping Lao San, and turned to leave.

At home in courtyard number 87, Wang Yifei and her children were still awake.

When they heard the noise, they all got up.

In fact, Li Shumin and the other children were already dozing off, because they had been up all day and were very tired.

"father!"

Wang Yifei, with her sharp eyes, spotted her father entering and immediately cried out in a tearful voice.

When she shouted that, Li Shumin and the other children suddenly felt like crying too.

"Honey, your third brother is fine. Don't think too much about it. Go to sleep now. When you wake up, we'll go see him tomorrow, okay?"

At this point, Wang Duoyu was at a loss. He had just finished comforting the older child at the hospital, and now he had to comfort the younger one when he got home.

As a man, it was indeed a bit tiring, but there was no other way.

After being coaxed like that, the little one got sleepy and soon fell asleep in her father's arms.

Seeing this, Wang Duoyu carried the child back to her room and put her on the bed.

The next day, Wang Duoyu brought Wang Yifei and the other children to Peking Union Medical College Hospital early in the morning.

In the morning, when Wang Junkang was scheduled to undergo various examinations, leaders such as Fang Lihe, Zeng Zhaoshun, and Qi Haimin all arrived.

They heard the news and knew the general situation, so they rushed over.

Wang Duoyu wasn't in a good mood, so he forced himself to chat briefly with Fang Li and the others before telling them to go back first.

Seeing this, Fang Li and the others did not linger.

After all, they are all leaders, and they are all very busy.

But to Wang Duoyu's surprise, several more groups of guests arrived.

He originally didn't have the time or the mood to deal with these social interactions, but he had to force himself to greet them.

The only reason people come to the hospital is because of Wang Duoyu.

Otherwise, who would come to see Wang Junkang?

After seeing off the group of guests from Peking University, Peking Union Medical College Hospital had received all the test results and conducted another joint consultation.

Wang Duoyu got involved.

Liu Xiaoli didn't come, and she couldn't understand much anyway. Wang Duoyu didn't want her to come either, otherwise, she might have fainted on the spot again.

Time passed slowly, and after more than half an hour, Wang Duoyu came out of the conference room.

The treatment plan has now been finalized.

However, Wang Junkang still needs to rest well, and the surgery will be performed a week later.

The medication will be administered over the next week, followed by surgery.

After leaving the meeting room, Wang Duoyu briefly explained the situation to Liu Xiaoli, and then returned to No. 87 Zhongguancun West Street to contact Zheng Baoyin.

Zheng Baoyin, who was far away in New York, was quite surprised when he received a call from his uncle.

He was stunned when he learned that his uncle wanted to buy a medical linear accelerator.

"Uncle, this kind of medical equipment must be quite advanced, right? We think we bought some before, but the price was too high."

"Don't worry about anything else. Arrange for someone to make the purchase immediately. Don't worry about the cost. Right now, hang up the phone and go make the purchase. Money is not a problem. Baoyin, do you understand?"

"Okay, okay, Uncle, I understand. I'll contact them right now!"

Zheng Baoyin was immediately terrified. It was the first time he had ever heard his uncle speak in such a tone and manner, which meant that something was definitely wrong.

"Uncle, may I ask if there's a problem at home?"

"It's alright. You should focus on handling this matter as soon as possible. I need to see the medical linear accelerator in Beijing in a week. Do you understand?"

Wang Duoyu was in a bad mood, so his tone was naturally not as light and cheerful as before.

"Okay, Uncle, I'll prepare right away and arrange the plane at the same time."

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Baoyin frowned and immediately called his contact.

Equipment like a medical linear accelerator simply cannot appear in Beijing within a week.

Because this is a super huge machine, it requires an extraordinary number of parts.

Its components include an electron gun, acceleration system, waveguide, beam transmission system, cooling system, control system, detection system, treatment head, treatment bed, hand control box, as well as accessories such as wedge filter, front pointer, shadow disc, and auxiliary equipment for adjustment and treatment process.

Overall, it's a rather complex system.

Therefore, a medical linear accelerator is not just a single device.

In addition, corresponding buildings are needed to install these devices.

In short, the entire space of a hospital would probably be taken up by the components of this medical linear accelerator.

Furthermore, its requirements for the power system supply are very high, so it is necessary to do a good job in these aspects of management and control.

Zheng Baoyin contacted the medical equipment supplier in the United States, and then called Wang Jianchao.

"Jianchao, do you know that something bad has happened at home?"

"What? Something happened at home? What happened?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jianchao immediately stood up and pushed away the woman who tried to approach him.

Since becoming wealthy, he has repeatedly tried to improve his life.

He even established a charity in Hong Kong Island, investing a total of US$100 million.

It's clear that he really wants to improve.

However, after his ninth uncle discovered this, he had to keep it under wraps and carry it out secretly.

His wife knew he was having an affair, but she couldn't control him.

Who made Wang Jianchao's status different now?

However, Wang Jianchao is different from his cousin Zheng Baoqiang.

Zheng Baoqiang is henpecked, ambitious but lacking in talent; he doesn't have Wang Jianchao's shrewdness, ability, or broad vision.

Therefore, Zheng Baoqiang's fate was certainly not good.

Although Wang Jianchao has someone outside the home, he still takes good care of his family and is very filial, knowing how to prioritize.

After all, if he can't distinguish between what's important and what's not, I believe his Ninth Uncle Wang Duoyu will make him understand.

When he heard Zheng Baoyin say that something had happened at home, he was naturally very anxious.

"I don't know exactly what happened at home. I thought you knew. Let me call home and ask."

So, with Zheng Baoyin's phone call, the two sisters, Wang Meili and Wang Meihe, in London, as well as the Wang family relatives in other places, all learned about this.

They sent out notifications one by one, and then the phone rang to Liu Xiaoli.

And so the case was solved.

The fact that Wang Junkang was ill, and seriously ill at that, could not be kept secret.

When Wang Meili called, Liu Xiaoli choked up a few words and hurriedly hung up the phone.

In a panic, the two sisters, Wang Meili and Wang Meihe, hurriedly made phone calls to their subordinates and arranged for their private plane to take off in two hours.

They want to go back to China!

The next day, a group of Wang's relatives who were away all returned.

Several executives, including Lee Evra, O'Brien, and Fuller Carson, also rushed back.

They had heard more or less about it: Wang Junkang had neuroblastoma, a type of cancer.

O'Brien and his colleagues were all financial company executives, not doctors, so they naturally didn't know what neuroblastoma was.

But they had a private doctor with them, so they quickly learned about the dangers of the disease.

I've heard that this disease is almost incurable, and by the time it's discovered, it's usually already in its late stages.

So they were all very worried, after all, Wang Junkang was Wang Duoyu's third son.

When they returned to Harbin for meetings, they often heard that Wang Duoyu doted on his four children.

Although Wang Duoyu dotes on his daughter Wang Yifei more, he even has the nickname of "daughter slave" because of it.

However, this does not mean that Wang Duoyu doted on his other three sons less.

Neuroblastoma is a disease that can basically be considered fatal.

The death of Wang Junkang will undoubtedly be a huge blow to Wang Duoyu.

Therefore, Li Efra and other executives rushed back, fearing that Wang Duoyu might cause some trouble because of his son.

If Wang Duoyu knew about the 'fantasy' of these executives, he would probably be even angrier.

In addition to these executives returning to Beijing, relatives of the Wang family, such as Zheng Baoyin, Wang Meili, and Wang Jianchao, also returned, as did Liu Deben and Lü Gongliang, who came from Harbin.

Because the news of Wang Junkang's illness was not kept secret at all, after it spread, many people who cared about and were worried about Wang Duoyu came to visit.

However, Wang Duoyu didn't have time to chat with them. He only appeared for a short while before disappearing.

He locked himself in his room, which contained many medical books, all of which he had asked others to find for him.

Neuroblastoma is indeed a very difficult disease to treat.

Wang Duoyu participated in the joint consultation with doctors from Peking Union Medical College Hospital throughout the entire process and was aware of the diagnosis and surgical plan.

But he was still uneasy, so he wanted to try to find the answer in the book through his own means.

With his supercomputer-like brain, he believed he could still accomplish things that others couldn't.

In traditional Chinese medicine, there is no 100% cure-all, and the Chinese herbs used in the north and south are different.

Although many medicinal herbs may seem to have similar effects, they are actually vastly different.

The saying "One region's water and soil nurture its people" is a summary from our ancestors, and it certainly has some truth to it.

The saying "every medicine has some degree of toxicity" also makes a lot of sense.

Just as Wang Duoyu was busy flipping through medical books, someone knocked on the door of the study.

"Professor Wang, someone has brought you medical books."

Pushing open the door, I saw Zhu Ling, whom I hadn't seen in a long time. (End of Chapter)