This International Congress of Mathematicians was undoubtedly the most generously funded and extravagant event the International Mathematical Union had ever held.
At the same time, however, it was also the one with the most trouble.
Who could have imagined that something like this would suddenly happen during a forty-five-minute lecture?
And Miss Vera Puyuyi happened to be one of this year's Fields Medal recipients...
Just dealing with the reporters who had flocked over to feast on the tragedy, their mouths reeking of vicious cynicism, had already left IMU Secretary-General Professor Haierqi Holden overwhelmed.
"I never expected something like this to happen... Damn it, why did it have to be her?"
At that moment, the office door was pushed open, and Professor Fefferman, dressed in an overcoat and looking travel-worn, entered from outside.
Looking up at the door, Professor Holden immediately asked,
"How is Miss Vera Puyuyi doing?"
Professor Fefferman shook his head gravely. "I heard she woke up a few times, but her condition isn't good. The Russian Ministry of Health invited several academy-level specialists from Moscow First National Hospital, but cancer... especially liver or lung cancer, once it's diagnosed, it basically means a critical condition notice. Russia currently intends to arrange a transfer for Miss Vera Puyuyi."
"A transfer? Where to?"
"I heard it's Shangjing."
"Hua Nation?" Professor Holden froze, immediately growing anxious. "Does Hua Nation have any renowned hospitals for cancer treatment? What I mean is, is this arrangement really all right?"
"There is no hospital in the world that can cure late-stage lung cancer through medical treatment, my friend," Professor Fefferman sighed softly. "Even in the United States, which has the best anti-cancer technology, it can't be done. From that perspective, it makes no difference where she receives treatment. Rather than that, it would be better to