"His Excellency Lafson, you know my relationship with Dr. Mehal. Twenty years ago, when I had just proposed some speculation about the turbulence theory, the doctor kept coming to me to solve this problem."

"This damn problem was not solved by Your Excellency Newton back then. I just tried to fulfill the regret of the great man, and I didn't expect to see even a little breakthrough in my lifetime."

"I received an email from Dr. Mehal yesterday, and I did not believe his judgment and became suspicious. I will definitely apologize to Dr. Mehal for this.

Until today, I saw the operation and the three-dimensional reconstruction of dynamic blood flow... My God! It must be that after the soul of Your Excellency Newton returned to the embrace of the gods, God explained the turbulence, and he would reappear in the world and help us, the ignorant people, solve this problem."

"..." Lafson felt that he didn't understand Dr. Olsen's words.

He said that a surgery actually solved the final problem of classical physics?

Damn it, that's impossible, it must be because I misunderstood it.

"His Excellency Lafson, the operation process seems to me to be just an experiment, and the human body is the most perfect simulation device.

The great Dr. Mehal is one of the greatest people in the history of science. He used his body as a simulation device to show me, the Royal Academy of Sciences, and physicists all over the world a perfect experiment."

"Snatch the time, I can't wait to show the latest achievements of turbulence to Your Excellency Lafson." Olson and the researchers around him said, his voice a little quick.

The world's most advanced instrument simulation is extremely fast to rebuild blood flow.

But I waited for a full 10 minutes.

Then, a red background appears on the LCD screen.

This is a blood vessel, and the medical award judges present could tell at a glance.

The blood kept flowing in the blood vessels, and this exquisite dynamic three-dimensional reconstruction was made in just over ten minutes. The black technology of the Royal Academy of Sciences made everyone present sigh.

"Please allow me to explain it to you." Olson smiled, his smile could not hide his impatientness.

Picking up the laser pointer, Olsen walked to the LCD screen.

"The blood flows in layered and is marked with different chromatographics during reconstruction, so that it can be seen more clearly. The blood in Dr. Mehal's blood vessels will not be like this." Olson said first, then the laser pen opened and the red dot appeared on the LCD screen.

"The power of laminar flow is so difficult to capture, and it is also determined by God when it will form turbulence." Olson said quickly, "Here, looking at the smooth blood flow, an abominable turbulence is about to form."

Sure enough, when everyone's eyes were focused on the laser pointer's indication, they saw smooth laminar flows colliding with each other, breaking like waves, and then a whirlpool appeared.

At this time, the micro guidewire that occupied half of the screen appeared in front of the turbulent flow.

The judges of the medical school clearly saw a part of the operation process. Although they knew that the operation had ended perfectly, they still felt nervous when they saw this scene.

The advance of the guidewire will be affected by turbulence and will be offset. It is like a small fishing boat covered by a typhoon in the depths of the ocean, which will bump up and down, and there will be no other ending.

If turbulence occurs one after another, it is very likely that this super selection will fail.

However……

The result that everyone imagined in their minds did not happen.

Before the guidewire encounters turbulence, it begins to tremble slightly and change its angle.

"Slow down, slower, I'll need 1/8 times faster." Olsen shouted, his voice spreading in the central conference room, and the water in the water cup in front of Dr. Rafson began to ripple slightly again.

"Damn it! Even 1/8 cannot show the craftsman's exquisite skills. 1/16 times the speed!" As Olson continued to roar, the speed displayed on the LCD screen became slower and slower, while the ripples in the water cup became bigger and bigger.

"Yes, that's it. Please note that the savage cannot get the appearance of turbulence from the screen in front of him.

Because only through interventional images with low resolution, you can't observe the microscopic world." Olson was excited and roared, not caring about whether the hearts of all the old people present in the central conference room could withstand it.

A fire in his chest was burning. This was a scene that physicists who study classical physics dreamed of, and Dr. Olson went crazy.

"I guess, or the savenger feels the power of turbulence! Look, look!" Olson seemed to transform into a football commentator. The laser pen could no longer satisfy his surging emotions. He threw the laser pen away, pointed his finger on the LCD screen, and shouted, "See it, that's it, the damn micro guidewire is moving like an elf! It avoided, dodged! Oh, no! I can't believe it is true!"

"This is the masterpiece of the gods!"

"Do not to turbulence! Look, the turbulence craftsman who continues to generate has no way to dodge. He actually controls that damn guide wire and passes through it directly!"

"The power of turbulence is unpredictable, he keeps changing his methods! He is not a human, he is definitely not a human! This is a machine, absolutely a fucking machine!"

Olson's roar was like a wave, slapped in the heart of the Medical Prize judge.

Several people looked pale and ugly, and they had already started to take out the medicine and took it orally without hesitation.

"It's really wonderful. The guide wire actually passed through the turbulent layer and continued to move forward!" Olson shouted. "This is the final addition to classical physics. If we can digitize the surgical process, finally reconstruct and extract relevant theories, the great Mr. Newton would definitely be very happy!"

"Look, another turbulence, another perfect show!"

"..." The medical award judges looked at Olson's hair and actions silently, silently.

"It's past! It's past again! The turbulence has no effect at all! I knew it was like this, I knew it was like this!" The sound became sharp, as if it was an opera.

And he, like a tenor, was roaring, roaring, venting the passion in his chest.

"Dr. Mehal's judgment is right. These hands were kissed by God to guide us who are lost in the dark. This year's Physics Award must be him. There will definitely be no one else who can compete, absolutely no!"

As Dr. Olson's roared, the guidewire passed through the turbulent flow, as steady as if it had never moved.

"It's so wonderful! The building of classic physics, we have been waiting for this scene for 200 years! Now I announce that the building of classic physics has been completed!"

With Dr. Olson's last roar, the sound of slap sounds one after another.
Chapter completed!