Chapter 1277: The building of classical physics is declared complete!

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"Lord Rafson, you know my relationship with Dr. Mehar. When I first proposed some kind of speculation on turbulence theory twenty years ago, the Ph.D. came to me constantly and wanted to solve this problem."
"This problem, the Newton lord did not solve it. I just tried to complete the regret of the great man, and did not expect to see even a little breakthrough in my lifetime."
"I received an email from Dr. Mehar yesterday. I did not believe his judgment and raised doubts. I will apologize to Dr. Mehar for this.
I saw the surgery after today, and after the dynamic blood flow three-dimensional reconstruction... my god! It must be that the soul of Newton’s soul returned to the embrace of the gods. After God explained the turbulence, he will reappear in the human world and solve this problem for our ignorant people.

"..." Rafson felt that he did not understand Dr. Olson's words.
He said that an operation has solved the final problem of classical physics?
Damn, that's impossible, it must be that I understand it wrong.
"Lord Rafson, the process of surgery is only an experiment in my opinion, the human body is the most perfect simulation device.
The great Dr. Mehar is one of the greatest people in the history of science. He used his body as a simulation device to present a perfect test to me, to the Royal Academy of Sciences, to physicists all over the world.

"Hurry up, I can't wait to show you the latest achievements of turbulence to Lord Rafson." Olson and the researchers around him said that the voice was a little short.
The world's most advanced instruments simulate and reconstruct blood flow at an extremely fast rate.
But I also waited for 10 minutes.
Then, a red background appears on the LCD screen.
This is a blood vessel, and the medical award judges present at the scene can see it at a glance.
The blood kept flowing in the blood vessels, and this beautiful dynamic three-dimensional reconstruction was made in just over ten minutes. The black science of the Royal Academy of Sciences made everyone sigh.
"Please allow me to explain it to everyone." Olson smiled, and the smile could not conceal his eagerness.
Picking up the laser pointer, Olsen walked to the front of the LCD screen.
"The stratified flow of blood, marked with different chromatograms in reconstruction, can be seen more clearly. The blood in the blood vessels of Dr. Mayhar can't be like this." Olson said first, then the laser pointer turned on. The red dot appears on the LCD screen.
"The power of laminar flow is so hard to capture. When it comes to turbulence is God's decision." Olson said quickly. "Here, watching the smooth blood flow, is about to form a hateful turbulence."
Sure enough, when everyone's eyes were focused on the laser pointer, they saw smooth laminar flows colliding with each other, like waves breaking, and then a whirlpool appeared.
At this time, the micro-wire that occupies half of the screen appears in front of the turbulence.
The judges of the medical school clearly saw a part of the surgical procedure. Although it was known that the operation had been perfectly finished, the moment of seeing this scene was still tight.
The advancement of the guide wire is affected by turbulence and an offset occurs. It is like a small fishing boat under the typhoon deep in the ocean. It will bump up and down, and there is no other ending.
If there are successive turbulences, it is likely that this over-selection will fail.
however……
The results imagined in everyone's mind did not happen.
Before the guide wire encounters turbulence, it begins to tremble slightly and change the angle.
"Slow down, slow down, I want 18 times faster." Olson groaned, his voice spread in the central conference room, and the water in the cup in front of Dr. Rafson began to squat again.
"Damn! 18 can't show the skill of the surgeon. 116 times faster!" With Olsen's constant roar, the speed on the LCD screen is getting slower and slower, and the water in the cup is smashing. The bigger it is.
"Yes, that's it. Please note that the surgeon can't see the turbulence from the screen in front of him.
Because only through the intervention image of your low resolution, the microscopic world is not observed. Olsen's emotions were soaring and roaring, completely ignoring the heart of the old people in the center conference room.
A fire in his chest is burning. This is a scene of physicists who study classical physics, and Dr. Olsen is crazy.
"I guess, or the surgeon feels the power of turbulence! Look, you see!" Olsen seems to be transformed into a football commentary, the laser pen can no longer satisfy his passionate emotions. He threw the laser pointer away, his finger on the LCD screen, howling, "I saw it, that's it, the micro-guide wire is like an elf! It's hiding, hiding away! Oh, no. Can't believe this is true!"
"This is a masterpiece of the gods!"
"Escape from the turbulence! Look, the turbulence man who continues to generate can't escape. He actually controls the guide wire that goes through it!"
"The power of turbulence is unpredictable, he is constantly changing his way! He is not a human, he is definitely not a human! This is a machine, absolutely a machine!"
Olson’s roar is like a wave, slap in the heart of the medical awards jury.
Several people were pale and ugly, and they had begun to take out the drugs without hesitation.
"It's wonderful. The guide wire goes through the turbulent layer and keep moving forward!" Olson yelled. "This is the final supplement to classical physics. If we can digitize the surgical procedure and finally reconstruct and refine the relevant theory." The great Mr. Newton will be very happy!"
"Look, another turbulence, another perfect performance!"
"..." The medical awards judges silently watched Olson's hair and moves ~EbookFREE.me~ silent.
"It's gone! It's gone! The turbulence has no effect at all! I know it is, I know it is!" The voice became sharp, as if it were an opera.
And he, like the tenor, is roaring, roaring, venting his passion in his chest.
"Mr. Mehar judged it right. These hands were kissed by the gods and used to guide us in the dark. This year's physics award is definitely him. There will definitely be no other people to compete, absolutely not!"
In Dr. Olson's roar, the guidewire traversed through a stream of turbulence, as if it had never been moved.

It’s so wonderful! The building of classic physics, for this scene, we have been waiting for 200 years! Now I declare that the building of classical physics is completed!

With the final roar of Dr. Olson, the sound of crickets sounded again and again.
The water cup in front of the medical award review was broken and the water sprinkled.