Switzerland, Paul Scherrer Institute, Life Sciences Research Laboratory.
Francois's face was gloomy, like a snowstorm hanging on the Alps. He strode into the research room that he and Mario shared.
Their research project was the effect of biological immune tissues on tumors, and they had made a breakthrough. There was evidence that there was a relationship between the two.
In other words, Francois and Mario's research was not wrong.
This was definitely a project that could win the Nobel Prize in Biology or Medicine, and they had been nominated for the Nobel Prize this year.
With the support of the financial group behind him, Francois lobbied the Nobel Prize judges and pulled them closer. Mario, on the other hand, continued his research work in the laboratory, trying to take the research a step further.
Although it was at least 30 years before the first phase of clinical trials, according to the past pattern, the possibility of them winning the Nobel Prize existed, and it was not small.
"Dear Francois, are you unhappy because you can't eat Apenzel in Sweden?" Mario asked.
"Those damn old fogeys!" Francois roared. The employees in the research room were silent. No one knew what was going on, and they did not dare to speak loudly. They carefully lowered their heads and did the work at hand.
"Jenny's biofilm channel project? I think that's a pile of rubbish. There's no way it can compete with our project. "
"Oh, could it be Stanford's nuclear modification project? That project has no future at all. There's no future at all. God will not allow humans to try to modify his great masterpiece. "
"Don't be angry. Cavendish Laboratory's expertise is not in biological research, and their biological sensing project is not qualified to compete with us."
"Enough!" Francois angrily kicked the chair beside him. The chair fell to the ground with a loud sound, scaring the employees into carefully staying away from the irritable Dr. Francois.
"Your condition makes me very worried." Mario shrugged. "Why are you so angry?"
"Those old fools are afraid of death. Bastards, Alps!" Francois cursed countless times, and his roar echoed in the laboratory.
After a long time, he calmed down and said, "Those bastards actually decided that this year's Nobel Prize is a clinical surgical method!"
"Calm down, my dear Mr. Francois." When Mario heard him say this, he smiled. "It's impossible for clinical surgical methods to win the Nobel Prize. This has been the rule for decades. The person trying to break this rule hasn't been born yet. I really don't know what you're worried about. "
"Those bastards!"
"Alright, alright, I know they're a bunch of bastards. And the cheese, do you want to have a bite to calm down? "Mario comforted Francois.
Francois grabbed an empty flask and slammed it against the wall.
With a loud bang, shards of glass flew everywhere.
Mario shook his head and sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, waiting for Francois's explanation. From the looks of it, lobbying the judges this time wasn't going smoothly. Moreover, it wasn't just a normal kind of unsuccessful. It was probably going to be very difficult for them to win this year's Nobel Prize.
Mario calmly recalled all kinds of biological research. Apart from his and Francois's project, none of them had made any breakthroughs.
This year's opportunity was simply too good. It was a gift from God to him and Francois. As for the clinical surgical method that Francois mentioned, he was too nervous. It was impossible.
How many years had it been since a new clinical surgical method won the Nobel Prize?
Yes, this should be the result of nervousness, anxiety, and uneasiness before obtaining a very important thing. Mario thought to himself as he looked at Francois.
After a long time, Francois sat in front of Mario, panting heavily like a Spanish bulldog.
"My old friend, tell me, what have you encountered?" Mario's gaze was deep as he asked.
"Dr. Mehar has already set off for Huaxia."
"Oh, the doctor is going to Huaxia? Can his body support him to fly so far? " Mario asked. "I think it's a miracle to be able to have another Christmas. In my plan, he wasn't among the people I needed to convince."
"Previously, Dr. Rosen said that Dr. Mehar had undergone circulatory interventional surgery and had already regained his health. I thought it was a beautiful blessing, but … we were careless, Mario! "Francois roared.
"Careless?"
"Dr. Mehar has completely recovered. At least for an 80-year-old old man, he's healthy." Francois was a little depressed, especially when he talked about this matter.
It was as if the Nobel Prize had already flown far away to the other side of the sky.
"What kind of surgical method is it? Let me think. " Mario's memory was obviously excellent. He did not look for information at all. Instead, he closed his eyes slightly and searched the database like a computer. Soon, he said doubtfully, "There's no new cardiac interventional surgery method to apply for the Nobel Prize."
"My dear Francois, are you not mistaken?"
"It's not a cardiac interventional surgery method, but a new surgical method for TIPS surgery!" Francois roared. "D * mn portal hypertension. It's just an ordinary common disease. How can it win the Nobel Prize?!"
"Calm down. Allow me to raise a few questions first." Mario asked calmly, "First, is the developer of the TIPS surgery related to Dr. Mehar's surgery?"
His question was correct.
The distance between cardiac interventional surgery and liver interventional surgery was definitely farther than the distance between Earth and the moon.
"Yes, you're right to question it. I think so too. But Jason told me that it's the same person! That person appeared in Sweden at the critical moment when Dr. Mehar's life was coming to an end. Then, with the permission of Mrs. Mehar, he performed the coronary abrasion. "
"Oh my God, this is unbelievable."
"Then, Dr. Mehar gave a recommendation. TIPS surgery. D * mn it! It's just a basic surgical method. It's definitely not groundbreaking. This is the shady dealings of the Nobel Prize judges! I want to appeal! "Francois roared angrily.
"Please calm down. Did I hear you wrong? Are you saying that the person who performed the coronary abrasion on Dr. Mehar and the person who researched the TIPS surgery are the same person? "Mario asked.
"Yes!" Francois said.
"It's unbelievable." Mario spread his hands and said, "It's hard for me to believe what you said."
"But he's the reality."
"What did Jason say?" Mario asked.
"He said that Dr. Mehar went to Huaxia to perform the second-stage surgery. If the surgery is successful, he asked us to prepare for next year's application. "
"Oh my God! Are they crazy? "Mario was really shocked." It's just a clinical surgical method. Could it really win the Nobel Prize? Aren't they afraid of a scandal? Are they really not afraid of that group of rigid, old, and old-fashioned judges? "
"Because they're more afraid of death," Francois said angrily. Francois said angrily, "The average age of the Nobel Prize jury for the Biology and Medicine Prizes is 81.3 years old. The fact that Dr. Mehar escaped from death has given them hope."
"…" Mario was stunned.
"I asked Jason about the rules of clinical surgical methods." Francois had already calmed down by this time. There was a hint of sobbing in his tone. "He used Dr. Murray's kidney transplant project as an example."
"In the end, it turned out that the kidney transplant did not win the Nobel Prize, but because he developed …"
"No, Mario," Francois said dejectedly. "Jason told me that the truth is not like this."
He paused, picked up the coffee beside Mario, and drank it in one gulp. Only then did he feel better.
"Jason told me that in 1985, because the Nobel Prize judge, Dr. Lawrence, had kidney failure and needed a kidney transplant, Dr. Murray personally performed the surgery. Later, with Dr. Lawrence's help, Dr. Murray won the Nobel Prize. "
"My dear Francois, these two things …"
"No, Mario, there's a smell of shrouds wafting from those rotten old fools. They are afraid of death, and they did not even hesitate to use the Nobel Prize to please a person who can extend their lives. " Francois's emotions were completely out of control. His eyes were red as he looked at the small river outside the window.
"Impossible!" Mario exclaimed. "…"
Before he could finish, Francois continued, "In the review of biology and medicine, 70% of the people have cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases and are desperately using drugs to maintain them. This data was given to me by Jason. He said that Dr. Mehar's matter has given everyone hope. Now, everyone's eyes are on Huaxia. "
"If, if Dr. Mehar's surgery is successful, that young man from Huaxia and Rudolf from Heidelberg … Damn it, Rudolf is a piece of moldy cheese!"
"If the surgery is successful, all the Nobel Prize judges do not mind establishing a friendship with that young doctor from Huaxia. When their lives come to an end, they will go and see if they can miraculously recover their health like Dr. Mehar. "After Francois finished speaking, he slumped into the chair dejectedly.
"Oh my God." Mario sighed for the third time.
"They said that the hands of that Huaxia doctor were kissed by God," Francois finally said.
Both of them knew what it meant to have hands kissed by God to expel the god of death. If there was a chance, someone would want to gain his friendship instead of trying to fight him.
After a long time, Mario said, "Lu Lun, I think you know what I need."
The assistant beside him bowed slightly and said, "Sir, as you wish. I will gather all the information about that doctor as soon as possible."
Francois and Mario looked at each other. If that was the case, it was almost impossible to win the Nobel Prize this year.
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At that moment, Zheng Ren was at a loss. At the Imperial Capital International Airport, he was waiting to welcome Dr. Mehar and his team.
He stood beside Deputy Director Yuan, not used to this kind of behavior. In Zheng Ren's opinion, this guy did not want to come. It would be fine to let Su Yun or Feng Xuhui pick him up.
"Zheng Ren, a few days ago, you didn't participate in the commendation conference because you saved Chief Miao. The first-prize medal has just been handed over to Chief Kong. He will pass it to you. "Deputy Director Yuan looked ahead and said," Don't be arrogant in the future. Keep up the good work. "
"Thank you," Zheng Ren said.
"You deserve it," Deputy Director Yuan said. "Are you confident in Dr. Mehar's surgery?"
"It's just a second-stage surgery. It's not difficult. There's a problem with Dr. Mehar's blood coagulation mechanism. When I performed the surgery on him in Sweden, the end of the guide wire was almost clotted into a blood clot, "Zheng Ren said. "So, his heart stent has to be replaced every three months or else it will be completely blocked and the previous situation will happen again."
"Oh?" When Deputy Director Yuan heard Zheng Ren say that, his interest was immediately piqued.
It was not a one-time surgery? That meant that Dr. Mehar would have to come to Huaxia many times, or Zheng Ren would have to go to Sweden when he had time.
If that was the case … In an instant, countless thoughts appeared in his mind. These thoughts were the simplest. As long as one had some shrewdness, they would be able to think of it.
"How many years do you think it will take for you to win the Nobel Prize for the surgical method nominated by Dr. Mehar?" Deputy Director Yuan asked.
"It should be impossible," Zheng Ren replied. "At the Mayo Clinic, Dr. Charles told me that if I want to win the Nobel Prize, I have to do it through basic research. It's impossible for me to win the Nobel Prize with a clinical surgical method. "
"Don't be discouraged. There's a way." Deputy Director Yuan was indeed interested in the Nobel Prize, but he did not have much confidence that the young man standing beside him could win the Nobel Prize.
The identity of a candidate for the Nobel Prize was enough to show off. He did not expect Zheng Ren to really win the prize.
In the history of the Nobel Prize, other than the unreliable Peace Prize, the youngest winner was Lawrence Prague. He won the Nobel Prize in Physics in 1915 when he was only 25 years old.
However, he won the prize with his father, so there was still some truth to it.
When Einstein won the Nobel Prize, he was also 42 years old. That was still considered young. After all, he had just stepped into the academic world. Each of Einstein's five papers was considered to be able to win the Nobel Prize and had a subversive meaning.
Even a rare genius like Einstein, who had appeared out of nowhere, would not be able to win the Nobel Prize until many years later.
The oldest winner of the Nobel Prize was Leonid Hervich. When the old man won the Nobel Prize, he was already 90 years old. He was also an honorary professor at the University of Huazhong University of Science & Technology and had once lectured in China.
Deputy Director Yuan remembered all these people and things. He knew very well that being nominated for the Nobel Prize and winning the Nobel Prize were two different things.
Performing surgery for Dr. Mehar, getting the old man's friendship and recommendation was a common routine. When Mo Yan was nominated for the Nobel Prize, he also walked the path of the Japanese literary world.
However, Zheng Ren was still young. It was impossible for him to win the Nobel Prize this year.
"You have to be down-to-earth in your clinical work. If you need anything, you can mention it to the hospital," Deputy Director Yuan personally said to Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren smiled and nodded.
"If the situation permits, you can discuss with Dr. Mehar if you can give a lecture in the hospital after the surgery," Deputy Director Yuan said.
He said it very politely, but there was a tone in his words that could not be refused.
This matter was originally the job of Deputy Director Guo, who was in charge of science and education. However, Chief Mao and Zheng Ren had a bad relationship, so Deputy Director Guo only fell behind and let Deputy Director Yuan talk to Zheng Ren about this matter.
It was necessary to look at the overall situation. After all, this was something that was beneficial to the 912, so Deputy Director Yuan was happy to do him a favor.
"Okay." Zheng Ren did not care. He would probably recover very quickly after the surgery. It would depend on how long Dr. Mehar was going to stay in Huaxia.
While they were chatting, the flight had already arrived. Dr. Mehar did not take the chartered plane like Zou Jiahua's, but an ordinary flight.
There were obviously more people in the group than Zheng Ren had expected. There were more than twenty people. Professor Rudolf Wagner walked out first. When he saw Zheng Ren, he gave him a bear hug.
Previously, he was the one who went to the airport to pick Zheng Ren up. This time, it was Zheng Ren who welcomed him … to welcome Dr. Mehar and him.
"Boss, I missed you so much," the professor patted Zheng Ren's back and said loudly.
It hurt. Zheng Ren was a little helpless. However, he had not seen the professor for a few days and missed him a little.
Deputy Director Yuan stood at the side, even more helpless than Zheng Ren. It was as if Professor Rudolf Wagner did not see him, or perhaps he did not see him at all.
He also knew that if it were not for Zheng Ren, these people would definitely not have come to the 912.
'Boss Zheng is not bad,' Deputy Director Yuan thought to himself.
"Boss, Dr. Mehar is at the back," Professor Rudolf Wagner said immediately after greeting Zheng Ren.
His attitude toward Dr. Mehar was a little subtle. Winning the Nobel Prize had always been Professor Rudolf Wagner's long-cherished wish. One could imagine how much weight Dr. Mehar, who had a lot of judges, had in the professor's heart.
At this moment, he was at his beck and call for that glimmer of hope that might not exist at all.
"Doctor, we meet again." Zheng Ren smiled and reached out to welcome Dr. Mehar.
The doctor looked very healthy. The System panel was only slightly red. He was completely different from the old man who was lying on the hospital bed when Zheng Ren first went to Sweden. He was using a lung model and a ventilator to help him breathe.
Dr. Mehar was a little surprised. Although he had recovered, he was still an eighty year old man. He walked very slowly.
He reached out and shook Zheng Ren's hand. Dr. Mehar said, "Zheng, I didn't expect you to speak Swedish so well."
Dr. Mehar was from Gotland Island. His accent was not strong, but Zheng Ren's accent was his native accent.
Even Swedes would find it difficult to distinguish the Gotland accent. However, this Doctor Zheng was so meticulous. It seemed that he was very interested in the Nobel Prize.
The moment he got off the plane, Dr. Mehar made the wrong judgment of the situation.
"I have." Zheng Ren smiled honestly. "How is your body recovering?"
"Very good," Dr. Mehar said. "After the surgery, I passed the dangerous period of cardiopulmonary dysfunction. My lung function is slowly recovering. I can already walk on the path that I have walked for decades."
"That's good," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
Then, Zheng Ren introduced Deputy Director Yuan and Deputy Director Guo behind him to Dr. Mehar. Seeing that they were talking politely, Zheng Ren felt a little bored.
"Boss, the patient had another cardiac arrest!" Su Yun suddenly came over and whispered.
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