Stockholm, Sweden, Karolinska Institute of Medicine, central conference room.
It was cloudy and sometimes there were showers.
There was no dawn or morning sun. Everything was foggy, just like the mood of the old people who rushed over early in the morning.
"Mehar is crazy." An old man in a wheelchair came to the small conference room and said in a muffled voice, "He actually wants to be an assistant? Could it be that he still misses that old lead apron from twenty years ago? "
"He left an email to the committee saying that this time, he will personally prove what greatness is! It's such a stupid thing to refuse a clinical surgery to win a Nobel Prize in Medicine. I think there's something wrong with Mehar's brain. "
"Impossible. Could it be that his anterior cerebral artery was embolized by an embolism from the coronary artery, causing a problem with the excited area?"
Most of the old people present were in their seventies or eighties, and they were old.
However, their minds were still active, flickering with dazzling light like a dancing flame.
"Mehar is too much," one of them said. "Every year in September, we ask for recommendations, and in February, we ask for all the materials to be prepared. And the little guy he nominated this year has yet to submit the information about the surgery. "
"Maybe he knows that clinical surgery will definitely not win the Nobel Prize," another person said. "As long as there's a nomination, he can get more charity donations. There are too many such things."
"That's not what Mehar said. Everyone, I agree with Mehar's idea. You've seen with your own eyes how serious his heart disease was. I think it's a miracle that he can continue to stroll along the tree-lined path. To be honest, I'm also looking forward to the young doctor's growth. After all, my coronary artery isn't good either. "
As he spoke, Mrs. Mehar sat in a wheelchair and was pushed in by her assistant.
After Mrs. Mehar came in, the assistant silently left and closed the door.
"Madam, I think we should dissuade Dr. Mehar. He's simply too crazy. He actually wants to be an assistant when he's lying on the operating table, "Dr. Raphson, the chairman of the committee, said in a deep voice as he sat at one end of the long table.
He was older than Dr. Mehar, and his body gave off a rotten smell. Even his voice was filled with dust.
Mrs. Mehar sat in a wheelchair with a blanket covering her legs. Although it was April, she still did not feel hot. She was like an old lady sitting around the fireplace in winter with a cat on her lap and telling stories.
"No." Madame Mehar said firmly. Her voice was a little shaky, but it did not stop her from expressing her conviction. "Mehar always says that no matter how many times I turn around, my butt is always behind me. I've heard this old proverb my whole life, and it's annoying me to death. "
"Dear Mrs. Mehar, I don't think Dr. Mehar can see things he couldn't before after he went into God's arms. He's been looking for a solution to the obstruction of blood turbulence to interventional surgery. That's impossible! "
"Cardiac surgeries are especially dangerous. Once there are all kinds of unavoidable intraoperative complications, everything will be ruined."
The others tried to dissuade him.
"Mehar sent me an email today. I think this is also the reason why he insisted." Mrs. Mehar said, "He said that he found the person who can break through the blood turbulence and that he wants to fight side by side with him to win the medicine prize."
"My god, that's impossible!"
"Turbulent blood flow? Madam, are you going to win this year's physics prize? It's a pity that the Royal Academy of Sciences isn't here to observe this surgery. "
"Madam, don't you think the doctor's actions are very strange? Turbulence, oh my god, that's a research on equal footing with the theory of relativity. If someone makes a breakthrough in the research of turbulence, those old fools at the Royal Academy of Sciences will definitely cry and award the physics prize to the researcher. "
Dr. Raphson sat quietly. He did not speak, but calmly observed Mrs. Mehar's every move.
The medicine prize could not be awarded to a clinical surgical method. This was a rule that could not be broken. He was going to retire soon, and he could not control what would happen after that. However, during his tenure, he absolutely could not allow a clinical surgical method to be awarded the medicine prize.
His heart was so firm, just like Dr. Mehar.
Raphson was also full of desire for the upcoming battle. That old man Mehar actually dared to challenge his dignity. Then come on!
Hearing all the doubts, Mrs. Mehar did not say anything. Instead, she pressed a button.
Her assistant opened the door and came in with a laptop in her hand.
"I think that small medical website has never been looked at. So, my husband specially asked me to prepare a recording of the recent surgery, "Mrs. Mehar said. "At first, I didn't believe it either. That's the damn turbulence, a problem that has plagued classical physics for nearly three hundred years."
"Madam, don't you think that what the doctor saw was an illusion? This is the Karolinska Institute of Medicine, not the Royal Academy of Sciences! Instead of discussing turbulence here, it's more practical to talk about the role of genes and the human immune system on tumors. "Dr. Raphson knocked on the table, pointing out the flaws and loopholes in Mrs. Mehar's words.
Although he was very old, Dr. Raphson's mind was still sharp, like a young man's.
"We're wrong," Mrs. Mehar said firmly. "New discoveries make life better," Mrs. Mehar said firmly. "I think you've forgotten that, Dr. Rafson?"
"Madam, surgical methods are not considered new discoveries," Dr. Raphson said coldly.
"God has prepared worms for every bird, but he won't throw worms into its mouth," Mrs. Mehar said. "Refusing to understand everything new will only lead to the decline of the Medicine Award and become a second-rate award. In the end, it will become a disgrace," Mrs. Mehar said.
At this time, the recording of the surgery was ready. The assistant bowed respectfully and handed the remote control to Mrs. Mehar. Then, he carefully left.
"You all know about interventional surgery. If there's a dispute about turbulence, let the surgery process explain it. " Mrs. Mehar no longer stated her previous point. Instead, she clicked on the projection and began to play the recording of the surgery.
The surgery was very 'simple'. It was just the placement of a pacemaker.
The entire process was not edited. It was the most primitive process. Everyone present was a medical expert, so they could understand this at a glance.
Although no one understood interventional surgery as deeply as Dr. Mehar and his wife, everyone knew what the highlights were.
The guide wire swam in the blood vessels. It was extremely precise and did not even touch the blood vessel wall once.
The small meeting room fell silent. Ten minutes of surgery passed, but no one spoke.
"A few months ago, Zheng was the one who performed the surgery on Mehar. At that time, I thought he was going to return to God's embrace. I didn't expect him to be kept by this hand. "Mrs. Mehar's voice was a little old and trembling, but it was full of gentleness.
"This is a pair of hands that have been kissed by God. I've personally performed this kind of surgery countless times. But none of them were as perfect as when he did it. Before I saw the recording of this surgery, I never thought that surgery could be done like this! "
"As a professional cardiac interventional doctor, let me comment," Mrs. Mehar said. "The surgery is very simple, but the entire surgery process can be said to be a miracle. I can feel that in a few months, the surgeon's understanding of surgery has made a huge leap. "
Mrs. Mehar trembled and tried her best to sit up straight. "At that time, everyone sighed with emotion that Mehar had obtained the favor of God. Under such circumstances, he was still able to recover the most basic of health."
"But please note that the surgeon's current level has surpassed the level of the grinding technique a few months ago. It has almost reached perfection."
"Mehar knows how stubborn you are. He will use his life to prove to everyone what a bright new star he is. Every one of his research is as groundbreaking as all the theories that Einstein came up with back then!"
"Technological progress will make life better. Isn't this His Excellency Nobel's original intention? Mehar has already extended his beautiful life. What about everyone here? "
"Oh right, I've already looked for Dr. Olsen from the Royal Academy of Sciences to watch the live broadcast of the surgery together. At this time, he's in my laboratory preparing the relevant dynamic 3D imaging equipment. "
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Note: The Nobel Prize in Medicine and Biology medal was engraved in Latin.
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