Sweden, Stockholm, Karolinska Medical Institute.
In the central conference room, the process of the surgery was clearly displayed in front of everyone's eyes on the huge LCD screen.
Unlike in the past, there was sound in the live broadcast this time.
Everyone heard the conversation between Zheng Ren and Dr. Mehar clearly.
The first stent had been completely removed. Dr. Mehar did not have any terrible complications such as myocardial ischemia or coronary artery rupture.
Everything looked so beautiful, or even perfect.
Mrs. Mehar's expression relaxed. Although all of this was within her expectations, she was still worried that something unexpected would happen.
As expected of hands that had been kissed by the heavens. This kind of forbidden surgery could be completed smoothly without any hiccups or accidents.
Moreover, the young doctor really did not give in in front of Dr. Mehar. After a simple exchange, when the catheter was about to enter the coronary artery, he directly gave Dr. Mehar basic anesthesia to avoid any accidents.
Mrs. Mehar was especially satisfied with this.
In the live broadcast, the surgery stopped for a short time. The surgeon was preparing to remove the second stent.
"Everyone, I believe everyone has seen the surgery just now," Mrs. Mehar said. Mrs. Mehar said, "I remember that thirty years ago, when Mehar's heart stent implantation technique was recommended as a candidate for the Medicine Award, someone said that this technique was not perfect and could not avoid complications, so he could not win the Medicine Award."
"Now, thirty years later, this technique has been perfected." Mrs. Mehar glanced at the old judges around her and said, "However, heart intervention technology has become a thing of the past. It is no longer the most cutting-edge technology. Under the promotion of Dr. Mehar and countless doctors, it has spread to every corner of the world.
Everyone thinks that this is just the most basic surgery and does not think that it should have won the Medicine Award!
This time, Dr. Mehar and I have the same attitude. We will choose this doctor whose hands have been kissed by the heavens during the voting and choose the TIPS surgery. "
"Madam, please calm down." The chairman of the judging panel, Dr. Raphson, who was sitting in the middle, looked at the screen. He put down the glass in his hand and said lightly, "Clinical techniques cannot win the Medicine Award. This is a rule. I think we should get used to it and not try to break it. As for the future, who knows? "
"Your Excellency Rafson, please forgive my ignorance." Madam Mehar turned her wheelchair around and stared at Dr. Rafson.
There were a few more age spots on his face, and he looked much older than before. There was a smell of decay in him.
"Madam, there are only a few of us judges here. If you have anything to say, feel free to say it." Raphson was very calm.
Only Dr. Mehar and his wife were in favor, but that was not enough. Winning the Nobel Prize for a clinical surgical method? Maybe in your next life!
"That's what His Excellency Dahlin, the chairman of the judging panel, said back then. Thirty years have passed, and your words still haven't changed." Mrs. Mehar said coldly, "In this room, I can only smell the stench of decay. Your luxurious clothes are like a shroud. Just looking at them makes me sick. "
Mrs. Mehar's words were sharp, leaving no room for negotiation.
"That's just your imagination. The frontal lobotomy was seen as a stain on the Nobel Prize. Do we have to see a seemingly successful surgical method win a Nobel Prize in Medicine, and then turn the Nobel Prize in Medicine into a scandal after countless complications? "Dr. Raphson was not angry, he just said quietly.
"Aren't there a lot of stains? There's only one frontal lobotomy? " Mrs. Mehar stared at Raphson's age spots and said, "I think soon, when the devil comes to take away your rotten soul, you will have a good chat. Because you have a lot in common, you might become good friends. "
"Madam, please remain calm." Dr. Raphson was still not angry. He knocked on the table and said, "Whether it's the new surgical method of TIPS surgery or the surgery to remove the coronary stent, it can only represent the skills of an outstanding doctor. This is still at least 380,000 kilometers away from the Nobel Prize in Medicine. "
"Sir Raphson, only you would think that way," Mrs. Mehar muttered. Mrs. Mehar muttered, "I really don't know how an ignorant person like you got on the judging committee."
"Madam, you have to maintain respect and awe …"
Before he could finish speaking, the door was pushed open.
A person with fluffy hair, as if he had a reaction after touching static electricity, walked in first.
"Mrs. Mehar, please accept my sincerest gratitude on behalf of Dr. Mehar," the man said.
He was still very 'young', only in his sixties, but he was more energetic than everyone on the Nobel Prize in Medicine committee. At the very least, he did not have to sit in a wheelchair and be pushed in.
"Sir Olsen, it's a pleasure to have you here." Mrs. Mehar smiled slightly and reached out her hand to accept Olsen's hand kiss.
"My God, when I received Dr. Mehar's email yesterday, I actually doubted it." Olsen raised his hands. His hair was straight and fluffy like a hedgehog, and his arms rendered the surprise in his words. "The live broadcast just now was like a god descending to the human world, pointing out the way for mortals to move forward."
"Sir Olsen, why are you here from the Royal Academy of Sciences?" Dr. Raphson asked lightly.
The Nobel Prize in Medicine was different from the Nobel Prize in Physics and Chemistry.
Dr. Olsen was the chairman of the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences, but in the Nobel Prize in Medicine, he had no chance of speaking.
Therefore, Dr. Raphson did not care that Olsen suddenly appeared here.
Here …
It was the Karolinska Institute of Medicine.
It was his own territory!
Even His Majesty the King had to give him enough respect.
"Dear Sir Raphson, first of all, I would like to thank the Karolinska Institute of Medicine for its contribution to this world," Olsen said excitedly.
He was so excited that he spoke very quickly and loudly. In the narrow conference room, Dr. Olsen's voice repeatedly shook.
Raphson frowned and looked coldly at the ripples in the water cup in front of him, as if his dead heart had been stirred.
"The surgical signal has been received. After dynamic three-dimensional reconstruction, we found turbulence. And this surgeon, who is said to have been kissed by the heavens, can actually rely on intuition or the guidance of some mysterious power to operate on the turbulence and avoid the impact of the blood turbulence on the surgery. "
"So what?" Dr. Raphson looked at Olsen's exaggerated hair and still insisted on his point of view.
Cold and indifferent.
Clinical surgical methods could not win the Nobel Prize in Medicine. This was the rule!
Absolute rules had to be strictly enforced. He would not allow them to be desecrated.
"How is it?" Dr. Olsen looked at Raphson in surprise as if he was looking at an Alzheimer's patient.
He paused for a few seconds before saying in a surprised tone, "Sir Raphson, please forgive my rudeness."
"Hmm?" Dr. Raphson felt that things might not be as simple as he thought.
"Sir Olsen, please wait a moment. The surgery is still continuing," Mrs. Mehar said slowly. "Please understand a wife's anxiety about her husband's surgery."
Olsen was about to say something but was interrupted by his wife. He glanced at the screen, shrugged his shoulders, and called the people behind him to place all kinds of machines.
Raphson looked at the strange machines and did not know what Olsen was going to do. The Royal Academy of Sciences had all kinds of black technology. Some of the gadgets were simply unimaginable to him.
The conference room fell silent. The surgery continued.
The second stent, the third stent …
After 11 ′ 52 ″, the surgery was over.
Olsen congratulated Mrs. Mehar as soon as the surgery was over. Mrs. Mehar's expression was much more relaxed. A trace of a smile climbed up the tip of her eyebrows.
Then, Dr. Olsen tidied up his clothes. However, his fluffy hair did not look serious. No matter what his expression was, he seemed to be joking.
"Sir Raphson, please forgive my rudeness," Olsen said very seriously. "I'm going to recommend Doctor Zheng."
"Surgery?" Dr. Raphson raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "Impossible. The Medicine Prize will not be awarded to a clinical surgical method."
"Oh, no. D * mn it, you misunderstood," Olsen said. "I want to be nominated for this year's Physics Prize!"
Raphson raised his hand and was about to use a gesture to express his refusal.
However, he did not expect to hear Olsen say this!
A doctor winning the Nobel Prize in Physics? A clinical surgical method could not win the Medicine Prize but the Physics Prize. This was undoubtedly a great mockery.
Dr. Raphson felt the air become spicy, and breathing became extremely difficult.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. He experienced a short period of palpitations, chest tightness, and shortness of breath.
Was Dr. Olsen crazy? Raphson's hand stopped in mid-air and he looked at Olsen in shock. He calmed down for a long time but still did not know what to say.
If a doctor won the Nobel Prize in Physics, the whole world would be in an uproar.
The Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine should have been renamed the Nobel Prize in Biology in recent decades.
As for medicine?
care!
"Sir Raphson, please give the recommendation to the Royal Academy of Sciences." Olsen bowed elegantly like a true aristocrat.
After a full ten seconds, Raphson slowly lowered his arm and asked cautiously, "Can I know why?"
"The reason is very simple. It will appear in front of you soon," Olsen said excitedly. "The last piece of the puzzle of classical physics has appeared in front of me. If I can't award him the Physics Prize, I believe that Sir Newton's soul will travel back and directly take me away."
"I have a feeling that turbulence will trigger a revolution. As classical physics becomes perfect, quantum physics will also be promoted!"
"…" Raphson could not believe what he heard or saw.
In the conference room at the center, the judges for the Medicine Prize sat quietly. They were also astonished in their hearts.
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