The cup burst because of the resonance and the water spilled all over the table.
Because of Olsen's passionate words, the sound of the cup breaking was so insignificant that it did not cause a fatal blow to the hearts of the old people.
Dr. Raphson looked at the water on the table in front of him that continued to spread like blood in the blood vessels. The laminar flow collided and formed turbulence. He was like a fool, quietly lost in thought.
"This is the most perfect masterpiece, full of steampunk … No, it is a sense of precision and mystery of future technology." Olsen danced and said, "Mr. Raphson, if this year's physics prize is not awarded to the last piece of the puzzle of classical physics, it will be the end of the world!"
"…" Raphson was stunned. He heard a sense of determination in Olsen's tone.
This was not a threat, nor was it a means, but a kind of fanaticism.
He really wanted to award the physics prize to a doctor. He was not joking!
Raphson felt a little confused that the basic physics research was actually awarded to a project nominated for the medical prize.
Things had changed too quickly, beyond his expectations. It was as if he had just had a strange dream.
Were Dr. Mehar and his wife really that crazy? As soon as this idea appeared, Dr. Raphson killed it.
It was not crazy, it was really a breakthrough in basic research!
It was reasonable to say that when a breakthrough in basic research was made, the first project to be invested was the physics project that did not care about the cost. But this time, how did it appear in the medical industry?
And it was the medical industry that drove basic research?
The medical industry was an application industry. Could it accomplish what classical physics could not?
The great Newton, Einstein, Maxwell, Bohr, Galileo … Would they agree?
"Mr. Olsen, you are not kidding, right?" Raphson decided to test it again. "Without sufficient theoretical basis, even within the stipulated time …"
"My dear Dr. Raphson, in the face of the appearance of the last piece of the puzzle of classical physics, any reason is dry and untenable." Dr. Olsen continued to wave his hands, his face flushed red. "This is the moment when classical physics is completed, I will not allow it to float away from my eyes."
"Isn't your idea too optimistic?" Dr. Raphson asked calmly.
"I know that the final completion of classical physics may take a hundred years of exploration. But as long as there is a correct direction, it is enough. I will not allow others to award the Physics Prize to this scientist whose hands were kissed by God decades later. " Olsen said enthusiastically. He did not notice the ugly expressions on the faces of the judges for the Medicine Award.
This kind of thing had never happened before in the Nobel Prize judging process.
He had applied for a certain award, but in the end, he had received another award.
If it was difficult, then so be it.
However, the judges of the Medicine Award only saw Olsen's fanatical gaze and incoherent expression.
They all knew that if Olsen won the prize, they wouldn't be able to get the physics prize.
It sounded like a fairy tale, but Olsen was standing in front of him. His eyes were bloodshot and filled with fanaticism. All these showed his undisguised desire in the depths of his heart.
He wasn't joking, definitely not.
Was this really a good idea? Rafson was stunned as he looked at Olsen, who was on the verge of going crazy.
In an instant, he had an idea in his mind.
"Dr. Olsen, please be quiet." Raphson said slowly, allowing the water to flow down and land on his pants. It was as if his prostate had swollen to the point of urinary incontinence.
"Huh?" Dr. Olsen looked at him in shock.
"We were discussing whether Doctor Zheng's TIPS surgery has a chance of winning the Medicine Award. Now, I can tell you with certainty that his surgery is very good, and his surgical method is also very mature. We will further screen and observe. This project has nothing to do with the Physics Prize, "Raphson said almost word by word.
"Impossible!" Olsen roared. It was hard to believe that such a loud roar came from an old man in his sixties. "You bunch of moldy monsters. How could you break the rule that the Medicine Award is not awarded to clinical surgical methods?"
"This has nothing to do with you," Raphson said indifferently.
"Even if His Majesty the King makes the final ruling, I will definitely insist," Dr. Olsen roared. "This is a major discovery that subverts the Physics Prize …"
Raphson did not listen to the next words at all.
In his heart, he still refused to give the TIPS surgery method a Nobel Prize, but he also did not want to receive a recommendation project for the Medicine Award. In the end, he actually won the more important … or rather, the most important Nobel Prize in Physics.
If that was the case, where would he put his old face?
That group of boring media would definitely talk nonsense about the Nobel Prize judges' shady dealings and things like that.
A few years ago, a certain award was left vacant for a year, causing an uproar in the entire world. Dr. Raphson did not want this kind of thing to happen to him.
He was already in his eighties. He did not want to have a black spot in his history.
If that was the case, Raphson was sure that after he died, he would not even be able to close his coffin.
"Dr. Olsen, I think I need to think about it carefully," Raphson said. "You're simply too noisy. This is a medical school. Please go back to the Royal Academy of Sciences. Let's all calm down and slowly discuss this matter. "
Olsen wanted to continue speaking, but Mrs. Mehar suddenly waved her hand and said, "Doctor, let's wait until Mehar comes back."
"That will take a long time," Dr. Olsen said reluctantly.
"Please believe in my judgment. The surgery was extremely successful. The recovery period will be no more than a week." Mrs. Mehar smiled. A ray of sunlight came in from the window and shone on her face, shining with a holy light.
"Dr. Mehar is a true fighter. I also want to hear his judgment on the technique of the surgeon," Dr. Olsen muttered.
"I think it will take at least a month for you to complete the relevant model."
"No, Madam, a month is definitely not enough. I might not be able to build a similar model in half a year. The turbulence … "Olsen was a little depressed when he said this.
"It'll be fine. Everything will be fine, won't it?" Mrs. Mehar said with a smile.
Then, she pressed the button on the intercom. Her assistant knocked on the door and came in.
"Dr. Raphson, please consider carefully about the TIPS surgery. As for the specific results, we'll talk about it when Mehar comes back," Mrs. Mehar said before she left.
Watching Mrs. Mehar leave, Dr. Raphson noticed the water stains on his pants.
"Damn it!" Dr. Raphson kept wiping the water stains with a handkerchief, but there were still traces of urinary incontinence.
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