Dr. Raphson flew thousands of miles to the Imperial Capital.
In the biomedical industry, Raphson did not make particularly outstanding contributions. However, he was the chairman of the Nobel Prize Committee in Biology and Medicine. He could not be measured by the standards of ordinary scholars.
Every year, Dr. Raphson enjoyed the lobbying of many scientific research institutes, many top professors from around the world, and industry elites.
Obtaining respect and finding his historical position was something that made Dr. Raphson happy. However, this year's Nobel Prize judges did not make him so happy.
The clinical medicine people, led by Dr. Mehar, suddenly burst into unlimited enthusiasm. They were ready to compete for the Nobel Prize that had not been awarded to clinical medicine for more than half a century.
However, Dr. Mehar and the group of people who used to be clinical doctors who would agree with his ideas would not worry Dr. Raphson.
In the end, they still had to vote to decide who the Nobel Prize belonged to.
Ever since Dr. Mehar went to the Imperial Capital for surgery, Dr. Raphson had used various means to rope in, divide, and tempt. He firmly believed that he had an absolute advantage in the votes. No matter how much trouble they threw at him, Mehar and his group would still be defeated in the final vote.
How about organ transplantation?
So what if it was a test tube baby?
If they could not win the Nobel Prize, they could not win it. There was nothing much to say about this. In the end, organ transplantation was still obtained from a biological point of view. It had nothing to do with clinical surgery.
This was a tradition. The Nobel Prize was a top award with a tradition.
However, at a cocktail party a month ago, Dr. Raphson met the independent director of the Lanke Group.
Dr. Raphson knew who he represented.
Those secretive families in Europe that had been around for hundreds of years used a complicated method, countless funds, and countless charities to break up their huge family assets and hide them under the water.
It was a giant crocodile, a prehistoric giant crocodile.
When Dr. Raphson first heard the news, he was a little surprised. It was said that after the end of World War II, they were the ones who set the rules more than half a century ago. Now, they were still the ones who wanted to break this rule.
In the face of the independent director of the Lanke Group, in the face of the ancient and huge family behind him, Dr. Raphson did not dare to resist, nor did he have the intention to resist.
If he had received the news a few months ago, Dr. Raphson would not have hesitated to review all the awards with a fair and just attitude.
However, the counterattack from the clinician made him extremely unhappy. Even though he knew that he could not reverse the situation, he still observed it for a few months.
What made him angry was that the young doctor from the Imperial Capital was simply too arrogant! This was the original sin!
He still had to go through the necessary procedures. Was it too much to pay him a visit and politely express his respect for him?
However,
But!
But!
Other than Professor Rudolf Wagner from Heidelberg University in Germany, there was no sign of Doctor Zheng, the main creator of the new TIPS technique.
This put Dr. Raphson in a difficult position.
It was not that there were no people who could "accidentally" win the Nobel Prize without any communication beforehand. However, those were all produced under the competition of two or more major projects.
Sometimes, two evenly matched projects would compete with each other, and in the end, both sides would suffer losses. The selection committee could only eliminate them all and choose a lucky one.
But it was different this time. This was a shattering and overturning of a tradition that had lasted for more than half a century. Dr. Raphson even believed that this would affect the future of biology and medicine. This was a major event!
It was simply too arrogant. Dr. Raphson had been viciously slandering the arrogant Doctor Zheng every day recently.
Time passed bit by bit. Dr. Raphson gradually became restless.
At first, he still had a glimmer of hope, hoping that he had misunderstood this matter. However, more and more information showed that the ancient family was serious, including the many foundations standing in front of him and Lanke Company.
The world had changed. Dr. Raphson sighed.
After several rounds of continuous thinking, he finally made a difficult decision. Since the mountain did not come, he would go over himself.
In the end, what made Dr. Raphson make up his mind was that he vaguely smelled something wrong. It was said that the patriarch of the Bruch family personally went to the Imperial Capital a few months ago.
If Sir Old Rochester could go, why couldn't he? Dr. Raphson found an excuse for himself. He received the news relatively late. It was already September when he vaguely found out about this matter.
The TIPS surgery required a large number of completed cases to comply with the rules. Doctor Zheng was very busy, but if he went to the Imperial Capital to give a lecture, he would 'conveniently' visit him. That should be fine, right?
He had already gone this far. He vaguely expressed his apology. Dr. Raphson thought that he had done it impeccably.
Contacting a Biological Research Institute in the Imperial Capital and holding a grand speech at the Imperial Capital Medical University were all procedures. Dr. Raphson spared no effort and decided not to give the other party a chance to pretend to be deaf and mute.
If he ran to the other party's door and did not see the person, it would not be justifiable.
However.
Dr. Raphson was still disappointed.
He ran to the small stream at the foot of the mountain, but the mountain did not move. It was still silent and did not have any intention of visiting him.
The time to leave the Imperial Capital was getting closer and closer. Dr. Raphson was like an ant on a hot pan, anxious every day.
On the last day, facing the enthusiastic Imperial Capital Medical University principal and the researchers of the Biological Research Institute, Dr. Raphson's heart was clouded.
After a painful psychological struggle, Dr. Raphson finally raised the white flag to express his surrender.
He had already arrived at the Imperial Capital and walked to the foot of the mountain. There was no need to be reserved.
He endured the anxiety in his heart. After a friendly and cordial conversation, Dr. Raphson explained his thoughts.
The executive vice principal of the Imperial Capital Medical University, Principal Zhang, was stunned. The world's top scholar in front of him was going to visit Boss Zheng?
Doctor Zheng should be Boss Zheng. Shouldn't Boss Zheng be the one to participate in the discussion? How could he let Dr. Raphson go?
This did not conform to Principal Zhang's understanding of the world. Although he knew that Little Zheng of the 912 had been in the limelight recently, no matter what his understanding or analysis was, Dr. Raphson should not personally visit him.
Therefore, Principal Zhang immediately contacted Deputy Director Yuan of the 912, but the news he received was that Boss Zheng was still very busy and did not have time.
Although he was stunned, when Principal Zhang said this and saw Dr. Raphson's exciting expression, he felt inexplicably happy.
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