Stockholm, Sweden.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. At this moment, he was no longer the rich boy from Sea City or 912. He had returned to the style of an elite doctor from Heidelberg University Hospital in Germany.
However, he had been a little nervous during this period of time. He was restless, like an ant on a hot pan.
All the work had been done, and the standard materials, which were full of hard work over the past year, had long been handed in.
After leaving the Imperial Capital, the professor had been flying back and forth between Stockholm and Europe and the United States. He visited every judge and the Nobel Prize winner who was still alive, making his final effort for the final sprint.
The attitude of the judges had changed slightly. The professor could clearly sense this. The perfunctory, reprimanding, and disdain that he had expected were very few from the beginning. Almost everyone treated him warmly. Even the most conservative and stubborn judges seemed very kind.
Things were going very smoothly. It was so smooth that it was like a dream.
But because of this, the professor was a little afraid. He was afraid that it was all fake. When he woke up, he would find himself still lying in his home in Heidelberg.
The closer it was to the day of the Nobel Prize judging, the more nervous the professor became. He gradually cursed his boss more and more.
It was such a big thing, yet the boss did not come personally. It was really too much. Especially when he saw with his own eyes that many of the nominees for the Biology Prize came to visit the judges with humble faces, the professor's complaints became more and more.
He knew that he had only seen a small number of people. Even if the nominees did not come, the relevant referees were still constantly moving around to obtain the support of others.
However, Professor Rudolf Wagner only complained a little in his heart. The boss's position in his heart was unshakable. That was not because of a Nobel Prize recommendation project, but because of the admiration accumulated from every surgery that was performed as if it was nothing.
The crushing of the technical level made the professor very clear in his heart. This was the boss's project. He was just an extremely lucky child who had caught the express train to the Nobel Prize. The driver was the boss, and he would always be the boss.
It was not until Dr. Raphson went to the Imperial Capital to give a lecture a few days ago that Professor Rudolf Wagner stopped complaining about the boss and gave his boss endless praise!
Did the boss need to visit the judges? If it was half a year ago, it might have been necessary, but now, there was no need at all!
Professor Rudolf Wagner could vaguely guess what the chairman of the Biology and Medicine Award Committee was going to the Imperial Capital to give a lecture.
In particular, the professor was very confident that he would be able to win the Nobel Prize this year.
Originally, Professor Rudolf Wagner was going to visit Professor Raphson as soon as he returned from the Imperial Capital. He was going to observe the various hints from the chairman of the jury to determine the possibility of winning the Nobel Prize this year.
However, what happened next was beyond the professor's expectations.
The news from Brother Yun said that Dr. Lafson had left the capital and returned to China, but when Professor Rudolf Wagner came to visit, he was told that Dr. Lafson was not there.
Dr. Raphson seemed to have disappeared into thin air. There was no trace of him at all. No matter who they asked, they couldn't get any concrete information.
At this point, the professor had gone mad. He didn't dare to contact his boss again because he knew his boss's temperament. Moreover, the professor had a guess in his heart that Dr. Raphson must have had a breakdown with his boss when he visited.
The professor could even imagine how Brother Yun had ridiculed Dr. Raphson with a sharp and sarcastic tone. The doctor had left the Imperial Capital in a rage and refused to see him after he returned.
They were already at the last step. How could they make things worse? Every day felt like a year to the professor. Every time he thought about whether his boss could come to Sweden and apologize to Dr. Raphson, there would still be room for reconciliation. However, this kind of thing was just a thought. The professor knew that it was absolutely impossible.
This year's evaluation process was slightly earlier than in previous years. In early October, the evaluation committee for the Literature Prize began to move.
The evaluation was behind closed doors. It was said that they argued every day until their faces turned red.
Professor Rudolf Wagner pricked up his ears to listen to the news. At this time, he couldn't find Dr. Mehar. Everything was in a state of secrecy.
However, the evaluation committee for the Biology and Medicine Awards had not moved for a long time. Not to mention a meeting, even the chairman of the evaluation committee, Dr. Raphson, did not know where he was.
The professor spent day after day in a daze. He did not know what exactly happened.
Without communicating with the Imperial Capital, Professor Rudolf Wagner believed that his boss and Brother Yun wouldn't know what he didn't know even if he stayed in Stockholm.
Although Brother Yun had always said not to worry and that the possibility of winning the award this year was very high, how could the professor not be anxious?
Under the calm water, who knew what kind of turbulent waves were hidden.
On October 9th, other than the evaluation committee for the Medicine and Biology Awards, the other awards had been confirmed.
Next, they would be calling to inform the Nobel Prize winner.
Professor Rudolf Wagner still did not receive the news. He was at a loss and very helpless.
Sometimes, the professor even had an illusion that everyone was deceiving him. In fact, the evaluation committee had already held a secret meeting and determined the winner of this year's Biology and Medicine Awards.
It was not the boss, himself, or Brother Yun's project. The final winner would be someone else. All the well-intentioned and malicious concealment had isolated him from all the news of the Nobel Prize.
For this, the professor was extremely depressed. Didn't Brother Yun say that the possibility of winning the award was very high? The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved and helpless he felt. Professor Rudolf Wagner even began to drown his sorrows in alcohol, using it to numb himself.
At night, sitting in the bar, Professor Rudolf Wagner drank his alcohol sadly.
He liked simple alcohol, especially the iodine-flavored Lafforgue. When he drank it, it tasted like surgery. Every time he drank Lafforgue, he would think of the continuous surgeries he had performed for the Nobel Prize project over the past year.
He had worked hard for a year and left his hometown. He had sacrificed too much. The professor sighed in his heart.
The professor sat alone in the bar, tasting Lafforgue, sadly recalling his experiences over the past year. The noise and liveliness around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He just wanted to drink quietly by himself and quietly savor the taste of surgery.
"Rudolf, are you drinking by yourself?" A hand was placed on Professor Rudolf Wagner's shoulder.
It was Raymond Bragg. He was a professor at the University of Berlin and studied chemistry. It was said that he had been nominated for ten years in a row, but he had missed the Nobel Prize every year.
"Raymond, sit down and have a drink." The professor slammed the table, his voice a little out of control. Under the powerful influence of alcohol, he seemed to have forgotten all his worries and worries.
"Rudolf, I heard that your project this year has a high chance of winning the Nobel Prize. I'm really envious. May the heavens bless you." Raymond sat down with a gloomy expression. "Unlike me, I have no hope at all. I'm not going to come next year. Those old antiques don't know the value of my research results. "
"At first, I thought so too, but … sigh. At least you know a little news. I don't even know if the review meeting has been held. "Professor Rudolf Wagner let out a long sigh and complained as he held the bottle of Lafforgue.
Raymond was stunned for a moment. Professor Rudolf Wagner's words confirmed one point — the judges were extremely pessimistic about his project. There were even no judges who were familiar with him who secretly leaked any information to him.
What a pitiful guy. Not only could he not win the Nobel Prize, he did not even have any news. He could only sit here and drink by himself.
"I heard that tomorrow morning, there will be a phone call to inform the winner of the Nobel Prize. At noon, the website will announce the final news." Raymond took a big gulp of wine. "Those damn guys still don't understand how important my work is. I really don't want to see Lincoln's ugly face after he wins the Nobel Prize! "
The professor tried his best to open his drunken eyes and asked with his last trace of sobriety, "They're going to call tomorrow? So soon? What's the date today? "
"Rudolf, I think you should go back and have a good sleep." Raymond looked at the professor's bloodshot eyes and said pitifully, "Take a good shower and relax. F * ck the Nobel Prize!"
Professor Rudolf Wagner had already fallen into despair. He had to call tomorrow to inform the winner of the Nobel Prize. Tonight, he did not even know if the review meeting had been held. He fell into deep confusion and confusion. He even felt a little self-reproachful.
Bottle after bottle of Lafforgue was drunk, until at last the professor passed out.
He did not notice that a reporter had been secretly watching him. The professor was already immersed in his grief and could not extricate himself. Tomorrow, the Nobel Prize winner would be notified by phone. Now that the Biology and Medicine awards had definitely been judged, he still had not received any news.
D * mn it, d * mn it! How could this be! Even though he was drunk, the professor was still cursing in his heart.
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Dr. Mehar stood at the window and looked at the lights in the night sky. He seemed to be thinking about something.
"Doctor, it's finally confirmed that the meeting will be held at eight o 'clock in the morning tomorrow." His assistant took the tablet and opened the latest email.
"Oh? Raphson has finally replied? "
"Yes, Doctor." The female assistant's voice was as cold as ever, like the winter snow. "News from the Royal Brompton Hospital in the United Kingdom. The pathological diagnosis is clear. It's adenocarcinoma. Because it was discovered early, it is estimated that there is no need for chemotherapy after the surgery. "
"We're really lucky." Dr. Mehar's tone was very calm. One could not tell if it was regret or any other emotion.
"Dr. Raphson removed the chest bottle this morning and has already boarded the ship."
"Why did he have to rush back? Can't he have a remote meeting?" Dr. Mehar muttered, but his eyes shone with joy and joy. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, like a fluttering flag.
"If there's nothing else, I hope you can rest early," the female assistant said.
"Got it." Dr. Mehar said with a smile, "After dragging it out for so long, I can finally see the moment when the ice breaks. I think we should drink some wine tonight."
"Your heart can no longer withstand the stimulation of alcohol. If you insist on this, I will inform Madam."
Dr. Mehar waved his hand, feeling a little regretful.
The female assistant left. Dr. Mehar still stood in front of the window and looked at the night sky of Stockholm. That little guy far away in the capital was really not bad. He originally thought that he would have to pay a very high price to fight for a little chance for him, but he did not expect that what he did was far beyond his imagination.
Even that stubborn old man, Raphson, gave up his prejudice and flew directly to the capital. At the thought of this, the corners of Dr. Mehar's mouth widened.
He could even imagine how that stubborn old man felt when he went to the capital. Zheng was really an interesting person. He persisted until the end. He put all the pressure on Raphson, forcing him to give up his dignity and go to the capital.
However, Raphson's luck could be considered good. During this trip to the capital, Zheng diagnosed him with lung cancer.
Otherwise, when the dust settled on the Nobel Prize, it would be delayed for about a month. When that time came, it was hard to say whether the damn lung cancer would metastasize or not.
Zheng was really a person who had been kissed by the heavens. Dr. Mehar looked into the distance and raised his hand high as if he was holding a goblet with mellow wine in it.
This toast was for victory.
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