An hour ago, Raphson had just arrived at the Karolinska Institute of Medicine in Stockholm.
It should not have taken so long to return to Sweden from the Royal Brompton Hospital in Chelsea. However, the storm last night had delayed the flight time. He had rushed to the venue at the last minute.
Other than him, the 49 judges from the Swedish Medical University had already begun to feel a little anxious. Time was too tight. If there was really a storm in the last hour, the announcement of the Nobel Prize winner on the website would be affected.
This was an unbearable burden for the global attention and the Nobel Prize.
Out of respect for Dr. Raphson, the chairman of the evaluation committee, no one questioned him. However, there were endless whispers in the venue.
Dr. Mehar sat quietly in his seat. He felt a little funny that Raphson wanted to come to preside over the evaluation even though he was sick.
After so many years, the evaluation committee had encountered many unexpected things.
For example, a few well-matched projects had each pulled in a group of judges, and everyone was in a deadlock. For example, the previous chairman of the evaluation committee had ignored the surging opposition and pulled a group of judges to deny the qualification of organ transplantation to win the Nobel Prize.
These were all in the past. They were all history. The knowledgeable members of the evaluation committee had never seen someone come to the venue to evaluate the award while breathing oxygen. Not even once had it happened, let alone Dr. Raphson who breathed oxygen to preside over the conference.
Due to age and health reasons, if the judges could not hold on, they could apply for absence. However, Raphson used his actions to express his determination.
Even when the organizing committee began to urge the other awards and had already notified the winners by phone, the conference under Raphson's chairmanship was still going on nervously.
After the committee's early screening, there were not many projects that could enter the Nobel Conference's list. In the past, there would be 20-30 projects. This year, only 12 projects had entered the final evaluation.
In the past, the Nobel Conference would be very intense. It was impossible to balance the interests of all sides without two or three days. However, this year's evaluation was surprisingly simple. One project after another passed without any ripples.
The door was closed. No one knew what happened inside. The process of each evaluation was confidential. This was a tradition.
Dr. Raphson's assistant and two doctors also stayed outside the conference room. The assistant was a little worried and kept pacing back and forth. Every time he wanted to knock on the door, he would hesitate for a long time. In the end, he would give up dejectedly.
Because of Dr. Raphson's insistence, they rushed to the venue at the last minute. Time was already very tight, and they absolutely could not delay.
Another acquaintance patted him on the shoulder and started talking.
"Alexander, you look like a wild cat in heat. What's wrong?"
Dr. Raphson's assistant, Alexander Hamilton, was not in the mood to chat with that man. He said worriedly, "Dr. Raphson just had his chest tube removed yesterday. His symptoms of chest tightness and shortness of breath are getting worse. I'm worried that he won't be able to hold on. If he passes out … "
"My God!" The man said in surprise, "Why not hold the video conference on the bed? Technology is so advanced now. Dr. Rafson doesn't need to come to the scene personally."
Alexander Hamilton sighed. There were still some things that could not be said.
Why did Dr. Raphson personally come to preside over the meeting? He had been by the doctor's side the whole time, so he knew everything that had happened.
Other than that arrogant young doctor who was far away in the Imperial Capital, who else could it be?
This was the doctor's way of expressing his respect. Whether it was to the arrogant doctor far away in the Imperial Capital or to the prehistoric giant crocodile-like family hidden under the iceberg, he had to express his respect.
But … Hamilton sighed. The doctor risked his life to do this. Wasn't it a little too much?
Dr. Raphson's condition was not very good. He was still breathing on oxygen. Although he was not a doctor, Hamilton still had some understanding of the doctor's condition from the conversation between the two doctors along the way.
The doctor estimated that there was a pleural effusion, and the effusion was pressing against the lungs, causing breathing difficulties. He needed to do an emergency ultrasound location and then extract the effusion through puncture to relieve the symptoms.
However, time was so tight. A storm in the English Channel caused the doctor to rush to the venue without stopping.
He looked nervously at the closed door of the conference room, his heart beating wildly. Hamilton had a premonition that something bad was about to happen.
He hoped that the voting would end as soon as possible. No matter who would win this year's Nobel Prize.
"Alexander, relax. There won't be a problem." Fuller comforted the anxious Alexander Hamilton.
However, comfort was useless. The power of words was so pale in the face of pleural effusion and breathing difficulties.
Time passed minute by minute. The closed door was like the airtight lead door of the operating theater, motionless.
Unlike the operating theater, there was no lead-lined glass to look inside. No one knew what was happening in the venue.
Looking at the closed door, Alexander Hamilton was as anxious as a patient's family member. He kept pacing back and forth, but his eyes were fixed on the door.
The two doctors behind Hamilton were already prepared for emergency treatment. They carried a first-aid kit and rushed in as soon as the door opened.
After an unknown period of time, the heavy door opened silently. The secretary who was taking notes of the meeting rushed out.
Alexander Hamilton had been paying attention to the door. He rushed in as soon as possible.
The two collided with each other, and their noses bled.
Without complaining about the secretary, Hamilton covered his nose and rushed directly to Dr. Raphson, who was sitting on the podium.
The doctor's breathing was rapid, and his lips were slightly cyanotic. It seemed that oxygen could not enter the blood oxygen exchange at all. No matter how much oxygen he inhaled, it was useless.
Hamilton called the two doctors and pushed Dr. Raphson out as soon as possible. They prepared to extract the pleural effusion.
When he was about to go out, he vaguely saw Dr. Mehar, who was sitting in the front row, raise his hand, as if he was blessing Dr. Raphson.
The venue was very quiet. It was not like the previous years when the Nobel Prize winners were selected. Some people were happy and some were angry.
They watched as Dr. Raphson was pushed away and the secretary rushed out to make a phone call. Everyone sat quietly in their original seats.
Everything that had happened recently, especially today's award, needed to be digested.
Times had changed. This was the common thought that everyone had.
One door opened, and the other door was still tightly shut.
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