Karolinska Institutet, Stockholm, Sweden.

In the central conference room, on the huge LCD screen, the operation process is clearly displayed in front of everyone's eyes.

Unlike the past, this live broadcast has a sound.

The conversation between Jung in and Dr. Mehal was clear to everyone.

The first stent has been removed intact, and Dr. Mehal has not had the dreaded complications of myocardial ischemia, coronary artery rupture, etc.

Everything looks so good, even perfect.

Mrs. Mehal's expression was relaxed, and although it was all in her expectation, she was always worried that something unexpected might happen.

It is worthy of the hands that have been kissed by God, and this kind of forbidden area surgery can be successfully completed without a trace of waves and accidents.

And the young doctor really didn't give in in front of Dr. Mehal, and after a simple exchange, when the catheter was about to enter the coronary artery, he directly gave Dr. Mehal basic anesthesia to avoid accidents.

Mrs. Mehal was particularly pleased with this.

In the live broadcast screen, the operation is briefly stopped, and the surgeon is preparing to remove the second stent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure you've all seen the surgery just now. "I remember 30 years ago, when Mehal was nominated for the Medicine Prize for his cardiac stenting, it was said that the procedure was not perfect and could not avoid complications, so it would not win the Medicine. ”

"Now, thirty years later, the technology has been perfected. Mrs. Mehal glanced at the aging judges around her and said, "However, cardiac interventional technology has become a thing of the past, no longer the most cutting-edge technology, it has been popularized to every corner of the world under the promotion of Mehal and countless doctors.

Everyone thinks it's just a basic surgery and doesn't think it deserves a medical award!

This time, Mehal and I have the same attitude, and we will choose the doctor whose hands have been kissed by God when voting, and choose the TIPS procedure. ”

"Madame, please calm down. Dr. Raphson, the chairman of the jury, who was sitting in the middle, looked at the screen, put down the water glass in his hand, and said lightly: "It is a rule that clinical procedures cannot win medical awards, and I think we should get used to it, not try to break it." As for the future, who knows. ”

"Forgive my ignorance, Lord Rafson. Mrs. Mehal shifted the wheelchair in one direction and stared at Dr. Rafson.

He had a few more age spots on his face, and he looked much older, revealing a smell of decay.

"Madam, there are only a few of us judges here, if you have anything to say. "Raphson is nonchalant.

Dr. Mehal and his wife were in favor of it, but it was not enough. If you want to win the Nobel Prize for clinical surgery?

"That's what His Excellency Dachlin, the chairman of the jury said that thirty years later, your statement has not changed. Mrs. Mehal said coldly, "In this room I can only smell a smell of decay. Your gorgeous clothes are like shrouds, and they are disgusting to look at. ”

Mrs. Mehal's words were sharp, leaving no room for relent.

"That's just your delusion. Frontal lobotomy is seen as a stain on the Nobel Prize. Are we going to see a seemingly successful procedure win another medical prize, and then turn the medical prize into a scandal after countless complications?" Dr. Raphson said quietly, but was not angry.

"Isn't there a lot of stains?, only a frontal lobotomy?" said Mrs. Mehal, staring at Rafson's age spots, "I think you'll have a good time when the devil comes to take away your rotten soul." Because you have a lot in common, you might become good friends. ”

"Ma'am, please remain calm. Still unoffended, Dr. Raphson knocked on the table and said, "Whether it's a new procedure for TIPS or a surgery to remove a coronary stent, it can only represent the skill of an outstanding doctor." This is at least 380,000 kilometers away from the medical award. ”

"Your Excellency Raphson, only you think so. Mrs. Mehal muttered, "I don't know how an ignorant person like you could get into the jury." ”

"Madam, be respectful and reverent......

Before he could finish speaking, the door was pushed open.

A man with fluffy hair, as if he had reacted to a touch of static electricity, walked in first.

"Mrs. Mehal, please accept my sincerest thanks on behalf of Dr. Mehal. The man said.

He was still "young", only in his sixties, and more energetic than everyone on the medical prize jury. At the very least, he didn't have to be pushed in a wheelchair.

"Your Excellency Olson, it's a pleasure to have you here. Mrs. Mehal smiled slightly, and held out her hand to accept Olsen's kiss.

"My God, when I received Dr. Merhal's email yesterday, was still suspicious. Olsen raised his hands, his hair straight and fluffy, like a hedgehog, and his arms rendered the surprise in his words, "The live broadcast just now is simply a god descending into the world and showing the way forward for mortals. ”

"Lord Olson, why did you come from the Royal Academy of Sciences?" Dr. Raphson asked faintly.

The judging of the Medical Award is different from that of the Physics and Chemistry Awards.

Dr. Olsen is the chairman of the jury of the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences, but there is no room for a voice in the judging of the medical prize.

So Dr. Raphson didn't care that Olson was here all of a sudden.

Over here

is Karolinska Institutet,

It's your own territory!

Even His Majesty the King has to give himself enough respect.

"Dear Lord Raphson, I would like to thank the Karolinska Institutet first of all for its contribution to the world. Olsen said excitedly.

He was so excited, he spoke quickly and loudly. In the small room, Dr. Olson's voice vibrated repeatedly.

Raphson frowned, coldly looking at the ripples in the glass of water in front of him, as if his dead heart had been stirred.

"The surgical signal has been received, and after dynamic 3D reconstruction, we have found turbulence. And this man, who is said to have been kissed by the heavens, was able to manipulate the turbulence with the guidance of intuition or some mysterious power to avoid the impact of blood turbulence on the operation. ”

"So what?" Dr. Raphson looked at Olsen's exaggerated hair, still holding his point.

Cold, indifferent.

Clinical procedures, you can't win a medical award, that's the rule!

Absolute rules, to be absolutely enforced, and not allow it to be desecrated.

"How's it going?" Dr. Olson looked at Raphson in amazement, like a patient with Alzheimer's.

He paused for a few seconds before he spoke in a tone of astonishment: "Please allow my rudeness, Your Excellency, Rafson. ”

"Huh?" Dr. Raphson figured that things might not be as simple as he thought.

"Lord Olsen, please wait a moment, the operation is still ongoing. Mrs. Mehal said slowly: "Please be considerate of a wife's anxiety about her husband's surgery. ”

Olsen was about to say something, but was interrupted by Madame. He glanced at the screen, shrugged his shoulders, and beckoned the people behind him to set up the various machines.

Raphson looked at the strange machines and didn't know what Olsen was going to do. The Royal Academy of Sciences has all kinds of black technology, and there are some gadgets that you can't even imagine.

The central conference room was quiet, and the operation continued.

2nd stent, 3rd stent......

11′52", the operation is over.

Olson congratulated Mrs. Mehal at the end of the operation. Madame's expression was much more relaxed, and a hint of a smile crept up her eyebrows.

Dr. Olsen then straightened his clothes, but the fluffy hair didn't look serious, and whatever his expression was, it looked like he was joking.

"Lord Rafson, please allow me to be rude. Olson said seriously, "I'm going to recommend Dr. Zheng." ”

"Surgery?" Dr. Raphson said, raising his eyebrows, "impossible, the medical prize will not be awarded to clinical surgery." ”

"Oh no, damn it, you misunderstood. Olson said, "I want to be nominated for this year's physics prize!"

Raphson's hand was raised, just about to gesture his refusal.

But he didn't expect to hear Olsen say that!

A doctor who wins the Nobel Prize in Physics is undoubtedly a great mockery for a clinical procedure that does not win a prize in medicine, but in physics.

Dr. Raphson felt the air become spicy and breathing became extremely difficult.

Suddenly, his heart jumped a little more. Symptoms of palpitations, chest tightness, and shortness of breath appear briefly.

Is Dr. Olsen crazy? Raphson's hand froze in mid-air, and he looked at Olsen in amazement, calming down for a long time, but still didn't know what to say.

Let a doctor win the Nobel Prize in Physics, and the whole world will be in an uproar.

Originally, the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine has existed in name only in recent decades, and it should be renamed the Nobel Prize in Biology.

As for medicine?

who care!

"Lord Rafson, please give up your recommendation to the Royal Academy of Sciences. Olsen bowed gracefully, like a true aristocrat.

"Can I know why?" said Raphson, who slowly lowered his arm and asked cautiously, after a full ten seconds.

"The reason is simple, it will be presented to you in no time. Olson excitedly said: "The last piece of the puzzle of classical physics has appeared before my eyes, and if I could not award him a physics prize, I believe that the soul of His Excellency Newton will travel back and take me directly." ”

"I have a gut feeling that turbulence will spark a revolution and that as classical physics becomes perfect, quantum physics will be pushed as well!"

"......" Raphson couldn't believe what he heard or saw.

In the central conference room, the judges of the medical award sat quietly, and they were just as surprised in their hearts.