Life Science Research Laboratory, Paul Scherrer Institute, Switzerland.

With a gloomy face, like a blizzard hanging from the Alps, François strode into the research room he and Mario were sharing together.

Their research project is the effect of biological immune tissues on tumors, and breakthroughs have been made. There is evidence of a relationship between the two.

That said, François and Mario's research did not go wrong.

This is bound to be a project that can win the Nobel Prize in biology and medicine, and they have been nominated for the Nobel Prize this year.

Francois, with the support of the consortium behind him, lobbied the Nobel Prize judges to pull in his feelings. Mario, on the other hand, continues his research work in the lab, trying to take his research one step further.

Although it is at least 30 years away from the phase 1 clinical trial, according to the past rules, the possibility of them winning the Nobel Prize exists, and it is not small.

"Dear François, are you unhappy that you can't eat Appenzel in Sweden?" asked Mario.

"Those damned old stubborns!" François roared, and the employees of the laboratory were silent, no one knew what was going on, and they did not dare to speak loudly, carefully keeping their heads down and doing their job at hand.

"Jenny's biofilm channel project? I think it's a piece of garbage, and there's no way to compete with ours. ”

"Oh, is it Stanford's nuclear trimming program? That project has no future, not at all. God will not allow man to attempt to modify His great masterpiece. ”

"Don't be angry, Cavendish Labs' expertise isn't in biology, and their biosensing program isn't up to the competition. ”

"That's enough!" François angrily kicked down the chair next to him, and the chair fell to the ground with a loud noise, and the frightened employees cautiously stayed away from the irascible Dr. François.

"I'm very worried about your condition. Mario shrugged his shoulders, "Why the hell are you so angry?"

"Those old die-hards, bastards, Alpine sheep dung eggs!" François cursed countless swear words, and the roar echoed through the laboratory.

It took a long time for him to calm down and say, "Those bastards actually decided that this year's Nobel Prize is a clinical procedure!"

"Calm down, my dear Monsieur François. Mario smiled when he heard him say this, "It is impossible to win the Nobel Prize for clinical procedures, this has been the law for decades. It seems that the person trying to break this pattern has not yet been born, so I really don't know what you're worried about. ”

"Those bastards!"

"Okay, okay, I know they're all a bunch of bastards. And the cheese, would you like to take a bite and calm down?" Mario reassured François.

François grabbed an empty flask and slammed it against the wall.

There was a loud bang, and shards of glass flew everywhere.

Mario shook his head and sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, waiting for François's explanation. It seems that it is not smooth to lobby for the review this time, and it is not an ordinary failure, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to win this year's Nobel Prize.

Mario calmly recalls the various biological studies, and none of them, except for his own project with Francois, have made breakthroughs.

This year's opportunity is simply amazing, God has given it to himself and François. As for the clinical procedure that François said, it was that he was too nervous to be possible.

How many years has it been since a new clinical procedure won the Nobel Prize?

Well, this should be a very important thing before the nervous, anxious, and restless emotions that lead to uncontrollable behavior. Mario looked at François and thought to himself.

It was a long time before François sat down in front of Mario like a Spanish bull, panting for breath.

"Tell me, my old fellow, what has happened to you. Mario asked, with a deep look in his eyes.

"Dr. Mehar, I'm already on my way to China. ”

"Oh, the Doctor is going to Huaxia, can his body support flying so far?" asked Mario, "I think it's a miracle to have another Christmas, and I didn't have him in my plan." ”

"Previously, Dr. Rosen said that Dr. Mehal had circulatory interventional surgery and was in good health. I thought it was a good blessing, but ...... We're careless, Mario!" roared François.

"Careless?"

"Dr. Mehal, is fully restored, at least for an eighty-year-old fellow. François was a little frustrated, especially when he talked about it.

It seems that the Nobel Prize has moved away and flown to the other side of the sky.

"What the hell is it? Mario's memory is obviously outstanding, he didn't look for information at all, but his eyes were slightly closed, and the computer generally searched in the database, and soon said suspiciously: "There is no new cardiac interventional surgery to apply for the Nobel Prize." ”

"My dear François, are you mistaken?"

"It's not a cardiac interventional procedure, it's a new procedure for TIPS!" François roared, "damn portal hypertension is just an ordinary common disease, why can you win the Nobel Prize!"

"Calm down, let me ask a few questions. Mario asked calmly, "First, is there anything between the developer of the TIPS surgery and Dr. Mehar's surgery?"

His question was correct.

The distance between cardiac intervention and liver intervention is definitely farther than the distance between the Earth and the Moon.

"Yes, you're right, and I think so. But, Jason told me, it was the same man, who showed up in Sweden at a critical moment in Dr. Mehal's life, and then had a coronary artery abruption with the permission of his wife. ”

"Oh my God, it's incredible. ”

"And then Dr. Mehal gave a recommendation, TIPS, damn it! It's just a basic procedure, it's definitely not groundbreaking. This is the shady curtain of the Nobel Prize judges! I want to appeal!" François roared.

"Please calm down, did I mishear you. Are you saying that the person who gave Dr. Mehar a coronary artery dissection is the same person who studied TIPS?" asked Mario.

"Yes!" said François.

"It's incredible. Mario spread his hands and said, "It's hard to convince me of what you're saying." ”

"But he is reality. ”

"What did Jason say?" asked Mario.

He said that Dr. Mehal had gone to China and was going to have a second stage surgery. If the operation is successful, he asked us to prepare for next year's application. ”

"Oh my God, are they crazy?" Mario was really surprised: "It's just a clinical technique, can it really win the Nobel Prize? Aren't they afraid of scandals? Those rigid, old-fashioned, old-fashioned judges, really not afraid?"

"Because they're more afraid of death. "The average age of the Nobel Prize jury in biology and medicine is 81.3 years old, and the fact that Dr. Mehal escaped at the hands of death gives them hope," François said. ”

"......" Mario froze.

"I asked Jason about the regularity of clinical procedures. François had calmed down by this time, and there was a hint of weeping in his tone, "He used Dr. Murray's kidney transplant program as an example. ”

"In the end, it turned out that the kidney transplant did not win the Nobel Prize either, but because he developed ......"

"No, Mario. François said in frustration: "Jason told me that the truth is not like that. ”

He paused, picked up the coffee next to Mario, and drank it in one gulp, which was better.

"Jason told me that in '85, because Nobel Prize judge Dr. Lawrence had kidney failure and needed a kidney transplant, Dr. Murray did the surgery himself. Later, under the impetus of Dr. Lawrence, Dr. Murray won the Nobel Prize. ”

"Dear François, these two things ......"

"No, Mario, there's a smell of shrouds wafting through those rotten old stubborns. They are afraid of death, and even use the Nobel Prize to curry favor with someone who can continue their lives. François's emotions were completely out of control, his eyes were red, and he looked out the window at the river.

"Impossible!" Mario exclaimed, "......"

Before he could finish speaking, François continued: "In the biological and medical review, 70% of people have cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, and they are desperately maintaining them with drugs. This data was given to me by Jason. He said that Dr. Mehal's story gave everyone hope, and now everyone's eyes are on Huaxia. ”

"If, if Dr. Mehal's operation had been successful, the young man of China and Rudolf of Heidelberg...... Damn, Rudolph is a piece of cheese that's already moldy!"

"If the operation is successful, all the Nobel Prize judges don't mind forming a friendship with that little doctor in Huaxia. When they reach the end of their lives, let's see if they can miraculously regain their health like Dr. Mehal. François sat down in his chair dejectedly.

"Oh my God. Mario exclaimed this for the third time.

They said that the Chinese doctor had been kissed by heaven on both hands. François concluded.

The hands kissed by the heavens, expelling death, what it means, both of them know. If there was the slightest possibility, there would be people who would want to gain his friendship rather than try to fight him.

It was a long time before Mario said, "Lulun, I think you know what I need." ”

The assistant beside him bowed slightly and said, "Sir, as you wish, I will collect all the information of that doctor as soon as possible." ”

François and Mario looked at each other, and if that were the case, it would be almost impossible to win the Nobel Prize this year.

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At this moment, Zheng Ren was at a loss and ignorant, waiting at the Imperial Capital International Airport to greet Dr. Mehal and his party.

He stood beside Vice President Yuan, a little unaccustomed to this pattern of behavior. In Zheng Ren's own thoughts, he didn't want to come to this goods, just let Su Yun or Feng Xuhui pick it up.

"Zheng Ren, a few days ago, you didn't attend the commendation meeting because of the rescue of Director Miao. The medal of the first prize has just been handed over to Director Kong, and he will hand it over to you. Vice President Yuan looked ahead and said, "Don't be proud in the future, make persistent efforts." ”

"Thank you. Zheng Rendao.

"You deserve it. Vice President Yuan said, "Is Dr. Mehar's surgery certain?"

"It's just a two-stage operation, and it's not very difficult. Dr. Mehal had a problem with his clotting mechanism, and when he was operated on in Sweden, the end of the guidewire was withdrawn and the end was almost clotted into a blood clot. Zheng Ren said: "Therefore, his heart stent should be replaced every 3 months or so, otherwise it will soon be all blocked and the previous situation will appear again." ”

"Oh?" Vice Dean Yuan heard Zheng Ren say this, and suddenly became interested.

It means that Dr. Mehal has to come to China many times, or Zheng Ren has to go to Sweden when he has time.

If that's the case...... In an instant, a myriad of thoughts crossed his mind. These ideas are the simplest, as long as some people in the city government, can think of it.

"How many years do you expect to win the Nobel Prize for the technique nominated by Dr. Mehal?" asked Vice Dean Yuan.

"It shouldn't be possible. Zheng Ren replied: "At the Mayo Clinic, Dr. Charles told me that if you want to win the Nobel Prize, you still have to go through the model of basic research. There is no possibility of winning the Nobel Prize for clinical procedures. ”

"Don't be discouraged, it's man-made. "Vice President Yuan is indeed interested in the Nobel Prize, but to say that the young man standing next to him can win the Nobel Prize, he does not have much confidence.

The identity of a Nobel Prize candidate is enough to show off, and he did not hope that Zheng Ren would really win the prize.

In the history of the Nobel Prize, the youngest laureate, apart from the unreliable Peace Prize, is Lawrence Bragg. He won the Nobel Prize in Physics in 1915 at the age of 25.

But he won the award with his father, and there was still moisture in the middle.

When Einstein won the Nobel Prize, he was 42 years old, which was still young. After all, Einstein has just begun to step into academia, and each of Einstein's five papers is considered to be subversive and subversive in winning the Nobel Prize.

Even if an unborn genius like Albert Einstein was born in a self-sacking attitude, it was many years before he really won the Nobel Prize.

The oldest Nobel laureate is Leonid Hevic. When the old man won the Nobel Prize, he was already 90 years old. He is also an honorary professor at Huazhong University of Science and Technology and has lectured in China.

These people and things, Vice President Yuan has a memory. He knows that being nominated for a Nobel Prize and winning a Nobel Prize are two different things.

Performing surgery on Dr. Mehar, gaining the friendship of the elderly, getting referrals, is a regular routine. When Mo Yan was nominated for the Nobel Prize, he also followed the path of the Oriental literary world.

It's just that Zheng Ren is still young, and it is impossible to win the Nobel Prize this year.

"The clinical work should be down-to-earth, and what needs to be mentioned to the hospital. Vice President Yuan said this sentence to Zheng Ren personally.

Zheng Ren smiled and nodded.

"If the situation allows, you can discuss with Dr. Mehal whether you can give a lecture in the hospital after the recovery. Vice President Yuan said.

He said it politely, but there was a tone in his words that could not be refused.

This matter was originally the work of Vice Dean Guo, who was in charge of science and education, but the relationship between Director Mao and Zheng Ren was a little mismatched, so Vice President Guo just fell behind and asked Vice Dean Yuan and Zheng Ren to talk about it.

The overall situation is to be had. After all, this is a good thing for 912, so Vice President Yuan is happy to sell his favor.

"Okay. "Zheng Ren doesn't care, it is estimated that he will recover quickly after the operation, depending on how long Dr. Mehr is going to stay in Huaxia.

There was a casual chatter that the flight had arrived. Dr. Mehal was not on a charter plane like Zou Jiahua's, but on an ordinary flight.

The team was significantly larger than Zheng Ren had expected, with more than twenty people. Professor Rudolf Wagner walked out first, and when he saw Zheng Ren, he was a bear hug.

He used to pick up Zheng Ren at the airport, but this time it was Zheng Ren who greeted him...... Greet Dr. Mehal and greet him by the way.

"Boss, I miss you. The professor patted Jung Ren on the back and said loudly.

It hurts, Zheng Ren is a little helpless. However, I haven't seen the professor for a few days, and I miss it a little.

Vice President Yuan stood aside, even more helpless than Zheng Ren. Professor Rudolf Wagner is as if he doesn't see himself, or he doesn't see himself at all.

He also knew that if it weren't for Zheng Ren, these people would definitely not come to 912.

Boss Zheng is good, Vice President Yuan thought to himself.

"Boss, Dr. Mehal is in the back. Professor Rudolf Wagner said as soon as he greeted Zheng Ren.

His attitude towards Dr. Mehal was a little more subtle. Winning the Nobel Prize has always been Professor Rudolf Wagner's long-cherished wish, and it is conceivable what the weight of Dr. Mehal, who has a lot of weight in the hearts of professors.

At this time, the saddle and the horse are waiting, just for that glimmer of hope, which may not exist at all.

"Doctor, meet again. Jung Ren smiled and extended his hand to greet Dr. Mehal.

The doctor looked very healthy, and the system panel was only slightly red, which was completely different from the dying old man he saw lying on a hospital bed when Zheng Ren first went to Sweden, using mold lungs and ventilators to assist breathing.

Dr. Mehal was a little surprised, although he had recovered his health, he was still eighty years old after all, and he walked slowly.

Stretching out his hand and shaking hands with Zheng Ren, Dr. Mehal said, "Zheng, I didn't expect you to speak Swedish so well. ”

Dr. Mehal is a native of Gotland and does not have a strong accent, but Zheng Ren speaks with an accent that is his native accent.

Even if you are a Swede, it is difficult to distinguish the Gotland accent, but this Dr. Zheng is so attentive that he seems to be very interested in the Nobel Prize.

As soon as he stepped off the plane, Dr. Mehal misjudged the situation.

"Learned. Zheng Ren smiled innocently, "Your body is recovering well." ”

"Very good. "After the dangerous period of cardiopulmonary dysfunction after the surgery, the lung function slowly recovered, and I was able to walk on the path that I had walked for decades. ”

"That's good. Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Later, Zheng Ren introduced Dr. Mehal to Vice President Yuan and Vice President Guo in the back, and Zheng Ren felt a little bored when he saw them saying polite words.

"Boss, the patient has suffered another cardiac arrest!" Su Yun suddenly leaned over and whispered.