Paul Scheller Institute, Life Sciences Research Institute, Switzerland.

Francois's face was gloomy, like a snowstorm hanging on the Alps, strode into the laboratory shared by him and Mario.

Their project is the impact of biological immune tissue on tumors, and has made breakthrough progress. There is evidence to show the relationship between the two.

In other words, François and Mario's research has not gone the wrong way.

This must be a project that can win the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine, and they were nominated for the Nobel Prize this year.

With the support of the financial consortium behind him, François lobbied for the Nobel Prize judges and brought him into his relationship. Mario continued his research in the laboratory, trying to push the research further.

Although it has been at least 30 years since the first phase of clinical practice, according to previous rules, the possibility of their Nobel Prizes is that they have won the Nobel Prize, and it is not small.

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

"Those damn old stubborns!" François roared. The employees of the laboratory were silent. No one knew what was going on. They didn't dare to speak loudly. They carefully lowered their heads and did the work they were doing.

"Jenni's Biofilm Channel Project? I think that's a bunch of garbage, and there's no way to compete with our project."

"Oh, was it Stanford's nuclear trimming project? That project has no future at all, nowhere. God will not allow humans to try to modify his great masterpiece."

"Don't be angry, Cavendish Laboratory's expertise is not in biological research, and their biosensing projects are not qualified to compete with us."

"Enough!" François kicked the chair beside him angrily, and the chair fell to the ground, making a loud noise, scaring the employees to keep a little away from the irritable Dr. François.

"Your condition makes me worry." Mario shrugged, "Why are you so angry?"

"Those old stubborn, bastards, Alps sheep dung eggs!" François cursed countless swear words, and the roar echoed in the laboratory.

It took him a long time to calm down and said, "Those bastards actually decided that this year's Nobel Prize was a clinical practice!"

"Calm down, my dear Mr. Francois." Mario laughed when he heard him say this, "It is impossible to win the Nobel Prize in clinical practice. This is a rule for decades. People who try to break this rule are not born yet. I really don't know what you are worried about."

"Those bastards!"

"Okay OK, I know they are all a bunch of bastards. And cheese, do you want to have a bite and calm down?" Mario comforted François.

François grabbed an empty flask and threw it hard on the wall.

With a loud bang, glass fragments splashed everywhere.

Mario shook his head, sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, waiting for François' explanation. It seemed that the lobbying review was not going smoothly this time, and it was not ordinary. It was probably difficult to win this year's Nobel Prize.

Mario calmly recalled various biological research, and none of them had made breakthrough progress except for his own and François's projects.

The opportunity this year is simply great, it was given to him and François. As for the clinical practice François mentioned, he was too nervous and impossible.

Has no new clinical practice been awarded the Nobel Prize for many years?

Well, this should be a very important thing before getting something, tension, anxiety, and uneasy emotions lead to behavior out of control. Mario looked at François and thought to himself.

It took a long time before François sat in front of Mario like a Spanish bullfighting.

"My old guy, tell me what have you encountered." Mario asked with a deep look.

"Dr. Mehar, you have set off for China."

"Oh, the doctor went to China? Can his body support flying so far?" Mario asked, "I think it's a miracle to have another Christmas. In my plan, there was no one who needed to be convinced."

"Dr. Rosen said before that Dr. Mehal had undergone circulating interventional surgery and had gained health. I thought it was a good blessing, but... we were careless, Mario!" François shouted.

"main idea?"

"Dr. Mehal has fully recovered his health, at least for an old guy in his eighties." François was a little depressed, especially when talking about this.

It seemed that the Nobel Prize had been away and flew to the other side of the sky.

"What kind of surgery is it? Let me think about it." Mario's memory is obviously outstanding. He didn't look for information at all, but his eyes were slightly closed, and he searched in the database on the computer. He quickly said in confusion: "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 surgery, but a new one!" François roared, "Damn portal hypertension is just an ordinary common disease. Why can you win the Nobel Prize!"

"Calm down and allow me to raise some questions first." Mario asked calmly: "First, is the developer of the IPS surgery related to Dr. Mehal's surgery?"

His question is correct.

The distance between heart interventional surgery and liver interventional surgery is definitely farther than the distance between the earth and the moon.

"Yes, your doubts are correct, and I think so too. But Jason told me that it was the same person! That person appeared in Sweden at the critical moment when Dr. Mehal's life came to an end, and then under the permission of his wife, he had coronary abrasive surgery."

"Oh my god, it's incredible."

"Then Dr. Mehal gave a recommendation, ips surgery, damn it! It's just a basic procedure, definitely not a groundbreaking one. This is the dark side of the Nobel Prize judge! I want to appeal!" François roared.

"Please calm down, did I hear what you mean wrong? Are you saying that the person who performed coronary abrasive surgery on Dr. Mehal and the person who studied IPS surgery? " Mario asked.

"Yes!" said François.

"It's incredible." Mario spread his hands and said, "It's hard for me to believe what you said."

"But he is reality."

"What did Jason say?" Mario asked.

"He said that Dr. Mehar has gone to China and will have a second phase of surgery. If the surgery is successful, he will ask us to prepare for next year's application."

"My God! Are they crazy?" Mario was really surprised: "It's just a clinical practice. Can you really win the Nobel Prize? Are they not afraid of scandals? Those rigid, ancient, and conservative judges are really not afraid?"

"Because they are more afraid of death." François said angrily: "The average age of the Nobel Prize jury in Biology, Medicine and Nobel Prize is 81.3 years old. The incident of Dr. Mehal's escape under the god of death gave them hope."

"..." Mario was stunned.

"I asked Jason about the regularity of the clinical procedure." François had calmed down at this time, with a hint of crying in his tone. "He used Dr. Murray's kidney transplant program."

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

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

He paused, picked up the coffee beside Mario and drank it in one breath, which was better.

"Jason told me that in 1985, because Dr. Lawrence, a Nobel Prize judge, had a kidney failure and needed a kidney transplant, Dr. Murray personally completed the operation. Later, under the promotion of Dr. Lawrence, Dr. Murray won the Nobel Prize."

"Dear François, these two things..."

"No, Mario, the decaying old stubborn people, was filled with the smell of shrouds. They feared death and even used the Nobel Prize to please someone who could continue their lives." François's emotions were completely out of control, and his eyes were red, looking at the river outside the window.

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

Before he could finish his words, François continued: "In the biology and medical evaluation, 70% of people have cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases and are desperately maintaining them with drugs. This data was given to me by Jason. He said that Dr. Mehal's affairs gave everyone hope, and now everyone's eyes are staring at China."

"If, if, once Dr. Mehal's surgery is successful, that young man from China and Rudolph of Heidelberg... Damn, Rudolph is a piece of mouldy cheese!"

"If the operation is successful, all Nobel Prize judges do not mind establishing friendship with the young doctor in China. When their lives reach the end, they can miraculously restore their health like Dr. Mehal." After François said, he collapsed on the chair with a dejected look.

"Oh my god." Mario sighed like this for the third time.

"They said that the Chinese doctor had his hands kissed by God." François said at last.

Both of them know what it means to expel the god of death after being kissed by God. If there is a hint of possibility, someone will want to gain his friendship instead of trying to fight him.

It took a long time before Mario said, "Lu Lun, 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 the doctor as soon as possible."

Francois and Mario looked at each other. If this is the case, it would be almost impossible to win the Nobel Prize this year.

...

...

At this moment, Zheng Ren was confused and was waiting to welcome Dr. Mehar and his party at the Imperial Capital International Airport.

He stood beside Vice President Yuan and was a little uncomfortable with this behavior pattern. According to Zheng Ren's own ideas, he didn't want to come, so he just wanted Su Yun or Feng Xuhui to take it.

"Zheng Ren, you did not attend the commendation meeting a few days ago because of rescuing Director Miao. The medal of the first prize was just handed over to Director Kong and he would hand it over to you." Vice President Yuan looked ahead and said, "Don't be proud in the future, continue to work hard."

"Thank you." Zheng Ren said.

"You deserve it." Vice President Yuan said: "Are you sure about Dr. Mehal's surgery?"

"It's just a second-stage surgery, and it's not difficult. Dr. Mehal's coagulation mechanism was problematic. When he was performing surgery in Sweden, the tail end of the guidewire was almost coagulated into a thrombus." Zheng Ren said: "So his heart stent will need to be replaced every 3 months, otherwise it will be blocked soon and the previous situation will appear again."

"Oh?" Vice President Yuan suddenly became interested when he heard Zheng Ren say this.

Not a one-time operation? That means Dr. Mehar has to come to China many times, or Zheng Ren has to go to Sweden if he has time.

If that's the case... in an instant, countless thoughts appeared in his mind. These thoughts were the simplest, and as long as some scheming people could think of them.

"How many years do you expect to win the Nobel Prize for Dr. Mehal's nomination technique?" asked Vice President Yuan.

"It should be impossible." Zheng Ren replied: "At Mayo Clinic, Dr. Charles told me that if you want to win the Nobel Prize, you still have to go through the basic research model. There is no possibility of winning the Nobel Prize."

"Don't be discouraged, it's up to people." Vice President Yuan was indeed interested in the Nobel Prize, but if the young man standing next to him could win the Nobel Prize, he wouldn't have much confidence.

The identity of a Nobel Prize candidate is enough to show off. He did not hope that Zheng Renzhen could win the award.

In the history of the Nobel Prize, in addition to the unreliable Peace Prize, the youngest winner was Lawrence Prague. He won the Nobel Prize in Physics in 1915 at the age of 25.

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

When Einstein won the Nobel Prize, he was 42 years old, so he was still young. After all, he had just begun to enter the academic world, and Einstein's five papers were considered to be able to win the Nobel Prize in each of which was subversive.

Even if Einstein, a genius who was born in a state of no other than me, actually won the Nobel Prize many years later.
To be continued...