The oldest Nobel Prize winner is Leonid Hvich. When he 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 come to China to give lectures.

Vice President Yuan has all remembered these people and things. He knew very well that winning the Nobel Prize nomination and winning the Nobel Prize are two different things.

It was a common routine to perform surgery on Dr. Mehal, get friendship and recommendations from the elderly. When Mo Yan was nominated for the Nobel Prize, he also took the path of the Eastern literary world.

But Zheng Ren is still young, so there is no chance of winning the Nobel Prize this year.

"The clinical work must be down-to-earth, and you need to mention it to the hospital if you have any questions." Vice President Yuan said this to Zheng Ren in person.

Zheng Ren smiled and nodded.

"If the situation allows, you can discuss with Dr. Mehar to recover after surgery, and whether you can give a lecture in the hospital." Vice President Yuan said.

He spoke very politely, but his words were filled with an undeniable tone.

This matter was originally the job of Vice President Guo, who is responsible for science and education, but the relationship between Director Mao and Zheng Ren is somewhat inconsistent, so Vice President Guo just fell behind and asked Vice President Yuan to talk about this matter with Zheng Ren.

There must be a big picture perspective. After all, this is a favorable thing for 912, so Vice President Yuan is happy to sell his favors.

"Okay." Zheng Ren didn't care. He probably recovered very quickly after the operation. It depends on how long Dr. Mehar was preparing to stay in China.

While chatting without saying a word, the flight had arrived. Dr. Mehal was not on the charter flight of Zou Jiahua, but on an ordinary flight.

The team was obviously more than Zheng Ren expected, with more than twenty people. Professor Rudolph Wagner walked out first, and when he saw Zheng Ren, he was hugged.

Before, he went to the airport to pick up Zheng Ren, but this time it was Zheng Ren who greeted him... to welcome Dr. Mehar and to greet him by the way.

"Boss, I miss you so much." The professor patted Zheng Ren's back and said loudly.

It hurts so much, Zheng Ren was helpless. However, he didn't see the professor for a few days and missed him a little.

Vice President Yuan stood aside, more helpless than Zheng Ren. Professor Rudolph Wagner seemed to have not seen himself, or he had no self in his eyes.

He also knew that if Zheng Ren hadn't, these people would definitely not have come to 912.

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

"Boss, Dr. Mehal is behind." Professor Rudolf Wagner and Zheng Ren said immediately after greeting him.

His attitude towards Dr. Mehal was a bit subtle. Winning the Nobel Prize has always been Professor Rudolph Wagner's long-cherished wish, and it is conceivable what Dr. Mehal, who has a strong evaluation weight, is in the professor's mind.

At this time, the saddle is waiting for the hope that may not exist at all.

"Doctor, we're meeting again." Zheng Ren smiled and reached out to greet Dr. Mehal.

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

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

He stretched out his hand and shook with Zheng Ren for a moment. Dr. Mehal said, "Zheng, I didn't expect your Swedish language to be so good."

Dr. Mehar is from Gotland and has a low accent, but the accent that Zheng Ren uses is his hometown accent.

Even Swedes, it is difficult to tell the accent of Gotland. Dr. Zheng is so careful and seems to be very concerned about the Nobel Prize.

The moment he got off the plane, Dr. Mehal made a wrong judgment on the situation.

"Learned." Zheng Ren smiled honestly, "Your body has recovered well."

"Very good," said Dr. Mehal. "I've been through the dangerous period of cardiopulmonary dysfunction after the operation and my lung function has slowly recovered. I've been able to walk on that path that I've been walking for decades."

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

Then Zheng Ren introduced Vice President Yuan and Vice President Guo to Dr. Mehar. Seeing them saying polite words, Zheng Ren felt a little bored.

"Boss, the patient has another cardiac arrest!" Su Yun suddenly came over and said in a low voice.
Chapter completed!