Karolinska Medical College, Stockholm, Sweden.

In the central conference room, on the huge LCD screen, the operation process was clearly displayed in front of everyone.

Unlike in the past, this live broadcast has a sound.

Everyone heard the conversation between Zheng Ren and Dr. Mehal clearly.

The first stent has been removed intact, and Dr. Mehal did not experience terrible complications such as myocardial ischemia, coronary rupture, etc.

Everything looks so beautiful, even perfect.

Mrs. Mehal's expression was relaxed. Although all this was in her expectation, she was always worried that something unexpected would happen.

It is worthy of being a pair of hands kissed by God. This forbidden zone surgery can be successfully completed without any slight turmoil or accident.

Moreover, the young doctor really did not succumb to Dr. Mehal. After a simple communication, when the catheter was about to enter the coronary artery, he directly gave Dr. Mehal basic anesthesia to avoid accidents.

Mrs. Mehal was particularly satisfied with this.

In the live broadcast screen, the operation was temporarily stopped and the surgeon was preparing to take out the second stent.

"Everyone, I believe everyone has seen the surgery just now." Mrs. Mehal said, "I remember thirty years ago, when Mehal was recommended as a candidate for the Medical Prize for the procedure of cardiac stent implantation, some people said that this procedure was not perfect and could not avoid complications, so he could not win the Medical Prize."

"Now, thirty years have passed, and this technology is perfect." Mrs. Mehal glanced at the old judges around her and said, "However, cardiac intervention technology has become the past and is no longer the most cutting-edge technology. It has been popularized in every corner of the world under the promotion of Mehal and countless doctors.

Everyone thinks this is just the most basic surgery, and they don't think it should have won a medical prize!

This time, Mehal and I have the same attitude. We will choose the doctor whose hands were kissed by God during the vote and choose the tips."

"Madam, please calm down." Dr. Rafson, the judge who was sitting in the middle, looked at the screen, put down the water cup in his hand, and said lightly, "The clinical practice cannot win a medical award. This is a rule. I think we should get used to it, not trying to break it. As for the future, who knows."

"Grand of the Lord Rafson, please forgive my ignorance." Mrs. Mehal changed the wheelchair in one direction and stared at Dr. Rafson.

There were a few more age spots on his face, and he looked much older, exuding a rotten smell.

"Madam, there are only a few of us judges here. If you have anything to say, you can say it." Lafson was very calm.

It is far from enough to only agree with Dr. Mehal and his wife. If you want to win the Nobel Prize in clinical practice? In the next life!

"That's what Mr. Dahlin, the chairman of the judges, said. Thirty years have passed, and your statement has not changed much." Mrs. Mehal said coldly. "In this room, I can only smell a decadent smell. Your gorgeous clothes are like shrouds, which makes you disgusting."

Mrs. Mehal's words were sharp and there was no room for relief.

"That's just your illusion. Frontal lobectomy is regarded as a stain on the Nobel Prize. Should we see with our own eyes a seemingly successful surgery to win the Medical Prize, and then turn the Medical Prize into a scandal after countless complications?" Dr. Rafson was not angry, but just said quietly.

"Are there still many stains? There is only one frontal lobectomy?" Mrs. Mehal stared at Rafson's age spots and said, "I think you will have a lot of fun chatting when the demon comes to take away your soul that smells rotten. Because you have many common topics, and you may become good friends."

"Madam, please stay calm." Dr. Rafson was still not angry. He knocked on the table and said, "Whether it is the new tips surgery or the surgery to remove the coronary stent, it can only represent the skills of an outstanding doctor. This is at least 380,000 kilometers away from the Medical Prize."

"Only you think so, Your Excellency," Mrs. Mehal murmured, "I really don't know how an ignorant person like you entered the jury."

"Madam, you must maintain respect and awe..."

Before he finished speaking, the door was pushed open.

A person with fluffy hair, like a reaction after touching static electricity, came in first.

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

He is still very "young", only in his sixties, and is more energetic than everyone present on the Medical Awards Evaluation Committee. At least, he doesn't have to be pushed in by someone in a wheelchair.

"His Excellency Olson, I'm glad you're here." Mrs. Mehal smiled slightly, stretched out her hand, and accepted Olson's kiss.

"My God, when I received an email from Dr. Mehal yesterday, I was still suspicious." Olson raised his hands, his hair was straight and fluffy, like a hedgehog, and his arms exuded the surprise in his words. "The live broadcast just now was like the gods coming to the earth, pointing out the way forward for mortals."

"His Excellency Olson, why did you come from the Royal Academy of Sciences?" Dr. Rafson asked lightly.

The medical award review is different from the physics and chemistry award review.

Dr. Olsen is the chairman of the judging committee of the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences, but there is no possibility of speaking in the evaluation of the Medical Prize.

So Dr. Rafson didn't care that Olson suddenly appeared here.

here,

It is Karolinska Medical College,

It's your own territory!

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

"Dear Mr. Lafson, I would like to first thank Karolinska Medical College for its contribution to the world," Olson said excitedly.

He was so excited that he spoke quickly and had a loud voice. In the small conference room, Dr. Olsen's voice fluttered repeatedly.

Lafson frowned and looked coldly at the ripples in the water cup in front of him, as if his silent heart was moved.

"The surgical signal has been received, and after dynamic three-dimensional reconstruction, we discovered turbulence. The person who is said to have been kissed by God on both hands can actually operate on turbulence with intuition or some mysterious force to avoid the impact of blood turbulence on the surgery."

"So what?" Dr. Rafson looked at Olson's exaggerated hair and still insisted on his point of view.

Frosty, indifferent.

Clinical procedures, you cannot win a medical award, this is the rule!

Absolute rules must be implemented absolutely, and they do not allow them to be blasphemed.

"How is it?" Dr. Olson looked at Rafson in surprise, as if he was looking at a patient with Alzheimer's disease.

He paused for a few seconds before he said in a surprised tone, "Please allow me to be rude."

"Huh?" Dr. Rafson felt that things might not be as simple as he thought.

"His Excellency Olson, please wait, the operation is still going on." Mrs. Mehal said slowly, "Please understand a wife's anxiety about her husband's surgery."

Olson was about to say something, but was interrupted by his wife. He glanced at the screen, shrugged his shoulders, and greeted the people behind him to place various machines.

Lafson looked at the strange machines and didn't know what Olson was going to do. The Royal Academy of Sciences had all kinds of black technologies, and some gadgets were unimaginable at all.

The central conference room was quiet and the operation continued.

The second bracket, the third bracket...

After 11′52″, the operation ended.

Olson expressed congratulations to Mrs. Mehal as soon as the operation was over. The lady's expression became much more relaxed, and a smile climbed up to the top of her eyebrows.

Then Dr. Olson sorted out his clothes, but the fluffy hair didn't look serious, and no matter what his expression looked like, it seemed like he was joking.

"His Excellency Lafson, please allow me to be rude." Olson said seriously, "I am going to recommend Dr. Zheng."

"Surgery?" Dr. Rafson raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "It is impossible. The medical award will not be awarded to clinical procedures."

"Oh, no, damn, you misunderstood." Olson said "I want to nominate for this year's Physics Award!"

Rafson raised his hand and was about to use gestures to express his rejection.

But he didn't expect that he would hear Olson say this!

A doctor won the Nobel Prize in Physics? A clinical technique cannot win the Medicine Prize, but won the Physics Prize, which is undoubtedly a great mockery.

Dr. Rafson felt that the air became spicy and breathing became extremely difficult.

Suddenly, his heart suddenly jumped a little longer. He briefly showed symptoms of palpitations, chest tightness and shortness of breath.

Is Dr. Olson crazy? Rafson's hand stopped in mid-air and looked at Olson in astonishment. He calmed down for a long time, but still didn't know what to say.

If a doctor wins the Nobel Prize in Physics, the whole world will be in an uproar.

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

As for medicine?

Whoare!

"His Excellency Lafson, please give the recommended place to the Royal Academy of Sciences." Olson bowed gracefully, like a real nobleman.

"Can I know why?" After 10 seconds, Rafson slowly lowered his arm and asked cautiously.

"The reason is very simple, it will be presented to you immediately." Olson said excitedly, "The last puzzle of classical physics appears before me. If he cannot award the Physics Prize, I believe that the soul of Your Excellency Newton will travel back and take me away directly."

"I have an intuition that turbulence will trigger a revolution, and as classical physics becomes perfect, quantum physics will be pushed too!"

"..." Rafson could not believe what he heard or saw.
Chapter completed!