Stockholm, Sweden.

Professor Rudolph Wagner was wearing a suit and tie. At this moment, he was no longer the rich man with a big mouth in Haicheng or 912, and returned to the original style of an elite doctor at the University of Heidelberg, Germany.

But he has been a little nervous and restless for some time, as if he was an ant on a hot pan.

All the work has been done, and all the standard materials I have worked hard for the past year have been handed over.

Since leaving the imperial capital, the professor has been flying around between Stockholm and Europe and the United States, visiting every judge and the still-living Nobel Prize winner, making the final effort for the final sprint.

The judges' attitudes showed a subtle transformation, which the professor could clearly perceive. The perfunctory, scolding, and disdain that they had imagined were rarely seen from the beginning. Almost everyone was right, even the most conservative and stubborn judges seemed kind-hearted.

Things are going very well, and it is like having a beautiful dream.

But because of this, the professor was a little frightened. He was afraid that it was all fake. When he woke up, he found that he was still lying at his home in Heidelberg.

The closer the Nobel Prize review, the more nervous the professor became, and his complaints about the boss gradually became more and more.

It is really too much for the boss to come here for such a big thing. Especially when he saw many recommended candidates from Biology Awards come to visit the judges with a humble look, the professor complained more and more.

He knew that only a small number of people he saw. Some even if the recommended person did not come, the relevant recommenders were constantly moving around to get support from others.

But Professor Rudolf Wagner just complained slightly, and the boss's position in his heart was unshakable. That was not because of a Nobel Prize recommendation project, but because of the worship accumulated by every effortless surgery.

The crushing skill level made the professor know very well. This is the boss's project. He is just an extremely lucky child and took the express train to the Nobel Prize. The driver is the boss, and he is always the boss.

It was not until Dr. Rafson went to the imperial capital to give lectures a few days ago that Professor Rudolph Wagner stopped complaining about his boss and gave his boss infinite praise!

Do the boss need to visit all the judges? If it were half a year ago, it might have been necessary, but now it is not necessary!

The chairman of the jury of the Biology and Medicine Awards went to the imperial capital to give lectures in person, and Professor Rudolph Wagner could vaguely guess what he thought.

Especially with the various "rumors" that have been verified during this period, the professor is confident that he will win the Nobel Prize this year.

Originally, Dr. Rafson came to visit immediately after he returned from the imperial capital. Professor Rudolph Wagner was ready to observe his expression and determined the possibility of winning the Nobel Prize this year from the many hints of the chairman of the jury.

However, the subsequent evolution once again deviated from the professor's expectations.

The news from Yun Ge'er said that Dr. Rafson had left the imperial capital and returned to China, but Professor Rudolf Wagner was told that the person was not there when he visited.

Dr. Rafson seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and there was no sign of the figure. No matter who asked, no matter who the specific situation was found.

At this point, the professor was crazy. He didn't dare to contact his boss anymore. He knew his boss's temperament and character. Moreover, the professor had a guess in his mind that it must have been that Dr. Rafson had a broken conversation with the boss when he came to the door.

The professor could even think that Brother Yun used a sharp tone to mock Dr. Rafson. The doctor left the imperial capital in anger and closed his door to see him when he came back.

All of them have reached the last step, how can we do things so badly? The professor lives like a year, and he always feels worried about whether the boss can come to Sweden. If he apologizes to Dr. Rafson, there is still room for ease. But just thinking about this kind of thing, the professor knows that it is absolutely impossible.

The review process this year was a few days earlier than in previous years, and the review committee of the Literature Award began to move in early October.

I came to the judges behind closed doors, and it was said that I was red in my face every day.

Professor Rudolph Wagner listened to the news with his ears. At this time, Dr. Mehal could not be found, and everything was kept confidential.

However, the Biology Award and the Medical Award jury have not been moved for a long time. Not to mention the meeting, even the chairman of the jury, Dr. Rafson, did not know where it was.

The professor spent one day in a daze, and he didn't know what happened.

Without communicating with the imperial capital, Professor Rudolf Wagner thought that he didn't know anything he didn't know when he stayed in Stockholm, and his boss and Yun Geer would definitely not know about it.

Although Yun Ge'er has always said not to worry, it is very likely that he will win the award this year, but the professor can't be in a hurry.

Under the calm water, I don’t know what kind of storm waves are contained.

On October 9, except for the review of the Medical Prize and Biology Prize, other awards have been confirmed.

Next, we will call to notify the Nobel Prize winner.

Professor Rudolph Wagner still did not receive the news, he was confused and helpless.

Sometimes professors even have an hallucination that everyone is deceiving themselves. In fact, the jury committee has held a secret meeting and has determined the winner of this year's Biology and Medicine Prize.

It’s not the boss and himself, Yun Geer’s project, but the final winner is the other person. All good-willed and malicious concealment separates himself from all the information about the Nobel Prize.

For this reason, the professor was extremely frustrated. Didn’t Brother Yun say that it is extremely likely to win the award? The more he thought about it, the more he felt wronged, and the more he thought about it, the more helpless he felt. Professor Rudolph Wagner even started to drown his sorrows by drinking alcohol and numb himself.

At night, sitting in the bar, Professor Rudolph Wagner was drinking sorrowfully.

He likes simple wine, especially the iodine wine, which tastes like surgery when drinking it. Every time he drinks Rafg, he will think of the way he has been doing surgery for the Nobel Prize program this year.

After working hard for a year, I left my hometown and paid too much, the professor sighed in his heart.

The professor sat alone in the bar and tasted Rafg, sadly recalling the experiences over the past year. The noise and excitement around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He just wanted to drink quietly alone and taste the smell of the surgery quietly.

"Rudolph, are you drinking by yourself?" Put one hand on Professor Rudolph Wagner's shoulder.

It is Raymond Prague, a professor at the University of Berlin, who studies chemistry. It is said that he has been nominated for ten consecutive years, but he missed the Nobel Prize every year.

"Raymond, sit down and have a drink." The professor slapped the table, his voice a little out of control. Under the powerful effect of alcohol, he seemed to have forgotten all his worries and sorrows.

"Rudolph, I heard that your project this year is likely to win the Nobel Prize. I am really envious. May God protect you." Raymond sat down, his face a little gloomy, "It's not like me, there is no hope at all. I'm not going to come next year, and those old antiques don't know the value of my research results at all."

"I thought so at first, but...ah. At least you know a little news. I don't even know whether the review meeting is opened or not." Professor Rudolf Wagner sighed long and complained with Ravger's bottle.

Raymond was stunned for a moment, and Professor Rudolph Wagner's statement confirmed one thing-the judges were extremely unfavorable about his project, and even did not even have a familiar judge who secretly leaked a little information to him.

What a poor guy. He didn't even tell me that he couldn't win the Nobel Prize, but he didn't even have any news and could only sit here and drink alone.

"I heard that I will call to inform the Nobel Prize in a row today, and the website will announce the final news at noon." Raymond took a big sip of wine, "Those damn guys never understand how important the work I do is. I really don't want to see Lincoln's ugly face after winning the Nobel Prize!"

The professor tried hard to open his drunken eyes and asked with his last slight sanity: "I'll call to notify tomorrow? So soon? What day is today?"

"Rudolph, I think you should go back and have a good sleep." Raymond looked at the professor's bloodshot eyes and said pitifully: "Take a good shower, relax, what the fuck Nobel Prize!"

Professor Rudolf Wagner has fallen into despair and will call to inform the Nobel Prize tomorrow. Tonight he doesn't even know whether the review meeting will be opened. He is deeply confused and confused, and even a little bit blamed himself.

Drinking the bottles of Rafg continued until the end of the professor was drunk and unconscious.

He didn't notice that a reporter had been watching him secretly. The professor was already immersed in grief and could not extricate himself. Tomorrow, he would call to notify the Nobel Prize winner. Now the evaluation of the Biology and Medicine Prizes has been completed, but he still did not get the news.

Damn it, damn it! How could this be! Even if he was drunk, the professor was still cursing in his heart.

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Dr. Mehal stood at the window, looking at the lights in the night, as if thinking about something.

"Doctor, finally confirm that the meeting will be held at 8 a.m. tomorrow." His assistant said with a tablet computer and opening a recent email.

"Oh? Lafson finally replied?"

"Yes, Doctor." The female assistant's voice was as cold as ever, like cold wind and winter snow. "The news from the Royal Brompton Hospital in the UK was clearly diagnosed and it was adenocarcinoma. Because it was discovered early, it was estimated that chemotherapy would not be required after the operation."

"I'm so lucky." Dr. Mehal's words were dull, and I couldn't tell if I was regretful or had any other emotions.

"Dr. Rafson removed his chest vial this morning and has boarded the ship."

"What do you have to come back for? Isn't it possible to meet remotely?" Dr. Mehal murmured, but his eyes were filled with joy and pleasure. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, like a flying flag.

"If nothing happens, I hope you can rest early," said the female assistant.

"I know." Dr. Mehal said with a smile: "After so long, I finally saw the moment when the ice was broken, I think I should drink some wine today."

"Your heart can no longer withstand the stimulation of alcohol, if you persist, I will notify my wife."

Dr. Mehal waved his hand, a little regretful.

As the female assistant left, Dr. Mehal was still standing in front of the window and watching the night in Stockholm. The little guy far away in the imperial capital was really good. He originally thought he had to pay an extremely high price to win him a little chance, but what he didn't expect was that he did far beyond his imagination.

Even the old stubborn Rafson gave up his prejudice and flew directly to the imperial capital. When he thought of this, the smile on the corner of Dr. Mehal's mouth became rich.

He could even think of the old stubborn feeling when he went to the imperial capital. Zheng Huan was really an interesting person. He insisted until the end and put all the pressure on Rafson, forcing Rafson to give up his dignity and go to the imperial capital.

However, Rafson's luck was also good, because Zheng diagnosed him with lung cancer during this trip to the imperial capital.

Otherwise, it would take another month to wait until the Nobel Prize is over, and it would be hard to say whether the damn lung cancer will metastasize.

Zheng, he was really the one who had been kissed by God. Dr. Mehal looked into the distance and raised his hand high, as if he was holding a goblet in his hand, with mellow wine inside.
Chapter completed!