Chapter 1205

Laboratory of life sciences, Paul Scheler Institute, Switzerland.

With a gloomy face, like a snowstorm in the Alps, Francois strode into the research room he shared with Mario.

Their research project is the impact of biological immune tissue on tumor, and a breakthrough has been made. There is evidence that there is an inevitable connection between the two.

In other words, Francois and Mario's research did not go wrong.

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.

Francois, with the support of the financial group behind him, lobbied the Nobel Prize judges and drew in feelings. Mario continued his research in the laboratory, trying to take the research one step further.

Although it is at least 30 years away from phase I clinic, according to the previous law, the possibility of them getting a Nobel Prize exists and is not small.

"Dear Francois, are you unhappy because you can't eat apenzel in Sweden?" Asked Mario.

"Those damn old bigots!" Fran ç OIS roared. The employees in the research room were silent. No one knew what had happened. They didn't dare to speak loudly and carefully lowered their heads to do the work at hand.

"Jenny's biofilm channel project? I think it's a piece of garbage. There's no way to compete with our project."

"Oh, is it Stanford's nuclear repair project? That project has no future at all. God will not allow man to try to modify his great masterpiece."

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

"Enough!" Fran ç OIS angrily kicked down the chair beside him, and the chair fell to the ground, making a loud noise. The frightened employees carefully kept away from the irritable Dr. Fran ç OIS.

"I'm worried about your situation." Mario shrugged his shoulders. "Why on earth are you so angry?"

"Those old die hards, bastards, sheep dung eggs in the Alps!" Francois swore a lot of dirty words, and the roar echoed in the laboratory.

After a long time, he calmed down and said, "those bastards have decided that this year's Nobel Prize is a clinical operation!"

"Calm down, my dear Mr. Francois." Mario smiled when he heard him say this. "It's impossible for clinical surgery to win the Nobel Prize. This is the law for decades. The person who wants to try to break this law hasn't been born yet. I don't know what you're worried about."

"Those bastards!"

"Well, well, I know they are all bastards. And cheese, would you like to have a bite and calm down?" Mario Ann Francois.

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

There was a loud bang and pieces of glass splashed everywhere.

Mario shook his head and sat by the French window, waiting for Francois's explanation. It seems that this lobbying review is not smooth, and it is not generally smooth. It is estimated that it is difficult to get this year's Nobel Prize.

He calmly recalled all kinds of biological research. Except for his own project with Francois, no project has made a breakthrough.

This year's opportunity is wonderful. God gave it to himself and Francois. As for Francois's clinical operation, he was too nervous and impossible.

How many years has no new clinical operation won the Nobel Prize?

Well, this should be the behavior out of control caused by tension, anxiety and restlessness before getting a very important thing. Mario looked at Francois and thought.

It was a long time before Francois sat gasping in front of Mario like a Spanish bullfight.

"My old man, tell me what happened to you." Mario asked with deep eyes.

"Dr. mehar, we have left for China."

"Oh, the doctor goes to China? Can his body support flying so far?" Mario asked, "I think it's a miracle to have another Christmas. There was no one to convince in my plan."

"Dr. Rosen said earlier that Dr. Mehal had undergone circulatory intervention and had been healthy. I thought it was a good blessing, but... We were careless, Mario!" Cried Francois.

"General idea?"

"Dr. Mehal has completely recovered his health, at least for an 80 year old man." Francois was a little depressed, especially when talking about it.

It seems that the Nobel Prize has been far away and flew to the other side of the sky.

"What kind of technique is it? Let me think about it." Mario's memory is obviously superior. He doesn't look for information at all, but his eyes are slightly closed. The computer usually searches in the database. He soon said in doubt: "there is no new type of cardiac intervention surgery to declare the Nobel Prize."

"My dear Francois, are you mistaken?"

"It's not a cardiac intervention operation, but a new operation of tips!" Francois roared, "damn portal hypertension, it's just an ordinary common disease. Why can you win a Nobel prize!"

"Calm down and allow me to raise some questions first." Mario asked calmly, "thank you." Zheng Rendao.

"You deserve it." Vice President Yuan said, "are you sure about Dr. mehar's operation?"

"It's just a second stage operation. It's not difficult. Dr. mehar had a problem with his coagulation mechanism. When he was operated on in Sweden, the guide wire was pulled out, and the tail end was almost coagulated into thrombus." Zheng Ren said, "so his heart stent needs to be changed once in about three months, otherwise it will be completely blocked soon, and the previous situation will appear again."

"Oh?" Vice President yuan suddenly became interested when Zheng Ren said so.

Not a one-time operation? That means that Dr. mehar will come to China many times, or Zheng Ren will run to Sweden when he has time.

If so... For a moment, countless ideas came into his mind. These ideas are the simplest. As long as some people in Chengfu can think of them.

"How many years do you expect to win the Nobel Prize for the operation nominated by Dr. Mehal?" Vice President yuan asked.

"It should be impossible." Zheng Ren replied: "at the Mayo Clinic, Dr. Charles told me that if you want to win the Nobel Prize, you have to pass the model of basic research. It is impossible to win the Nobel Prize for clinical operation."

"Don't be discouraged. It's man-made." Vice President yuan is really interested in the Nobel Prize, but if the young man standing beside him can get the Nobel Prize, he doesn't have much confidence.

The identity of a Nobel Prize candidate is enough to show off. He didn't expect Zheng Renzhen to win the prize.

In the history of the Nobel Prize, in addition to the unreliable peace prize, the youngest winner is Lawrence Prague. He won the Nobel Prize in physics in 1915 when he was only 25 years old.

But he won the prize with his father, and there is still water in it.

Einstein was 42 years old when he won the Nobel Prize. He was still young. After all, he has just begun to enter the academic world. Einstein's five papers are considered to be of subversive significance, each of which can win a Nobel Prize.

Even Einstein, an unborn genius, was born in a gesture of sacrificing himself, but it will be many years before he really won the Nobel Prize.

The oldest Nobel Prize winner is Leonid hevich. When the old man got the Nobel Prize, he was already 90 years old. He is also an honorary professor of Huazhong University of science and technology and has given lectures in China.

Vice President yuan has memories of these people and things. He knows that getting a Nobel nomination and getting a Nobel Prize are two different things.

It is a routine to operate on Dr. Mehal, get the friendship and recommendation of the elderly. 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. It's impossible to win the Nobel Prize this year.

"Clinical work should be down-to-earth. What needs to be mentioned with the hospital." Vice President yuan spoke this sentence with Zheng Ren himself.

Zheng Ren smiled and nodded.

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

He was very polite, but there was an irresistible tone in his words.

This was originally the work of vice president Guo, who was in charge of science and education, but the relationship between Director Mao and Zheng Ren was not dealt with, so vice president Guo just fell behind and asked vice president yuan and Zheng Ren to talk about it.

There must be a view of the overall situation. After all, this is good for 912, so vice president yuan is happy to sell his personal feelings.

"OK." Zheng Ren doesn't care. It's estimated that he will recover soon after the operation. It depends on how long Dr. mehar is going to stay in China.

While chatting without a word, the flight has arrived. Dr. mehar did not take Zou Jiahua's chartered plane, but an ordinary flight.

The team is obviously more than Zheng Ren expected, with more than 20 people. Professor Rudolph Wagner came out first and saw Zheng Ren, then a bear hug.

Before, he met Zheng Ren at the airport. This time, Zheng Ren met him... Meet Dr. mehar and meet him by the way.

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

It hurts. Zheng renslightly has no choice. But I haven't seen the professor for a few days, and I miss him.

Vice President yuan stood aside, more helpless than Zheng Ren. Professor Rudolph Wagner is like he doesn't see himself, or he doesn't have himself in others' eyes at all.

He also knew that without Zheng Ren, these people would not have come 912.

Boss Zheng is good. Vice president yuan thought of it in his heart.

"Boss, Dr. Mehal is in the back." After greeting Zheng Ren, Professor Rudolph Wagner immediately said.

His attitude towards Dr. Mehal is a little subtle. It has always been Professor Rudolph Wagner's long cherished wish to win the Nobel Prize, and it is conceivable what weight Dr. mehar, who has a heavy weight in the evaluation, has in the professor's mind.

At this time, they are waiting for the hope that may not exist at all.

"Doctor, meet again." Zheng Ren smiled and reached out to meet Dr. mehar.

The doctor looked very healthy. The system panel was only slightly red, which was very different from the dying old man lying on the hospital bed with model lung and ventilator when Zheng Ren first went to Sweden.

Dr. Mehal was a little surprised. Although he recovered his health, he was 80 years old and walked very slowly.

Reaching out and shaking hands with Zheng Ren, Dr. mehar said, "Zheng, I didn't expect you to speak Swedish so well."

Dr. mehar is from Gotland and has a light accent, but Zheng Ren speaks with his local accent.

Even Swedes can hardly distinguish the accent of Gotland island. Dr. Zheng is so careful that he seems to be very interested in the Nobel Prize.

The moment he got off the plane, Dr. mehar made a wrong judgment about the situation.

"Yes." Zheng Ren smiled foolishly, "is your body recovering well?"

"Very good." Dr. Mehal said: "after the operation, I passed the dangerous period of cardiopulmonary dysfunction, and the lung function recovered slowly. I have been able to take a walk on that path for decades."

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

Then Zheng Ren introduced vice president yuan and vice president Guo to Dr. meihar. Seeing that they said polite words, Zheng Ren felt a little bored.

"Boss, the patient has cardiac arrest again!" Su Yun suddenly came over and whispered.