Chapter 1278

The water cup burst because of resonance, and water spilled all over the table.

Because of Olsen's passionate high pitched words, the sound of the broken water cup is so insignificant that it doesn't cause a fatal blow to the heart of the dying old people.

Dr. Lawson looked at the water spreading on the table in front of him, like the blood in the blood vessel. The laminar flow collided and formed turbulence. He seemed to be stupid and was distracted quietly.

"This is the most perfect masterpiece, full of Steampunk... No, it is the precision and mystery of high technology in the future." Olson danced and said, "Lord Ralph Sen, if this year's physics award is not awarded to the last puzzle of classical physics, it will be the end of the world!"

"..." Lawson was stunned. He heard a kind of determination from Olsen's tone.

This is not a threat, nor a means, but a fanaticism.

He really wants to give the physics prize to a doctor, not kidding!

Rafson felt a little confused that basic physics research should be awarded to a nominated project for a medical award.

Things change too fast and exceed expectations. It's like having a strange dream.

Are Dr. and Mrs. Mehal really so crazy? The idea was strangled by Dr. Lawson as soon as it appeared.

It's not crazy, it's really a breakthrough in basic research!

It is reasonable to say that the first breakthrough in basic research is the physics project at no cost. But this time, how did it appear in the medical industry?

And is the medical industry driving basic research?

The medical industry is an application industry. Can it accomplish things that classical physics can't?

The great Newton, Einstein, Maxwell, Bohr, Galileo... Will they agree?

"Lord Olsen, you're not kidding." Lawson decided to try again, "there is no sufficient theoretical basis, even in the specified time..."

"My dear Dr. Lawson, in the face of the emergence of the last piece of puzzle in classical physics, any reason is raw, boring and untenable." Dr. Olsen continued to wave his hands and blushed. "This is the moment of the completion of classical physics. I won't allow it to float away from my eyes."

"Is your idea too optimistic?" Asked Dr. Lawson calmly.

"I know that the final completion of classical physics may take a hundred years of exploration. But as long as one is in the right direction, it is enough. I firmly do not allow others to award physics awards to the scientist who was kissed by God in a few decades." Olson said enthusiastically that he didn't notice the ugly faces of the judges of the medical award.

This kind of thing has never happened in the Nobel prize evaluation.

Declare a certain award, but finally get another award.

If it's hard, forget it.

But what many medical award judges see is Olson's fanatical eyes and incoherent expression.

They all know that if Olson wins, a physics prize will not run away.

It sounded like a fairy tale, but Olson stood in front, his eyes full of blood and fanatical light. All this showed his deep desire and made no secret of it.

He's not kidding, absolutely not.

Is that really good? Lawson looked at Olsen, who was almost crazy.

Just for a moment, he had a way in his heart.

"Dr. Olsen, please be quiet." Ralph Sen said slowly, let the water flow down and fall on his pants, like the prostate has been enlarged to the extent of urinary incontinence.

"Huh?" Dr. Olsen looked at him in amazement.

"We are discussing whether Dr. Zheng's tips operation has a chance to win the medical award. Now I can tell you for sure that his operation is very good and the operation is very mature. We will further screen and observe. This project has nothing to do with the physics award." Rafson said it almost word by word.

"Impossible!" Olson roared. It's hard to believe that this huge roar came from an old man in his 60s. "How can you moldy monsters break the rule that medical awards are not awarded to clinical operations."

"This has nothing to do with you." Ralph said faintly.

"Even if I let his majesty make the final decision, I will insist." Dr. Olsen roared, "this is a major discovery to subvert the physics award..."

Rafson didn't listen to the next words.

In his heart, he still refused to give the Nobel Prize for tips surgery, but he didn't want to win a recommended project of the medical prize. Finally, he got a heavier weight... Or the physics prize with the heaviest weight in the Nobel Prize.

If so, where else should I put my old face?

Those boring media will certainly talk about the shady scenes of the Nobel Prize jury and so on.

A few years ago, an award was vacant for a year, which caused an uproar all over the world. Dr. Lawson doesn't want this to happen to him.

Already in his eighties, he doesn't want to have black spots in his history.

In that case, Lawson was sure that after his death, the coffin could not be covered.

"Dr. Olsen, I think I'll think it over." "You're too noisy. This is medical school, or please go back to the Royal Academy of Sciences. Let's calm down and talk about it slowly," Lawson said

Olson wanted to continue to say something. Mrs. Mehal suddenly waved and said, "doctor, everything will wait until Mehal comes back."

"That will take a long time." Dr. Olsen said reluctantly.

"Please believe my judgment, the operation was extremely successful, and the recovery period was no longer than 1 week." Mrs. Mehal smiled. A ray of sunshine came in from the window and shone on her face with a holy light.

"Dr. Mehal is a real fighter, and I'd like to hear his judgment on the skills of the performer." Dr. Olsen murmured.

"I think it will take you at least a month to complete the relevant model."

"No, madam, one month is definitely not enough. It may not be possible to build a similar model in half a year, turbulence..." Olson said here, a little depressed.

"It will be all right. Everything will be all right, won't it?" Mrs. Mehal said with a smile.

Then she pressed the button on the pager and her assistant knocked at the door.

"Dr. Lawson, please think carefully about the tips operation. As for the specific results, wait until Mehal comes back." Mrs. Mehal said so when she left.

Watching Mrs. Mehal leave, Dr. Ralph son noticed the water stain on his pants.

"Damn it!" Dr. Lawson kept wiping the water stains with a handkerchief, but he still left a trail of urinary incontinence.