Chapter 1276： I am preparing for Dr. Zheng.

Karolinska Institute of Medicine, Stockholm, Sweden.

In the center conference room, on the huge LCD screen, the process of surgery is clearly displayed in front of everyone.

Different from the past, this live broadcast is sound.

The dialogue between Dr. Zheng Ren and Dr. Mehar is clear to everyone.

The first stent has been completely removed, and Dr. Mehar has no horrible complications such as myocardial ischemia, coronary rupture and so on.

Everything looks so beautiful, it can even be said to be perfect.

Mrs. Mayhar’s expression was relaxed, and although it was all in her expectation, she was always worried about accidents.

It is worthy of the hands that have been kissed by the gods. This kind of restricted area surgery can be successfully completed without any traces and accidents.

And the young doctor really did not give in to Dr. Mehar. After the simple communication, when the catheter was going to enter the coronary artery, Dr. Mehar was directly given basic anesthesia to avoid accidents.

Mrs. Mehar is particularly pleased with this.

In the live video, the operation was briefly stopped and the surgeon was preparing to take out the second stent.

"You, just surgery, I believe everyone has seen it." Mrs. Mehar said: "I remember that thirty years ago, Mehal was recommended for the medical award candidate for cardiac stenting. At that time, some people said that this type of surgery is not perfect, and complications cannot be avoided, so the medical award cannot be obtained."

"Now, thirty years have passed, this technology has been perfect." Mrs. Mehar glanced at the judges around the old dragon clock, saying: "However, heart intervention technology has become the past, no longer the most cutting-edge technology, It is spread to every corner of the world, driven by Mehar and countless doctors.

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

This time, I have the same attitude with Mehar. I will choose the doctor whose hands have been kissed by God when I vote, and choose the tip technique. ”

"Mrs, please calm down." Dr. Rafson, the judge in the middle position, looked at the screen and put down the water in his hand. He said faintly: "Clinical surgery can't get a medical award. This is a rule, I I think we should get used to it, not trying to break it. As for who knows later."

"Lord Rafson, please forgive my ignorance." Mrs. Mehar turned the wheelchair in one direction and stared at Dr. Rafson.

There were a few more age spots on his face, and he looked a lot older, revealing a rotten taste.

"Madam, there are only a few of us here, and if you have anything to say," Rafson is very indifferent.

Only Dr. Mehar and his wife agree that it is not enough. Want to win the Nobel Prize in clinical surgery? Next life!

"This is what the chairman of the jury, Dahlin, said. Thirty years have passed, and your statement has not changed." Mrs. Mehar said coldly: "In this room, I can only smell one." The rotten taste of the stock. Your gorgeous clothes are like a shroud, and it looks disgusting."

Mrs. Mehar’s words were sharp and there was no room for easing.

"That's just your illusion. Frontal lobe resection is considered a stain of the Nobel Prize. Do we have to see a seemingly successful procedure for a medical award, and then turn the Medical Award into a number of complications? Scandal?” Dr. Rafson was not angry, just said quietly.

"Is there a lot of stains? Is there only a frontal resection?" Mrs. Mayhar stared at Rafson's age spots and said: "I think, soon, when the devil comes to take away the soul that emits a rotten smell. At the time, you will be very happy to talk. Because there are a lot of common topics between you, you will become good friends."

"Mrs, please keep calm." Dr. Rafson is still not angry. He knocked on the table and said: "Whether it is a new procedure for tips surgery or a surgery to remove a coronary stent, it can only represent an outstanding doctor. The technology. This distance medical award, there is at least 380,000 kilometers away."

"Lord Rafson, only you will think so." Mrs. Mehar whispered: "I really don't know how you, like this ignorant person, entered the jury."

"Madam, you have to be respectful and awe..."

When the words were not finished, the door was pushed open.

A hair fluffy, like a person who reacted after touching static electricity, came in first.

"Mrs. Mehar, please accept my most sincere gratitude in place of Dr. Mehar," the man said.

He is also very young, only sixty years old, and he is more energetic than everyone present in the Medical Awards Jury. At the very least, he is not required to be pushed in a wheelchair.

"His Lord Olson, I am very happy to see you." Mrs. Mehar smiled and reached out and accepted Olsen's kiss.

"My god, when I received an email from Dr. Mehar yesterday, I still suspected it." Olson raised his hands, his hair was straight and fluffy, like a hedgehog, and his arms were accompanied by the surprise in his words. "The live broadcast has just come to the world, and it has pointed out the way forward for everyone."

"Lord Olsen, how did you come from the Royal Academy of Sciences?" Dr. Rafson asked faintly.

The medical award review is different from the physical and chemical award review.

Dr. Olsen is the chairman of the jury of the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences, but in the jury of the medical award, there is no possibility of speaking.

So Dr. Loveson didn't care that Olsen suddenly appeared here.

Here,

Karolinska Institute of Medicine,

It is your own territory!

Even the Majesty of the King must give himself enough respect.

"My dear Lord Rafson, I would first like to thank Karolinska Institute for its contribution to the world," Olson said excitedly.

He is too excited, speaks very quickly, and has a loud voice. In the small conference room, Dr. Olson’s voice repeatedly swayed.

Rafson frowned, coldly looking at the front of the cup of water, as if his dead heart was shaken.

"The surgical signal has been received. After dynamic three-dimensional reconstruction, we found turbulence. And this person, who is said to have been kissed by the gods, can use the intuition or some mysterious power to guide the operation of the turbulence to avoid blood turbulence. The impact of surgery."

"What about that?" Dr. Rafson looked at Olsen's exaggerated hair and still insisted on his own point of view.

Cold, indifferent.

Clinical surgery, can not get a medical award, this is the rule!

Absolute rules, to be absolutely executed, do not allow it to be defamed.

"How?" Dr. Olson looked at Rafson with amazement, like a patient with Alzheimer's disease.

He paused for a few seconds before he said in a strange tone: "Lord Rafson, please allow me to be rude."

“Hmm?” Dr. Loveson felt that things might not be as simple as they thought.

"Lord Olsen, please wait a moment, the surgery is still going on." Mrs. Mehar slowly said: "Please understand the anxiety of a wife on her husband's surgery."

Olsen just wanted to say something, but was interrupted by his wife. He glanced at the screen, shrugged his shoulders, and greeted the people behind him with various machines.

Rafson looked at the weird machines and didn't know what Olsen was going to do. The Royal Academy of Sciences has all kinds of black technology, and some gadgets can't be imagined at all.

The central conference room is quiet and the operation continues.

The second bracket, the third bracket...

After 11'52", the surgery is over.

Olson expressed his congratulations to Mrs. Mehar at the end of the surgery. The lady’s expression was a lot easier, and a smile caught her eyebrows.

Dr. Olsen then sorted out the clothes, but the fluffy hair didn't look serious, no matter what his expression was, it was like joking.

"Lord Rafson, please allow me to be rude." Olson said very seriously: "I am going to recommend Dr. Zheng."

"Surgery?" Dr. Rafson's brow picked it up and said indifferently, "Impossible, the medical award will not be awarded to the clinical procedure."

"Oh, no, damn, you understand it wrong." Olson said: "I want to nominate this year's physics award!"

Rafson’s hand was raised and he just wanted to use gestures to express his rejection.

But he did not expect to hear Olsen say so!

A doctor who won the Nobel Prize in Physics? A clinical procedure can't get a medical award, but a physics award, which is undoubtedly a big ridicule.

Dr. Rafson felt the air became hot and the breathing became extremely difficult.

Suddenly, his heart suddenly stunned. Short-term symptoms of palpitations, chest tightness, and shortness of breath.

Is Dr. Olson crazy? Rafson’s hand was stagnant in the air, staring at Olsen, calming for a long time, but still didn’t know what to say.

Let a doctor win the Nobel Prize in physics, the whole world will be in vain.

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

As for medicine?

Whocare!

"Lord Rafson Please give the recommended places to the Royal Academy of Sciences." Olsen's graceful embarrassment, like a real aristocrat.

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

"The reason is very simple and will be presented to you immediately." Olson said excitedly: "The last piece of classic physics appeared in front of my eyes. If you can't give him a physics award, I believe that the soul of Newton's soul. Will cross back and take me straight away."

“I have an intuition that turbulence will trigger a revolution, and as classical physics becomes perfect, quantum physics will be promoted!”

"..." Rafson couldn't believe what he had heard or seen.

In the center conference room, the judges of the medical awards sat quietly, and their hearts were equally surprised.

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