Chapter 1275 I Am Going to Recommend Dr. Zheng (the Head Beatsouls Plus More)

Sweden, Stockholm, Karolinska Institutet.

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

Unlike the past, this live broadcast has sound.

The conversation between Zheng Ren and Dr. Mayhal was clearly heard by everyone.

The first stent has been completely removed, and Dr. Mayhal has not suffered from terrible complications such as myocardial ischemia and coronary rupture.

Everything looked so beautiful, it could even be said to be perfect.

Mrs. Mayhal's expression relaxed. Although all this was expected, she was always worried that something unexpected might happen.

As expected of the hands that have been kissed by God, this restricted-area-style operation can be successfully completed without any turbulence or accident.

And the young doctor really didn't give in in front of Dr. Mayhal. After a simple exchange, when the catheter was about to enter the coronary artery, he directly gave Dr. Mayhal basic anesthesia to avoid accidents.

Mrs Mayhal was particularly pleased with this.

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

"Everyone, I believe that everyone has seen the operation just now." Mrs. Mayhal said: "I remember that thirty years ago, Mayhal was recommended as a candidate for the medical award with the procedure of cardiac stent implantation. At that time, some people said that this procedure is not perfect, and complications cannot be avoided, so it cannot win a medical award."

"Now, thirty years later, this technology is perfect." Mrs. Mayhal glanced at the aging judges around and said: "However, cardiac interventional technology has become a thing of the past, and it is no longer the most cutting-edge technology. It has spread to every corner of the world with the impetus of Mayhal and countless doctors.

Everyone thinks it's just a basic surgery and doesn't think it should have won a medical award!

This time, Mehar and I have the same attitude. We will choose this doctor whose hands have been kissed by God, and choose the TIPS procedure when we vote. "

"Madam, please calm down." Dr. Raphson, the chairman of the jury sitting in the middle, looked at the screen, put down the water glass in his hand, and said lightly: "Clinical procedures cannot win the medical award, this is a rule, I Think we should get used to it, not try to break it. As for the future, who knows."

"Lord Raphson, please forgive my ignorance." Mrs. Mayhal turned her wheelchair in one direction and stared at Dr. Raphson.

There were a few more age spots on his face, and he looked a lot older and smelled of decay.

"Ma'am, there are only a few of us here, so feel free to say anything." Raphson was indifferent.

Only Dr. Mayhal and his wife agree, it is not enough. Want to win the Nobel Prize for clinical procedures? next life!

"His Excellency Dahlin, the chairman of the jury, said that. Thirty years have passed, and your statement has not changed." Mrs. Mayhal said coldly: "In this room, I can only smell a A rotten smell. Your gorgeous clothes are like a shroud, and it's disgusting to look at."

Mrs. Mayhal's words were sharp, leaving no room for relaxation at all.

"That's just your delusion. The frontal lobectomy is seen as a blemish on the Nobel Prize. Are we going to see a seemingly successful procedure win a Medical Prize, and then turn it into a Medical Prize after numerous complications. Scandal?" Dr. Raphson said quietly.

"Isn't there a lot of blemishes? Only a frontal lobectomy?" Mrs. Mayhal said, staring at Raphson's age spots, "I think it won't be long before the demons come to take away your rotten-smelling soul. At times, you will definitely have a good time chatting. Because there are many common topics between you, you may become good friends. "

"Madam, please stay calm." Dr. Raphson was still not angry, he knocked on the table and said, "Whether it is the new TIPS procedure or the coronary stent removal procedure, it can only represent an outstanding doctor. technology. This is at least 380,000 kilometers away from the medical award.”

"Your Excellency Raphson, only you would think so." Mrs. Mayhal murmured, "I really don't know how an ignorant person like you got into the jury."

"Madam, you have to maintain respect and awe..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door was pushed open.

A person with fluffy hair who seemed to react to static electricity came in first.

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

He's still "young", in his sixties, and more dynamic than everyone on the Medical Awards Review Committee. At the very least, he doesn't have to be pushed around in a wheelchair.

"Your Excellency Olsen, I'm very happy to have you here." Mrs. Mayhal smiled slightly, stretched out her hand, and accepted Olsen's kiss.

"My God, when I received Dr. Mayhal's email yesterday, I was still suspicious." Olsen raised his hands, his hair was straight and fluffy, like a hedgehog, and his arms together rendered the surprise in the words, "The live broadcast just now is like a god descending into the world, pointing out the way forward for mortals."

"Your Excellency Olson, why did you come from the Royal Academy of Sciences?" Dr. Raphson asked indifferently.

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

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

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

here,

It is Karolinska Institutet,

It's its own territory!

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

"Dear Your Excellency Raphson, I would like to thank Karolinska Institute for its contribution to the world first," Olsen said excitedly.

He was so excited, he spoke quickly and loudly. In the small conference room, Dr. Olsen's voice oscillated repeatedly.

Raphson frowned, looking coldly at the ripples in the water glass in front of him, as if his dead heart was stirred.

"The surgical signal has been received, and through dynamic three-dimensional reconstruction, we have found turbulence. And this man who is said to have been kissed by God's hands, can actually rely on intuition or the guidance of some mysterious force to operate on the turbulent flow to avoid blood turbulence. impact of surgery."

"So what?" Dr. Raphson looked at Olsen's exaggerated hair, still insisting on his point of view.

Cold, indifferent.

Clinical procedures cannot win medical awards, this is the rule!

Absolute rules, to be absolutely enforced, they do not allow it to be desecrated.

"How's it going?" Dr. Olson looked at Raphson in amazement, as if looking at an Alzheimer's patient.

He paused for a few seconds before saying in a surprised tone, "Your Excellency Raphson, please allow my rudeness."

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

"Mr. Olson, please wait a moment, the operation is still going on." Mrs. Mayhal said slowly: "Please understand a wife's anxiety about her husband's operation."

Olsen was about to say something, but was interrupted by Mrs. He glanced at the screen, shrugged his shoulders, and beckoned the people behind him to set up various machines.

Raphson looked at the bizarre machines, wondering what Olsen was going to do. The Royal Academy of Sciences has all kinds of black technologies, and some gadgets are simply unimaginable.

The conference room in the center went quiet, and the operation continued.

Second bracket, third bracket...

After 11'52", the surgery was over.

Olson congratulated Mrs Mayhal as soon as the operation was over. The lady's expression became much more relaxed, and a smile climbed up her brows.

Then Dr. Olsen tidied up his clothes, but the fluffy hair didn't look serious, no matter what his expression, it was like a joke.

"Your Excellency Raphson, please allow my rudeness." Olson said seriously: "I am going to recommend Dr. Zheng."

"Surgery?" Dr. Raphson raised his brows and said indifferently, "Impossible, the medical award will not be awarded to clinical surgery."

"Oh no, damn, you got it wrong," Olson said. "I want to be nominated for this year's Physics Prize!"

Raphson's hand went up, just as he gestured to express his refusal.

But he didn't expect to hear Olsen say that!

A doctor who won the Nobel Prize in Physics? It is undoubtedly a great ridicule that a clinical procedure cannot win a medical award, but a physics award.

Dr. Raphson felt the air turn acrid and it became extremely difficult to breathe.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. Short-term symptoms of palpitations, chest tightness, and shortness of breath.

Is Dr. Olson crazy? Raphson's hand stagnated in mid-air, looking at Olsen in amazement, calmed down for a long time, but still didn't know what to say.

Let a doctor win the Nobel Prize in Physics, and the whole world will be in an uproar.

Originally, the Nobel Prizes in biology and medicine have existed in name only in recent decades, and should be renamed the Nobel Prize in Biology.

As for medicine?

who care!

"Your Excellency Raphson, please give the recommendation quota to the Royal Academy of Sciences." Olsen bowed gracefully, like a real noble.

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

"The reason is very simple, it will appear in front of your eyes immediately." Olsen said excitedly: "The last piece of the puzzle of classical physics appears in front of my eyes, if I can't award him a physics prize, I believe in the soul of Your Excellency Newton. I will travel back and take me directly."

"I have a hunch that turbulence will spark a revolution, and as classical physics gets perfected, quantum physics will be pushed as well!"

"..." Raphson couldn't believe what he heard or saw.

In the conference room of the center, the judges of the medical award sat quietly, and they were equally surprised.