Chapter 1277

The water glass burst because of the resonance, and the water spilled on the table.

Because of Olsen's passionate and high-pitched words, the sound of the glass breaking was so insignificant that it did not deal a fatal blow to the hearts of the dying old people.

Dr. Raphson watched the clear water on the table in front of him continue to spread, like blood in a blood vessel, the laminar flow collided, forming a turbulent flow, he seemed to be stupid, quietly trance.

"This is the most perfect masterpiece, full of steampunk... No, it is the precision and mystery of the future high-tech." Olsen said dancingly: "Your Excellency Raphson, if this year's Physics Prize is not awarded to The last piece of the puzzle in classical physics is the end of the world!"

"..." Raphson was stunned, he could hear a determination in Olsen's tone.

This is not intimidation, nor a means, but a frenzy.

He really wanted to award the physics prize to a doctor, not kidding!

Fundamental physics research was awarded to a project nominated for a medical award, and Raphson felt a little confused.

Things are changing so fast, beyond expectations, it's like having a strange dream.

Are Dr. and Mrs. Mayhal really that crazy? The idea was stifled by Dr. Raphson as soon as it appeared.

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

It stands to reason that when breakthroughs are made in basic research, the first investment is in physics projects that do not care about the cost at all. But this time, how can it appear in the medical industry?

And is the medical industry driving basic research?

The medical industry belongs to the application industry. Can it accomplish things that classical physics cannot?

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

"Lord Olsen, you're not joking." Raphson decided to try again, "There is no sufficient theoretical basis, even within the specified time..."

"My dear Dr. Raphson, in the face of the appearance of the last piece of the puzzle of classical physics, any reason is dry and untenable." Dr. Olson continued to wave his hands, his face flushed, "This is the completion of classical physics. For a split second, I won't allow it to float away from my eyes."

"Are your assumptions too optimistic?" Dr. Raphson asked calmly.

"I know that the final completion of classical physics may take a hundred years of exploration. But as long as a correct direction is enough, it is enough. I am determined not to allow other people to give this man whose hands are kissed by God in a few decades. Scientists award physics prizes." Olsen said frantically, not paying attention to the ugly faces of the medical award judges present.

This kind of thing has never happened in the Nobel Prize review.

Declared for a certain award, but finally got another award.

If it's reluctant, it's fine.

But what many medical award judges saw was Olsen's frantic gaze and incoherent expression.

They all knew that if Olson was vying for it, a physics prize might not go away.

It sounds like a fairy tale, but Olsen is standing in front, his eyes are bloodshot and full of fanatical light. It all revealed the longing in his heart, unabashed.

He's not kidding, absolutely not.

Is it really good to do this? Raphson looked at Olson, who was almost insane.

In an instant, he had a solution in his heart.

"Dr. Olson, please be quiet," Raphson said slowly, letting the water trickle down and land on his pants, as if his prostate had enlarged to the point of incontinence.

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

"We are discussing whether Dr. Zheng's TIPS procedure has a chance to win a medical award. Now I can tell you with certainty that his surgery is very good and the surgery is very mature. We will further screen and observe. This project, and The physics prize doesn't matter," Raphson said, almost word for word.

"Impossible!" Olsen roared, it was hard to believe that this huge roar was from an old man in his sixties, "How can you group of moldy monsters break the medical award and not award it to clinical surgery. rule."

"This has nothing to do with you." Raphson said lightly.

"Even if His Majesty the King makes the final verdict, I will definitely insist." Dr. Olson roared, "This is a major discovery that subverts the Physics Prize..."

Raphson didn't listen to the next words.

He still refused to give TIPS the Nobel Prize for surgical procedures, but he also didn't want to win a recommended item in the Medicine Award, and finally won the heavier weight... or the Physics Award, the most important Nobel Prize.

If so, where would you put your old face?

That group of boring media will definitely make a lot of nonsense and say something about the shady history of the Nobel Prize judges.

A few years ago, a certain award was vacant for a year, which caused an uproar in the whole world. Dr. Raphson didn't want this to happen to him.

Already in his eighties, he doesn't want a black spot in his history.

In that case, Raphson was sure that after his death, the coffin board would not be closed.

"Dr. Olson, I think I need to think about it," Raphson said. "You're so noisy. This is the medical school. Please go back to the Royal Academy of Sciences. Let's all calm down and talk about this slowly. matter."

Olsen wanted to continue to say something, but Mrs. Mayhal suddenly waved her hand and said, "Doctor, we'll talk about everything after Mayhal returns."

"That would take a long time," Dr. Olsen said reluctantly.

"Please trust my judgment, the operation was extremely successful, and the recovery period is no more than a week." Mrs. Mayhal smiled, and a beam of sunlight came in from the window and shone on her face with a holy light.

"Dr. Mayhal is a true fighter, and I would love to hear his judgment on the techniques of the technologist," Dr. Olsen muttered.

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

"No, ma'am, one month is definitely not enough. Half a year may not be able to build a similar model, turbulence..." Olsen said this, a little frustrated.

"It will be fine, everything will be fine, won't it," said Mrs. Mayhal with a smile.

Then, she pressed the button on the pager, and her assistant knocked on the door and came in.

"Dr. Raphson, please consider carefully about the TIPS operation. As for the specific results, we will discuss it after Mayhal returns." Mrs. Mayhal said as she left.

Watching Mrs. Mayhal leave, Dr. Raphson noticed the water stain on his trousers.

"Damn it!" Dr. Raphson kept wiping the water stains with his handkerchief, but he still left traces of incontinence.