Institute for Life Sciences, Paul Scherrer Institute, Switzerland.
Francois's face was gloomy, as if hanging from a blizzard in the Alps, and he strode into the research room he and Mario shared.
Their research project is the impact of biological immune tissue on tumors, and they have made breakthrough progress. There is evidence that there is an inevitable connection between the two.
In other words, Francois and Mario's research was not wrong.
This is definitely a project that can win the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine, and they were nominated for the Nobel Prize this year.
With the support of the financial group behind him, Francois lobbied the Nobel Prize judges and attracted feelings. Mario continued his research work in the laboratory, trying to push the research forward one step further.
Although it has been at least 30 years since the first phase of clinical trials, according to past rules, the possibility of them winning the Nobel Prize exists, and it is not small.
"Dear Francois, are you unhappy because you can't eat Appenzell in Sweden?" Mario asked.
"Those damn old stubborns!" Francois roared angrily. The employees in the laboratory remained silent. No one knew what was going on and did not dare to speak loudly. They carefully lowered their heads and did the work at hand.
"Jenny's biofilm channel project? I think it's a piece of garbage and there's no way it can compete with our project."
"Oh, could it be Stanford's cell nucleus modification project? That project has no future at all, not at all. God will not allow humans to try to modify His great masterpiece."
"Don't be angry. The Cavendish Laboratory's expertise is not in biological research, and their biosensing projects are not qualified to compete with us."
"That's enough!" Francois angrily kicked down the chair next to him. The chair fell to the ground and made a loud noise. The employees were frightened and cautiously stayed away from the irritable Dr. Francois.
"Your situation makes me very worried." Mario shrugged, "Why are you so angry?"
"Those old stubborns who are afraid of death, bastards, sheep dung eggs of the Alps!" Francois cursed countless swear words, and his roar echoed in the laboratory.
After a long time, he calmed down and said: "Those bastards actually decided that this year's Nobel Prize would be for a clinical technique!"
"Calm down, my dear Mr. Francois." Mario smiled when he heard what he said. "It is impossible for clinical techniques to win a Nobel Prize. This has been the rule for decades. It's like trying to break People with this pattern haven’t been born yet, I really don’t know what you are worried about.”
"Those bastards!"
"Okay, okay, I know they are all a bunch of bastards. And cheese, do you want to take a bite and calm down?" Mario comforted Francois.
Francois grabbed an empty flask and threw it against the wall.
There was a loud bang and shards of glass flew everywhere.
Mario shook his head and sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, waiting for Francois' explanation. It seems that my lobbying for the review was not smooth this time, and it is not an ordinary failure. It is estimated that it will be difficult to win this year's Nobel Prize.
Mario calmly reviewed various biological studies, and found that none of them had made breakthrough progress except his own project with Francois.
The opportunity this year is simply great, given to me and Francois by God. As for the clinical technique Francois mentioned, he was too nervous and it was impossible.
How many years has it been since no new clinical procedure won a Nobel Prize
Well, this should be the out-of-control behavior caused by nervousness, anxiety, and uneasiness before obtaining something very important. Mario looked at Francois and thought to himself.
After a long time, François panted like a Spanish bullfight and sat in front of Mario.
"My old friend, tell me what happened to you." Mario asked with a deep look.
"Dr. Mehar, you have already set off for China."
"Oh, the doctor is going to China? Can his body support flying so far?" Mario asked: "I think it is a miracle to be able to spend another Christmas. Originally, in my plan, there was no one who needed to be convinced. his."
"Dr. Rosen said before that Dr. Mehar had undergone circulatory interventional surgery and was healthy. I thought it was a good blessing, but... we were careless, Mario!" Francois shouted.
"main idea?"
"Dr. Mehar, has fully recovered, at least for an eighty-year-old guy, he is healthy." Francois was a little depressed, especially when talking about this matter.
It seems that the Nobel Prize has been far away and has flown to the other side of the sky.
"What kind of technique is it? Let me think about it." Mario's memory was obviously superior. He didn't look for information at all. Instead, he closed his eyes slightly and searched the database like a computer. He quickly said in confusion: "There is no new information." The cardiac interventional surgery procedure was submitted for the Nobel Prize.”
"My dear Francois, are you mistaken?"
"It's not a cardiac interventional surgery, but a new tip surgery!" François roared, "Damn portal hypertension, it's just a common disease, how can it win the Nobel Prize!"
"Calm down and allow me to raise a few questions first." Mario asked calmly: "First, is there any relationship between the developer of tips surgery and Dr. Mehar's surgery?"
His question was correct.
The distance between cardiac interventional surgery and liver interventional surgery is definitely farther than the distance between the earth and the moon.
"Yes, your question is right, and I think so too. However, Jason told me that it was the same person! That person appeared in Sweden at the critical moment when Dr. Mehar's life came to an end, and then in Mrs. Coronary artery triangulation was performed with permission."
"Oh my God, it's incredible."
"Then Dr. Mehar gave a recommendation, tips surgery, damn it! It's just a basic surgery, definitely not groundbreaking. This is the shady story of the Nobel Prize review! I want to appeal!" Francois roared.
"Please calm down, did I hear you wrong? Are you saying that the person who performed coronary artery trituration on Dr. Mehar and the person who studied tips surgery are the same?" Mario asked.
"Yes!" Francois said.
"It's incredible." Mario spread his hands and said, "It's hard for me to believe what you said."
"But it is reality."
"What did Jason say?" Mario asked.
"He said that Dr. Mehar has gone to China to undergo a second-stage surgery. If the operation is successful, he asked us to prepare for next year's application."
"Oh my God! Are they crazy?" Mario was really surprised: "It's just a clinical procedure, can it really win the Nobel Prize? Are they not afraid of scandal? Those rigid, old-fashioned, conservative judges , are you really not afraid?”
"Because they are more afraid of death." Francois said angrily: "The average age of the Nobel Prize jury in biology and medicine is 81.3 years old. The fact that Dr. Mehar escaped from the hands of death gave them hope. "
"..." Mario was stunned.
"I asked Jason about the rules of clinical procedures." Francois had calmed down by this time, with a hint of crying in his tone. "He used Dr. Murray's kidney transplant project as an example."
"In the end, it turned out that kidney transplantation did not win the Nobel Prize, but because he researched... "
"No, Mario." Francois said frustratedly: "Jason told me that the truth is not like this."
He paused, picked up the coffee next to Mario, and drank it in one gulp, which made him feel better.
"Jason told me that in 1985, Dr. Lawrence, a Nobel Prize reviewer, had kidney failure and needed a kidney transplant. Dr. Murray performed the operation himself. Later, with the encouragement of Dr. Lawrence, Dr. Murray received the transplant. Nobel Prize.”
"Dear Francois, these two things..."
"No, Mario, there is a smell of shrouds floating around those rotten old stubborns. They are afraid of death, and they even do not hesitate to use the Nobel Prize to please someone who can extend their lives." Francois's mood has already changed. Completely out of control, his eyes were red as he looked at the small river outside the window.
"Impossible!" Mario exclaimed, "..."
Before he could finish speaking, Francois continued: "In the review of biology and medicine, 70% of people have cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases and are using drugs to maintain their health. This data was given to me by Jason. He said that Dr. Mehar’s incident has given everyone hope, and now everyone’s eyes are fixed on China.”
"If, if Dr. Mehar's operation is successful, that young man from China and Rudolf from Heidelberg... Damn it, Rudolf is just a piece of moldy cheese!"
"If the operation is successful, all the Nobel Prize judges will not mind establishing a friendship with that little doctor from China. When they come to the end of their lives, go and see if they can have a miraculous life like Dr. Mehar." Get healthy again." After Francois finished speaking, he slumped down on the chair dejectedly.
"Oh my God." Mario exclaimed for the third time.
"They said that the Chinese doctor's hands were kissed by God." Francois finally said.
Both of them knew what it meant to drive away the god of death with their hands kissed by God. If there was a chance, everyone would want his friendship instead of trying to fight him.
After a long time, Mario said: "Lu Lun, I think you know what I need."
The assistant beside him bowed slightly and said, "Sir, as you wish, I will collect all the information about that doctor as soon as possible."
Francois and Mario looked at each other. If this were the case, it would be almost impossible to win the Nobel Prize this year.
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At this moment, Zheng Ren was at a loss, waiting to greet Dr. Mehar and his party at the Imperial Capital International Airport.
He stood next to Vice President Yuan, somewhat unaccustomed to this behavior pattern. According to Zheng Ren's own opinion, this guy doesn't even want to come, so he can just let Su Yun or Feng Xuhui pick him up.
"Zheng Ren, you didn't attend the commendation meeting a few days ago because you rescued Director Miao. The first-class medal was just given to Director Kong, and he will hand it over to you." Vice President Yuan looked forward and said: "Don't be proud in the future and keep up the good work."
"Thank you." Zheng Ren said.
"You deserve it." Vice President Yuan said, "Are you sure about Dr. Mehar's surgery?"
"It's just a second-stage surgery. It's not that difficult. Dr. Mehar's coagulation mechanism is problematic. When he was operated on in Sweden, the end of the guide wire was almost clotted when it was pulled out." Zheng Ren said: "So His heart stent needs to be replaced every three months, otherwise it will all become clogged soon and the previous situation will recur."
"Oh?" Vice President Yuan suddenly became interested when he heard what Zheng Ren said.
Not a one-time operation? That means Dr. Mehar has to come to China many times, or Zheng Ren has to travel to Sweden when he has time.
If that's the case... In an instant, countless thoughts appeared in his mind. These ideas are the simplest, and anyone in the city can think of them.
"In how many years do you estimate that the technique nominated by Dr. Mehar will win the Nobel Prize?" 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 still have to go through basic research. It is impossible to win the Nobel Prize for clinical surgery."
"Don't be discouraged, it all depends on the effort." Vice President Yuan is indeed interested in the Nobel Prize, but he doesn't have much confidence that the young man standing next to him can win the Nobel Prize.
His status as a Nobel Prize candidate was enough to show off, but he had no hope that Zheng Ren would actually win the prize.
In the history of the Nobel Prize, apart from the unreliable Peace Prize, the youngest recipient is Lawrence Bragg. He won the Nobel Prize in Physics in 1915 when he was only 25 years old.
But he won the award together with his father, so there is still some moisture in the middle.
When Einstein won the Nobel Prize, he was 42 years old, which was still young. After all, Einstein had just begun to enter academia, and each of Einstein's five papers was considered to be subversive and worthy of a Nobel Prize.
Even if an unparalleled genius like Einstein emerged from nowhere, it would be many years before he actually won the Nobel Prize.
The oldest Nobel Prize winner is Leonid Hovich. When the old man received the Nobel Prize, he was already 90 years old. He is also an honorary professor at Huazhong University of Science and Technology and has come to China to give lectures.
Vice President Yuan has memories of these people and events. He knows very well that being nominated for the Nobel Prize and winning the Nobel Prize are two different things.
It is a routine routine to perform surgery on Dr. Mehar, gain the friendship of the elderly, and get recommendations. When Mo Yan was nominated for the Nobel Prize, he also followed the path of the Eastern literary world.
It's just that Zheng Ren is still young and there is no way he will win the Nobel Prize this year.
"Clinical work must be done in a down-to-earth manner. If you have any needs, please mention it to the hospital." Vice President Yuan said this to Zheng Ren personally.
Zheng Ren smiled and nodded.
"If circumstances permit, you and Dr. Mehar can discuss whether you can give a lecture in the hospital during the postoperative recovery," Vice President Yuan said.
He said it politely, but there was a tone that could not be rejected.
This matter was originally the job of Vice-President Guo, who was in charge of science and education, but the relationship between Director Mao and Zheng Ren was somewhat awkward, so Vice-President Guo just stayed behind and let Vice-President Yuan and Zheng Ren talk about this matter. thing.
It is necessary to have an overall view. After all, this is something that is beneficial to 912, so Vice President Yuan is happy to sell favors.
"Okay." Zheng Ren didn't care. He would probably recover quickly after the operation, depending on how long Dr. Mehar planned to stay in China.
While chatting without a word, the flight has arrived. Dr. Mehar's flight was not a charter flight like Zou Jiahua's, but an ordinary flight.
The team was obviously larger than Zheng Ren expected, with more than twenty people in total. Professor Rudolf Wagner came out first and gave Zheng Ren a bear hug.
In the past, he picked up Zheng Ren at the airport, but this time it was Zheng Ren who greeted him... greeted Dr. Mehar, and greeted him by the way.
"Boss, I miss you so much." The professor said loudly, patting Zheng Ren on the back.
It hurt so much, Zheng Ren was a little helpless. But I haven’t seen the professor for a few days, and I miss him a little.
Vice President Yuan stood aside, even more helpless than Zheng Ren. Professor Rudolf Wagner seemed not to see himself, or that he was not in other people's eyes at all.
He also knew that without Zheng Ren, these people would definitely not come to 912.
Boss Zheng is good, Vice President Yuan thought to himself.
"Boss, Dr. Mehar is in the back." Professor Rudolf Wagner said immediately after greeting Zheng Ren.
His attitude towards Dr. Mehar is a bit subtle. Winning the Nobel Prize has always been Professor Rudolf Wagner's long-cherished wish, and one can imagine the importance that Dr. Mehar, who has a heavy weight in the evaluation, has in the professor's heart.
At this time, Anma and Ma are waiting for him, just for that glimmer of hope that may not exist at all.
"Doctor, we meet again." Zheng Ren smiled and extended his hand to greet Dr. Mehar.
The doctor looked very healthy, and the system panel was only slightly red. It was completely different from the dying old man who was lying on the hospital bed and using a molded lung and a ventilator to assist breathing that Zheng Ren saw when he first went to Sweden.
Dr. Mehar was a little surprised. Although he had recovered his health, he was still eighty years old and walked very slowly.
Stretching out his hand and shaking Zheng Ren's hand, Dr. Mehar said: "Zheng, I didn't expect that you speak Swedish so well."
Dr. Mehar is from Gotland and has a light accent, but Zheng Ren speaks with his native accent.
Even a Swede would find it difficult to distinguish the Gotland accent, but Dr. Zheng is so attentive and 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.
"I have learned." Zheng Ren smiled honestly, "Your body has recovered well."
"It's very good." Dr. Mehar said: "After the operation, the dangerous period of cardiopulmonary dysfunction has passed, and the lung function has slowly recovered. I can already walk on the path that I have walked for decades."
"That's good." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
Zheng Ren then introduced Vice President Yuan and Vice President Guo to Dr. Mehar. Seeing them talking politely, Zheng Ren felt a little bored.
"Boss, the patient suffered cardiac arrest again!" Su Yun suddenly came over and whispered.