Sweden, Stockholm, Karolinska Institutet, Center Conference Room.
Cloudy with occasional showers.
There was no morning light, no rising sun, everything was foggy, just like the mood of the old people who came early in the morning.
"Mehar is absolutely crazy." An old man in a wheelchair came to the small conference room and said vaguely: "He actually wants to act as an assistant? Does he still care about the old lead suit from twenty years ago? Do you miss it?"
"He left an email to the committee, saying that this time he will personally prove what is great! What a stupid thing to refuse clinical surgery to win the medicine award. I think there is something wrong with Mehar's brain. "
"Impossible. Did he have an embolism from the coronary artery that blocked the anterior cerebral artery, causing problems in the excited area?"
Most of the old people present were in their seventies or eighties and looked senile.
But their thoughts are still active, like beating flames, shining with dazzling light.
"Mehar is too much." One person said: "Every year, we ask for recommendations in September, and all the materials are required to be ready in February. And the little guy he nominated this year has not yet submitted the surgery information. Submit it.”
"Maybe he knows that clinical surgery will definitely not win the Nobel Prize." Another person said: "Just one nomination to get more charitable donations. There are too many such things."
"That's not what Mehar said. Everyone, I agree with Mehar's idea. You have witnessed how serious his heart disease was before. I think it is only a matter of fact that he can continue to walk on the tree-lined paths. A miracle. To be honest, I am also looking forward to the growth of that little doctor, after all, my coronary artery is not good either."
As he was talking, Mrs. Mehar was in a wheelchair and was pushed in by her assistant.
After Mrs. Mehar came in, the assistant silently exited and closed the door.
"Madam, I think you should dissuade Dr. Mehar. He is so crazy that he wants to be an assistant while he is lying on the operating table." Dr. Rafson, the chairman of the committee, sat at one end of the long table and said quietly. said the voice.
He was older than Dr. Mehar, and his body exuded a rotten smell, and even his voice seemed to be full of dust.
Mrs. Mehar was sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket covering her legs. Although it was April weather, she still didn't feel hot. Like an old lady sitting around the fireplace in the winter with her cat on her lap, telling stories.
"No." Mrs. Mehar said firmly, her voice was trembling a little, but it did not stop her from expressing her belief: "Mehar always said, no matter how many times you turn around, your butt is always behind you. .I have heard this old proverb all my life and it is almost annoying me to death.”
"Dear Mrs. Mehar, I don't think Dr. Mehar will be able to see things that he couldn't see before after he went to the embrace of God. He has been looking for ways to solve the problem of blood turbulence that hinders interventional surgery. This is not possible at all. possible!"
"Cardiac surgery is particularly dangerous. Once various intraoperative complications occur that are almost certain to occur, everything will be ruined."
Several people tried to dissuade him at the same time.
"Mehar sent me an email today. I think this is also the reason why he persisted." Mrs. Mehar said: "He said that he found the person who could break through the turbulence of the blood, and he wanted to work side by side with him. Fight and get the medicine prize.”
"Oh my God, that's impossible!"
"Blood turbulence? Madam, are you preparing to win this year's physics prize? It is really a pity that the Royal Academy of Sciences did not come to watch this operation."
"Madam, don't you think the doctor's behavior is strange? Turbulence, my God, that is a study on an equal footing with the theory of relativity. If someone makes a breakthrough in the study of turbulence, those old diehards at the Royal Academy of Sciences I will definitely cry and award the Physics Prize to the developer."
Dr. Rafson sat quietly. He did not speak, but calmly observed Mrs. Mehar's every move.
Medical awards cannot be awarded to clinical procedures. This is a rule and cannot be broken. He will retire soon and will not be able to control what happens after that, but during his term of office, he must not have any clinical procedures selected for the medical award.
He is so determined in his heart, just like Dr. Mehar.
Rafson is also eager for the upcoming fight. That old man in Mehar dares to challenge his majesty, so come on!
Hearing all the doubts, Mrs. Mehar did not speak but pressed a button.
Her assistant opened the door and came in, holding a laptop.
"I think you have never seen that little medical website. So, my husband specially asked me to prepare a recording of the latest operation." Mrs. Mehar said: "I didn't believe it at first. That’s damn turbulence, a problem that has plagued classical physics for nearly three hundred years.”
"Madam, don't you think that what you and the doctor saw were all hallucinations? This is Karolinska Institutet, not the Royal Academy of Sciences! When discussing turbulence here, it is better to talk about the effects of genes and the human immune system on tumors. The effect is more practical." Dr. Rafson knocked on the table and pointed out the flaws and loopholes in Mrs. Mehar's words.
Although he is very old, Dr. Rafson's mind is still as sharp as that of a young man.
"You are wrong." Mrs. Mehar said firmly: "New discoveries make life better. I think Dr. Rafson, have you forgotten this sentence?" (Note 1)
"Madam, the surgical technique is not a new discovery." Dr. Rafson said indifferently.
"God has prepared worms for every bird, but he will not throw worms into its mouth." Mrs. Mehar said: "Refuse to understand all new things will only cause the medical award to decay and become a second-rate award. It ended up being a shame.”
At this time, preparations for the surgery recording and broadcasting were completed. The assistant bowed respectfully, handed the remote control to Mrs. Mehar, and then left cautiously.
"Everyone knows about interventional surgery. As for the controversy about turbulence, let's let the surgical process explain it." Mrs. Mehar no longer stated her previous point of view, but clicked on the projection and started playing the recording of the surgery.
The operation was "simple", just inserting a pacemaker.
There is no editing in the whole process, but the most original whole process. All the medical experts here can understand this at a glance.
Although no one knows as much about interventional surgery as Dr. and Mrs. Mehar, no one knows what to expect.
The guide wire traveled in the blood vessel with super precision, without even touching the blood vessel wall once.
The small conference room fell silent. The ten-minute operation process passed, and still no one spoke.
"It was Zheng who performed the surgery on Mehar a few months ago. At that time, I thought he was going to return to the embrace of God. Unexpectedly, he was left behind by this hand." Mrs. Mehar's voice was old and trembling. , but full of tenderness.
"These are a pair of hands that have been kissed by God. I have performed this kind of surgery countless times. But none of them have been as perfect as what he did. Even before I saw the recording of this operation, I had never I never thought that surgery could do this!"
"As a professional interventional cardiologist, let me comment." Mrs. Mehar said, "The operation is very simple, but the entire operation process is a miracle. I can feel that the surgeon's understanding of the operation over the course of several months It’s a huge leap forward.”
Mrs. Mehar trembled and tried to sit up straight. "At that time, everyone felt that Mehar had gained the favor of the gods, and that under such circumstances, he could regain his most basic health."
"But please note that the current level of the practitioner has surpassed the level of grinding a few months ago, and has almost reached perfection."
"Mehar knows your stubbornness, and he will use his life to prove to you what a bright new star this is. Every one of his research is as groundbreaking as all the theories that Einstein came up with back then!"
"Technological progress will make life better. Isn't this the original intention of His Excellency Nobel? Mehar has continued a beautiful life, what about all of you here?"
"By the way, I have already asked Dr. Olson from the Royal Academy of Sciences to watch the live broadcast of the surgery. At this time, he is preparing related dynamic three-dimensional image equipment in my laboratory."
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Note: The Latin text engraved on the Nobel Prize medals for medicine and biology.