Karolinska Institutet, Stockholm, Sweden.
In the central conference room, on the huge LCD screen, the surgical process was clearly displayed in front of everyone's eyes.
What is different from the past is that this live broadcast has sound.
Everyone could hear the conversation between Zheng Ren and Dr. Mehar clearly.
The first stent has been completely removed, and Dr. Mehar has not experienced any terrible complications such as myocardial ischemia or coronary artery rupture.
Everything looks so beautiful, even perfect.
Mrs. Mehar's expression relaxed. Although all this was within her expectation, she was always worried about something unexpected happening.
As expected of hands that have been kissed by God, this kind of forbidden surgery can be completed smoothly without any disturbance or accident.
And the young doctor really didn't give in in front of Dr. Mehar. After a simple exchange, when the catheter was about to enter the coronary artery, he directly gave Dr. Mehar basic anesthesia to avoid accidents.
Mrs. Mehar was particularly pleased with this.
In the live broadcast, the operation stopped briefly, and the surgeon was preparing to remove the second stent.
"Everyone, I believe everyone has seen the surgery just now." Mrs. Mehar said: "I remember that thirty years ago, Mehar was recommended as a candidate for the medical award using cardiac stent implantation. At that time, some people said that this kind of surgery was not perfect and could not avoid complications, so it could not win the medical award."
"Now, thirty years later, this technology has been perfected." Mrs. Mehar glanced at the aging judges around her and said, "However, cardiac interventional technology has become a thing of the past and is no longer the most cutting-edge technology. Driven by Mehar and countless doctors, it has spread to every corner of the world.
Everyone thinks that this is just a basic operation, and they don't think that it should win a medical award!
This time Mehar and I have the same attitude. We will choose this doctor whose hands have been kissed by God during the voting and choose tips surgery. "
"Madam, please calm down." Dr. Rafson, the chairman of the review, who was sitting in the middle, looked at the screen, put down the water glass in his hand, and said calmly: "Clinical procedures cannot win medical awards. This is a rule. I Guess we should get used to it instead of trying to break it. As for the future, who knows."
"Sir, Mr. Rafson, please forgive my ignorance." Mrs. Mehar turned the wheelchair in another direction and stared at Dr. Rafson.
There were a few more age spots on his face, and he looked much older, with a smell of decay.
"Madam, there are only a few of us judges here. If you have anything to say, just say it." Rafson was very indifferent.
Only Dr. Mehar and his wife agree, which is not enough. Want to win a Nobel Prize for clinical surgery? Next life!
"That's what the then chairman of the jury, Mr. Dahlin, said. Thirty years later, your statement still hasn't changed much." Mrs. Mehar said coldly: "In this room, I can only smell one It smells like decay. Your gorgeous clothes are like a shroud, it’s disgusting to look at.”
Mrs. Mehar's words were sharp and left no room for moderation.
"That's just your illusion. Frontal lobotomy is regarded as a stain on the Nobel Prize. Do we have to see a seemingly successful surgery win a medical award, and then after countless complications, the medical award becomes Scandal?" Dr. Rafson was not angry, but said quietly.
"Are there not many stains? Just a frontal lobotomy?" Mrs. Mehar stared at Rafson's age spots and said: "I think that soon, when the devil comes to take away your soul that smells of decay, When the time comes, you will definitely have a great time chatting. Because you have many common topics, you might become good friends."
"Madam, please stay calm." Dr. Rafson was still not angry. He knocked on the table and said: "Whether it is the new tip surgery method or the surgery to remove the coronary stent, it can only represent an outstanding doctor. technology. This is still at least 380,000 kilometers away from the medical prize."
"Mr. Rafson, only you would think so." Mrs. Mehar murmured, "I don't know how an ignorant person like you got into the review committee."
"Madam, you must maintain respect and awe..."
Before he finished speaking, the door was pushed open.
A man with fluffy hair who looked like he had reacted to static electricity walked in first.
"Mrs. Mehar, please accept my most sincere gratitude on behalf of Dr. Mehar." The person said.
He is still "young", only in his sixties, and more energetic than everyone present on the medical award review committee. At least he didn't have to be wheeled in in a wheelchair.
"Mr. Olson, I'm glad you're here." Mrs. Mehar smiled slightly, stretched out her hand, and accepted Olson's hand kiss.
"My God, when I received Dr. Mehar's email yesterday, I was still suspicious." Olson raised his hands. His hair was straight and fluffy, like a hedgehog. Together with his arms, he exaggerated the surprise in his words. "The live broadcast just now was like a god descending into the world and pointing out the way forward for mortals."
"Mr. Olson, why did you come from the Royal Academy of Sciences?" Dr. Rafson asked calmly.
The review of medical awards is different from the review of awards in physics and chemistry.
Dr. Olsson is the chairman of the evaluation committee of the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences, but he has no say in the evaluation of the medical award.
So Dr. Rafson didn't care that Olson suddenly appeared here.
here,
It's Karolinska Institutet,
It's your own territory!
Even His Majesty the King must give himself enough respect.
"Dear Mr. Rafson, I would first like to thank Karolinska Institutet for its contribution to the world." Olson said excitedly.
He was so excited that he talked quickly and loudly. In the small conference room, Dr. Olson’s voice vibrated repeatedly.
Rafson frowned and looked coldly at the ripples in the water glass in front of him, as if his dead heart had been stirred.
"The operation signal has been received. After dynamic three-dimensional reconstruction, we discovered the turbulence. And this double surgeon, who is said to have been kissed by God, was able to rely on intuition or the guidance of some mysterious power to operate on the turbulence to prevent blood turbulence from affecting the operation. Impact."
"So what?" Dr. Rafson looked at Olson's exaggerated hair and still insisted on his opinion.
Cold, indifferent.
Clinical procedures cannot win medical awards. This is the rule!
Absolute rules must be implemented absolutely and you will not allow them to be desecrated.
"How is it?" Dr. Olson looked at Rafson in surprise, as if looking at an Alzheimer's patient.
He paused for a few seconds before saying in a surprised tone: "Sir, Mr. Rafson, please allow me to be rude."
"Huh?" Dr. Rafson felt that things might not be as simple as he imagined.
"Mr. Olson, please wait a moment, the operation is still going on." Mrs. Mehar said slowly: "Please understand a wife's anxiety about her husband's operation."
Olson was about to say something, but was interrupted by his wife. He glanced at the screen, shrugged his shoulders, and asked the people behind him to place various machines.
Rafson looked at the strange machines and wondered what Olson was going to do. The Royal Academy of Sciences has a full range of black technologies, some of which are beyond your imagination.
The central conference room fell silent and the operation continued.
The second bracket, the third bracket...
After 11′52″, the operation was completed.
Olson expressed his congratulations to Mrs. Mehar immediately after the operation. The lady's expression became much more relaxed, and a smile crept onto her brow.
Then Dr. Olson adjusted his clothes, but the fluffy hair didn't look serious. No matter what his expression was, it seemed like he was joking.
"Mr. Rafson, please allow me to be rude." Olson said seriously: "I am going to recommend Dr. Zheng."
"Surgery?" Dr. Rafson raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "Impossible. Medicine awards will not be awarded to clinical procedures."
"Oh, no, damn, you got it wrong," Olson said. "I want to be nominated for the physics prize this year!"
Rafson raised his hand, just about to express his rejection with a gesture.
But he didn't expect that he would hear Olson say that!
A doctor who won the Nobel Prize in Physics? It is undoubtedly a huge irony that a clinical procedure cannot win the prize in medicine but the prize in physics.
Dr. Rafson felt that the air had become spicy and his breathing became extremely difficult.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. Symptoms of palpitations, chest tightness, and shortness of breath occur briefly.
Is Dr. Olson crazy? Rafson's hand stopped in mid-air and he looked at Olson in astonishment. He calmed down for a long time, but still didn't know what to say.
If a doctor wins the Nobel Prize in Physics, the whole world will be in an uproar.
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
who care!
"Mr. Rafson, please give up your recommendation spot to the Royal Academy of Sciences." Olson bowed gracefully, like a true nobleman.
"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 right away." Olson said excitedly: "The last piece of the puzzle of classical physics appears in front of my eyes. If the physics prize cannot be awarded to him, I believe in the soul of Lord Newton." He will come back through time and take me away directly."
"I have a hunch that turbulence will spark a revolution, and as classical physics becomes perfected, quantum physics will be pushed forward too!"
"..." Rafson couldn't believe what he heard or saw.
In the central conference room, the judges of the medical award sat quietly, and they were equally surprised.