The water glass exploded due to the resonance, and water spilled all over the table.
Because of Olson's passionate and high-pitched words, the sound of the broken water glass was so insignificant that it did not cause a fatal blow to the hearts of the elderly people.
Dr. Rafson watched the clear water on the table in front of him continue to spread, like the blood in the blood vessels, laminar flow colliding to form turbulence. He seemed to be stupid, quietly lost in thought.
"This is the most perfect masterpiece, full of steampunk... no, it is the precision and mystery of future high technology." Olson danced and said: "Mr. Rafson, if this year's physics prize is not awarded to a classic If the last piece of the physics puzzle is solved, it will be the end of the world!”
"..." Rafson was stunned for a moment, and he heard a determination in Olson's tone.
This is not intimidation or tactics, but a kind of fanaticism.
He really wanted to give the physics prize to a doctor, not a joke!
Basic physics research was actually awarded to a project nominated for a medical award. Rafson felt a little confused.
Things changed too quickly, beyond expectations, like a strange dream.
Are Dr. and Mrs. Mehar really so crazy? Dr. Rafson killed the idea as soon as it came up.
It’s not crazy, it’s really a breakthrough in basic research!
It stands to reason that when basic research achieves a breakthrough, the first thing to be invested in is physics projects regardless of the cost. But this time, why did it appear in the medical industry
And is it the medical industry that drives basic research
The medical industry is an applied industry. Can it accomplish things that classical physics cannot accomplish
The great Newton, Einstein, Maxwell, Bohr, Galileo... Will they agree
"Mr. Olson, are you kidding?" Rafson decided to test it again. "There is no sufficient theoretical basis, and even within the prescribed time..."
"My dear Dr. Rafson, facing the emergence of the last piece of the puzzle of classical physics, any reason is boring and untenable." Dr. Olson continued to wave his hands, his face turned red, "This is the completion of classical physics. For a moment, I will not allow it to drift away from my eyes."
"Are your assumptions too optimistic?" Dr. Rafson asked calmly.
"I know that it may take a hundred years of exploration for the final completion of classical physics. But as long as there is a correct direction, it is enough. I will not allow others to give this man whose hands were kissed by God a few decades later. Scientists award physics prizes." Olson said enthusiastically, not even noticing the ugly faces of the medical award judges present.
This kind of thing has never happened in the Nobel Prize review.
I applied for a certain award, but ended up getting another award.
If it's very forced, forget it.
But what many medical award judges saw was Olson’s feverish gaze and incoherent expressions.
They all knew that if Olson competed for it, they would lose a physics prize.
It sounds like a fairy tale, but Olson is standing in front, his eyes are bloodshot and full of fanatical light. It all shows his deepest desire, unabashedly.
He's not kidding, absolutely not.
Is this really a good thing? Rafson looked at Olson, who was almost crazy, in shock.
In just an instant, he had an idea in his mind.
"Dr. Olson, please be quiet." Rafson said slowly, letting the water flow down and fall on his pants, as if his prostate had become enlarged to the point of incontinence.
"Huh?" Dr. Olson looked at him in shock.
"We are discussing whether Dr. Zheng's tips surgery has a chance to win a medical award. Now I can tell you for sure 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." Rafson said almost word for word.
"Impossible!" Olson roared. It was hard to believe that this huge roar came from an old man in his sixties. "You moldy monsters, how could you break the medical award and not award it to clinical procedures?" rule."
"This has nothing to do with you." Rafson said calmly.
"Even if His Majesty the King makes the final decision, I will definitely insist on it." Dr. Olson roared, "This is a major discovery that subverts the physics award... "
Rafson didn't listen to the next words.
In his heart, he still refused to give Tips the Nobel Prize for the surgical method, but he also didn't want to win a recommended project for the medicine prize. In the end, he actually won the more important prize... or the physics prize, which is the most important in the Nobel Prize.
If this is the case, where can I put my old face
Those boring media will definitely talk nonsense about the shady secrets of the Nobel Prize reviewers.
A few years ago, a certain award was vacant for a year, which caused an uproar across the world. Dr. Rafson doesn't want this kind of thing to happen to him.
Already in his eighties, he doesn't want any black spots in his history.
If that were the case, Rafson was sure that after his death, the coffin board would not be able to be closed.
"Dr. Olson, I think I need to think about it carefully." Rafson said: "You are simply too noisy. This is the medical school. Please go back to the Royal Academy of Sciences. Let's all calm down and slowly discuss this matter." matter."
Olson wanted to say something more, but Mrs. Mehar suddenly waved and said, "Doctor, let's wait until Mehar comes back to talk about everything."
"That will take a long time." Dr. Olson said reluctantly.
"Please trust my judgment. The operation was extremely successful, and the recovery period is only one week at most." Mrs. Mehar smiled, and a ray of sunlight filtered in from the window, shining on her face with a holy light.
"Dr. Mehar is a true fighter, and I would also like to hear his judgment on the skills of practitioners." Dr. Olson murmured.
"I think it will take at least a month for you to complete the relevant models."
"No, madam, one month is definitely not enough. It may not be possible to build a similar model in half a year, turbulence..." Olson said this, feeling a little frustrated.
"It will be fine, everything will be fine, isn't it?" Mrs. Mehar said with a smile.
Then she pressed the button on the pager and her assistant knocked on the door and came in.
"Dr. Rafson, I would like to ask you to think carefully about the tip surgery. As for the specific results, we will wait until Mehar comes back." Mrs. Mehar said before leaving.
Watching Mrs. Mehar leave, Dr. Rafson noticed the water stains on his pants.
"Damn it!" Dr. Rafson kept wiping the water stains with a handkerchief, but there was still a trace of urinary incontinence.