Sweden, Stockholm.
Professor Rudolf Wagner is wearing a suit and leather tie. At this moment, he is no longer the rich man with a bad mouth in Haicheng or 912, but has returned to his original style of an elite doctor at the University Hospital of Heidelberg, Germany.
It's just that he has been a little nervous and restless for a while, like an ant on a hot pot.
All the work has been done, and the standard materials full of hard work over the past year have been handed in.
After leaving the imperial capital, the professor has been flying back and forth between Stockholm and Europe and the United States, visiting every judge and living Nobel Prize winner, making the final effort for the final sprint.
There was a subtle change in the judges' attitude, which the professor could clearly sense. The expected perfunctory, scolding, and disdain were minimal from the beginning. Nearly everyone was kind and gentle, and even the most conservative and stubborn judges seemed kind.
Things were going smoothly, as if it were a beautiful dream.
But because of this, the professor was a little frightened. He was afraid that it was all a lie, and when he woke up he found that he was still lying at home in Heidelberg.
The closer the day for the Nobel Prize review came, the more nervous the professor became, and he gradually began to criticize his boss more and more.
It's really too much for the boss not to come personally for such a big matter. Especially when he saw with his own eyes that many candidates for the biology award came to visit the judges with humility on their faces, the professor felt more and more dissatisfied.
He knew that he only saw a small number of people. Even if the recommended person does not come, the relevant recommenders are constantly moving around to gain support from others.
But Professor Rudolf Wagner only complained slightly in his heart. The boss's position in his heart was unshakable. That was not because of a Nobel Prize-recommended project, but because of the admiration accumulated through each operation that was performed with ease.
The crushing technical level made the professor particularly aware that this was the boss's project, and he was just an extremely lucky kid who got on the express train leading to the Nobel Prize. The person driving the car is the boss, always the boss.
It wasn't until Dr. Rafson went to the Imperial Capital to give lectures a few days ago that Professor Rudolf Wagner stopped complaining about his boss and gave his boss unlimited praise!
Does the boss need to visit the judges? It might have been necessary half a year ago, but now, it’s not necessary at all!
The chairman of the jury for the Biology and Medicine Prize went to the imperial capital to give lectures in person, and Professor Rudolf Wagner could vaguely guess what he was thinking.
Especially with the various "rumors" that have been confirmed during this period, the professor is very confident that he will win the Nobel Prize this year.
Originally waiting for Dr. Rafson to pay him a visit immediately after returning from the imperial capital, Professor Rudolf Wagner was prepared to observe the situation and determine the possibility of winning the Nobel Prize this year from the many hints from the chairman of the jury.
However, the next evolution of events once again deviated from the professor's expectations.
The news from Brother Yun's side was that Dr. Rafson had left the imperial capital and returned to China, but when Professor Rudolf Wagner came to visit, he was told that he was not there.
Dr. Rafson seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and there was no trace of him at all. No matter who I asked, I couldn't get the specifics.
At this point, the professor went crazy. He didn't dare to contact his boss again. He knew his boss's temperament. Moreover, the professor had a guess in his mind that talks with the boss must have broken down when Dr. Rafson came to visit.
The professor could even recall that Brother Yun had ridiculed Dr. Rafson in a sharp and sharp tone. The doctor left the imperial capital in anger and did not see him behind closed doors when he came back.
We have reached the last step, how can we get things done so quickly? The professor is living like a year, and he often thinks sadly about whether his boss can come to Sweden and apologize to Dr. Rafson. But just thinking about this kind of thing, the professor knew it was absolutely impossible.
This year's review process is a few days earlier than in previous years. The Literature Award review committee began its activities in early October.
The judges are judged behind closed doors, and it is said that they argue every day and become red-faced.
Professor Rudolf Wagner listened carefully to the news. At this time, Dr. Mehar could not be found, and everything was kept confidential.
However, there has been no movement from the Biology Prize and Medicine Prize Jury, let alone a meeting. Even Dr. Rafson, the Chairman of the Jury, does not know where he is.
The professor spent the whole day in a daze, not knowing exactly what happened.
Without communicating with the Imperial Capital, Professor Rudolf Wagner believed that his boss and Brother Yun would definitely not know about things that he didn't know even in Stockholm.
Although Brother Yun has always said not to worry, there is a high possibility of winning the award this year, but the professor can't be anxious.
Under the calm water, I don’t know what kind of stormy waves are contained.
On October 9, in addition to the review of the Medicine Award and the Biology Award, all other awards have been determined.
The next step is to call the Nobel Prize winner.
Professor Rudolf Wagner still had not received the news. He was confused and helpless.
Sometimes professors even have an illusion and feel that everyone is deceiving themselves. In fact, the review committee has secretly held a meeting and determined the winner of this year's biology and medicine award.
It was not a project between the boss, himself, and Brother Yun. The final winner was someone else. All well-intentioned and malicious concealments have cut off oneself from all news about the Nobel Prize.
For this reason, the professor was extremely frustrated. Didn't Brother Yun say that there is a great possibility of winning the prize? The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and the more helpless he became. Professor Rudolf Wagner even began to drink to drown his sorrows and use alcohol to anesthetize himself.
At night, sitting in a bar, Professor Rudolf Wagner drank sadly.
He likes simple wine, especially iodine-flavored Laffg, which tastes like surgery when he drinks it. Every time I drink Laffg, I think about the continuous surgeries I have undergone over the past year for the Nobel Prize project.
After a year of hard work, leaving home, the professor sighed in his heart.
The professor sat alone in the bar, tasting raffa, and sadly recalled the experience of the past year. The hustle and bustle around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He just wanted to drink quietly alone and quietly savor the taste of surgery.
"Rudolf, are you drinking?" A hand was placed on Professor Rudolf Wagner's shoulder.
It was Raymond Bragg. He was a professor at the University of Berlin, studying chemistry. It is said that he has been nominated for ten consecutive years, but missed out on the Nobel Prize every year.
"Raymond, sit down and have a drink." The professor patted the table, his voice a little out of control. Under the powerful influence of alcohol, he seemed to have forgotten all his troubles and sorrows.
"Rudolph, I heard that your project this year is very likely to win the Nobel Prize. I'm really envious. May God bless you." Raymond sat down, his face a little gloomy, "It's not like me, I don't have any hope at all. No. I’m not planning to come next year. Those old antiques don’t even know the value of my research results.”
"I thought so at first, but... Sigh. At least you know a little bit of news. I don't even know whether the review meeting has started." Professor Rudolf Wagner let out a long sigh and picked up Lafger's Bottle complained.
Raymond was stunned for a moment. Professor Rudolf Wagner's statement confirmed one thing - the judges were extremely unfavorable to his project, and no familiar judges even secretly leaked a little information to him.
What a poor guy. Not only did he not get the Nobel Prize, he didn't even have any news. He could only sit here and drink alone.
"I heard that tomorrow morning I will call you one after another to notify you of the winners of the Nobel Prize, and the final news will be announced on the website at noon." Raymond took a sip of wine, "Those damn guys never understand the importance of the work I do. . I really don’t want to see Lincoln’s ugly face after winning the Nobel Prize!”
The professor tried his best to keep his drunken eyes open, and asked with the last trace of his sober mind: "Is there a call tomorrow? So soon? What day is today?"
"Rudolph, I think you should go back and have a good sleep." Raymond looked at the professor's bloodshot eyes and said pitifully: "Take a good bath, relax, and fuck the Nobel Prize!"
Professor Rudolf Wagner has fallen into despair. He will call to inform him of the Nobel Prize tomorrow. Tonight, he does not even know whether the review meeting has been held. He fell into deep confusion and confusion, and even felt some self-blame.
Bottle after bottle of Raffgo was drank until the professor was finally drunk and unconscious.
He didn't notice that there was a reporter watching him secretly. The professor was already immersed in sadness and couldn't extricate himself. I will call the Nobel Prize winner tomorrow. The evaluation of the Biology and Medicine Prize must have been completed now, but I still haven’t received the news.
Damn it, damn it! how could this be! Even though he was drunk, the professor was still cursing in his heart.
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Dr. Mehar stood at the window, looking at the lights in the night, seeming to be thinking about something.
"Doctor, we have finalized the meeting at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." His assistant said, holding the tablet and opening the latest email.
"Oh? Rafson finally replied?"
"Yes, doctor." The female assistant's voice was as cold as ever, like the cold wind and snow in winter, "The news from the Royal Brompton Hospital in the UK is that the pathological diagnosis is clear, it is adenocarcinoma. Because it was discovered early, it is expected that There is no need for radiotherapy and chemotherapy after surgery.”
"I'm so lucky." Dr. Mehar's words were very plain, and it was hard to tell whether he was feeling regret or any other emotion.
"Dr. Rafson removed the chest bottle this morning and has boarded the ship."
"Why do we have to rush back? Can't we do a remote meeting?" Dr. Mehar murmured, but his eyes were shining with joy and joy. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, like a waving flag.
"If nothing happens, I hope you can rest early." The female assistant said.
"I know." Dr. Mehar said with a smile: "After procrastinating for so long, I can finally see the moment when the ice breaks. I think I should drink some wine today."
"Your heart can no longer withstand the stimulation of alcohol. If you insist on this, I will inform Madam."
Dr. Mehar waved his hand, slightly regretful.
The female assistant left, and Dr. Mehar still stood in front of the window looking at the Stockholm night. That little guy far away in the imperial capital is really good. I originally thought that I would have to pay a very high price to gain a little chance for him, but what I didn't expect was that he did far more than I imagined.
Even the old stubborn Rafson gave up his prejudices and flew directly to the imperial capital. When he thought of this matter, the smile on Dr. Mehar's lips became fuller.
He could even think of the old stubborn man's mood when he went to the imperial capital. Zheng was really an interesting person, and he persisted until the end. Put all the pressure on Rafson, forcing Rafson to give up his dignity and go to the imperial capital.
But Rafson's luck was good, because during this trip to the imperial capital, Zheng diagnosed him with lung cancer.
Otherwise, it will be delayed for about a month until the dust of the Nobel Prize falls. By then, it will be impossible to say whether the damn lung cancer will have metastasized.
Zheng, is really a person who has been kissed by God. Dr. Mehar looked into the distance and raised his hand high, as if he was holding a goblet with mellow wine in it.
This cup is for victory.