An hour ago, Rafson had just arrived at the Karolinska Institute in Stockholm.
Returning to Sweden from the Royal Brompton Hospital in Chelsea should not have taken so long. But a storm last night delayed the voyage, so he hurriedly arrived at the venue at the last minute.
Apart from him, the 49 review experts from Swedish Medical University have become a little anxious. Time is too tight. If there is any disturbance in the last hour, I am afraid that the announcement of the Nobel Prize winners on the website will be affected.
This is an unbearable burden for the global attention and the Nobel Prize.
Out of respect for Dr. Rafson, the chairman of the review committee, no one questioned it, but there were endless whispers in the venue.
Dr. Mehar sat quietly in his seat. He found it a bit funny to see Rafson coming to preside over the review even though he was ill.
Over the years, the review committee has encountered many unexpected things.
For example, several equally matched projects each attracted some of the judges, and everyone was in a stalemate; for example, the previous chairman of the jury, despite the overwhelming opposition, attracted some of the judges to deny the qualification of organ transplantation to win the Nobel Prize.
These are all in the past, all in history. The well-informed judges have never seen anyone judge an award while breathing oxygen at the venue, not even once, let alone presiding over the conference while breathing oxygen like Dr. Rafson.
Due to age and physical reasons, the judges can apply for absence if they can't bear it, but Rafson expressed his determination with actions.
Until the organizing committee started urging and the winners of other awards were notified by phone one after another, the conference under the chairmanship of Rafson was still going on nervously.
After preliminary screening by the committee, not many projects can make it to the Nobel Assembly's list. In previous years, there were usually 20-30 projects, but this year only 12 projects entered the final review.
In the past, the disputes at the Nobel Conference were very fierce, and it was impossible to balance the interests of all parties for two or three days. However, this year's review was surprisingly simple. Project after project passed without any ups and downs.
The door is closed and no one knows what happened inside. Each review process is confidential, as is tradition.
Dr. Rafson's assistant and two doctors also stayed outside the conference room. The assistant was a little worried and kept walking around. Every time I want to knock on the door, I hesitate for a long time, and finally give up.
Because of Dr. Rafson's persistence, he rushed to the venue at the last minute. Time is already very tight and there must be no delay.
Another acquaintance patted him on the shoulder and started communicating.
"Alexander, you look like a wild cat in heat. What's wrong?"
Dr. Rafson's assistant Alexander Hamilton was not in the mood to chat with the man. He said worriedly: "Fall, Dr. just pulled out the chest tube yesterday, and the symptoms of chest tightness and shortness of breath became worse and worse along the way. I'm worried that he won't be able to survive it. , if you faint..."
"Oh my god!" the man said in surprise: "Why don't you conduct a video conference on the hospital bed? Now that technology is so advanced, there is no need for Dr. Rafson to come to the scene in person."
Alexander Hamilton sighed, there are some things that still cannot be said.
Why did Dr. Rafson come to preside over the meeting in person? He has always been with the doctor, and he knows what happened.
Besides that young and arrogant young doctor in the imperial capital, who else could it be because of!
This is the doctor's way of expressing his respect, whether it is to the arrogant doctor in the imperial capital or to the large prehistoric crocodile-like family hidden under the iceberg sponge.
But... Hamilton sighed, is it a bit too much for the doctor to risk his life to do this
Dr. Rafson is not in good condition and is still breathing oxygen. Although he was not a doctor, Hamilton listened to the conversation between the two doctors along the way, and he still had an understanding of the doctor's condition.
The doctor estimated that there was pleural effusion, which was compressing the lungs and causing difficulty in breathing. B-ultrasound is needed urgently for positioning, and then all the accumulated fluid is extracted through puncture to relieve symptoms.
But time was so tight that a storm in the English Channel forced the doctor to rush to the venue non-stop.
He looked nervously at the closed door of the conference room, his heart beating wildly, and Hamilton had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.
Hope, hope the voting can end soon, no matter who will win the Nobel Prize this year.
"Alexander, just relax, it'll be okay." Fall comforted the restless Alexander Hamilton.
But comfort is useless, the power of words is so pale in the face of pleural effusion and difficulty breathing.
Time passed by, and the closed door remained motionless like an airtight lead door in an operating room.
Unlike the operating room, there was no leaded glass to look through, so no one knew what happened in the venue.
Looking at the closed door, Alexander Hamilton was as anxious as a patient's family member. He kept walking back and forth, but his eyes were fixed on the door.
The two doctors behind Hamilton were already prepared for first aid. They carried the first aid kit and rushed in when the door opened.
After an unknown amount of time, the heavy door opened silently, and the secretary who was taking minutes of the meeting rushed out.
Alexander Hamilton kept his eye on the gate and rushed in as soon as possible.
The two collided and their noses started to bleed.
Without any complaints from the secretary, Hamilton covered his nose and rushed directly to Dr. Rafson who was sitting on the podium.
The doctor's breathing was rapid and his lips were slightly cyanotic. Oxygen seemed to be unable to enter the blood oxygen exchange at all. No matter how much oxygen he inhaled, it was useless.
Hamilton called to the two doctors and took the time to push Dr. Rafson out and prepare to drain the pleural effusion.
When he was leaving the house, he vaguely saw Dr. Mehar sitting in the front row raising his hand as if to bless Dr. Rafson.
The venue was very quiet, unlike previous years when the Nobel laureates were selected, where some people were happy and others were angry.
Watching Dr. Rafson being pushed away, watching the secretary rushing out to make a phone call, everyone sat quietly in their original positions.
Everyone needs to digest everything that has happened recently, especially today’s awards.
Times have changed, this is a common thought that everyone thinks.
One door is open, but the other door is still tightly closed.