"Chang Yue and the others will go up from this side." Su Yun and Zheng Ren said.
"That's the lobby up there."
"Well, we're going backstage."
Walking on the red carpet, Zheng Ren had a very subtle feeling, not so sacred and excited, but more like wanting to return to 912. Walking in the corridor of the operating room seems to make me feel more at ease.
"Inside is the famous Blue Hall, the traditional awarding hall for the Nobel Prize. Ceremonies and banquets are held here. You are going to speak at the banquet. Have you thought of what to say?"
Zheng Ren shook his head and looked inside, but saw no blue, so he asked, "Why is it called the Blue Hall?"
"During the construction, the design was made with ocean-colored mosaics. When the rough parts were accepted, I thought they were very good. There was no need to change them, so the name Blue Hall has stuck. When I came here a few years ago, I heard what the tour guide said. I don't know if it's true or not. You Just listen seriously." Su Yun smiled.
Zheng Ren observed carefully that the lintel of the Blue Hall was extremely finely carved. The organ speaker above the door had hundreds of sound pipes, each of which could be clearly seen. A lot of effort was spent on its construction at that time.
While shaking hands and greeting the other Nobel laureates, Zheng Ren saw that his energy level had dropped by more than half, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"Boss, go on stage to receive the award. Where is your dinner manuscript?" Su Yun asked.
"We've landed at the hotel." Zheng Ren said expressionlessly.
"You shouldn't tell Mr. Mo Yan's story again. I think it will work."
"Normally speaking, it is the most economical to say it again." Zheng Rendao, "If it is possible, I will definitely do it."
"Stop talking nonsense and get ready."
"Don't worry, it won't officially start until 4:30." Zheng Ren was bored and hid in a corner. Seeing Professor Rudolf Wagner chatting around like a social butterfly, I felt that it was all so boring.
"Look, the island country wears kimono. Boss, should you wear Hanfu?" Su Yun looked at a Nobel Prize winner from the island country and whispered.
"The tuxedo and bow tie are fine, the form is not important," Zheng Ren said.
"Tch, who was it yesterday? He stayed up all night just to stamp a few words on the snow! Now the form is not important? It smells so good!" Su Yun said with disdain.
"It's okay. How can the Nobel Prize be compared with Yi Ren?" Zheng Ren said calmly.
"I love beauty but not country, praise!" Su Yun's sarcastic smile overflowed.
Zheng Ren obviously didn't agree with these words, and he shook his head.
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it. It's probably that guy Rafson who is talking on the stage, and then the king will give you an award, a certificate, and a box with the medal. You can just come back with a few polite words." Su Yundao, "But don't say it. A few words, it’s really like walking at night in brocade clothes.”
"Think carefully about how to operate on Little Shitou under ECMO, and do a good operation. It will be much better than the fake scenery here." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
Su Yun shrugged. For a single-threaded monster like his boss, there were many more things he could touch and ponder. Do these two things have any impact? Su Yun's answer is definitely no.
At 16:30, the band played the Swedish national anthem from the front desk. Zheng Ren stood attentively. Unlike the Olympics, he couldn't hear the March of the Volunteers, which seemed a bit regretful.
A few minutes later, a ceremonial girl wearing a strange hat led everyone in. Zheng Ren adjusted his tuxedo, followed the physics and chemistry prize winners, and stepped onto Mozart's waltz to reach the highlight moment in others' eyes.
The second floor is the ballroom, also known as the Golden Hall, which is 25 meters deep. Zheng Ren walked in and took a look. The color of Tuhao Gold was really amazing, and it caught the eye with golden light. If you look closely, you will see that the golden light is emitted from golden mosaics that are more than ten centimeters in size.
"Let's go." Su Yun pushed Zheng Ren from behind.
"Uh...oh."
"These mosaics are made of two pieces of white glass with a piece of gold foil sandwiched between them. 18 million pieces were used in the entire hall. They are not serious gold bricks. I asked you to come and take a look yesterday but you didn't look at them. Now you are stunned." Su Yun whispered, "Don't be embarrassed, go sit down quickly."
The audience roared with applause, and Zheng Ren glanced at the beauty. She took Lin Wan'er's arm and waved her arms. At this time, Zheng Ren finally smiled.
“The mosaic at the rostrum is the most famous. The big-eyed woman in the middle holding a crown and scepter is the goddess Mellaren, the patron saint of Stockholm.
It is said that her throne floats on Lake Mälaren in front of the door. There are a group of people rushing towards her on both sides, Westerners on the right and Easterners on the left, which means that people all over the world are yearning for Stockholm. "Su Yun introduced in a low voice.
Sit on the chair and listen to the speech of the chairman of the jury, and then the speech of the chairman of the physics jury. Then this year’s winner of the physics prize came on stage and took a black book and a box from the king.
The two shook hands and exchanged a few cordial words, and then the physics laureate left.
It turned out that there was really no need to give a speech on stage. The speech was probably at the dinner party afterwards. Zheng Ren was immediately relieved.
There were pieces of music and arias inserted in the middle of each section, and Zheng Ren felt drowsy listening to them. I don’t have the artistic talent to really appreciate this kind of beauty.
As Dr. Rafson came on stage, Zheng Ren cheered up. Dr. Rafson's system panel has turned reddish. The early treatment effect of the tumor is still good, and his voice does not feel like chest tightness or shortness of breath.
With a smile on his face, he began to explain the significance of TIPS surgery in an extremely elegant manner. How many hepatitis B patients and patients with advanced liver cirrhosis are there in the world? How much difference has the improved surgery made and how many lives can be saved
Listening to Dr. Rafson's speech, Zheng Ren had a very ridiculous feeling. He was the one who was constantly obstructing it at that time. Even with the help of Dr. Mehar, if he hadn't met old Luo Che by chance, he was afraid that there would still be no hope for this year's Nobel Prize.
At this time, Dr. Rafson stood on the stage and talked about the significance of TIPS surgery.
A smile appeared on the corner of Zheng Ren's mouth, not a sneer, not a sarcasm. The smile was plain, as if looking at the frozen Lake Mälaren in front of the city hall.
A few minutes later, Dr. Rafson finished his speech. Zheng Ren stood up and walked under the N-shaped light and shadow. He saw His Majesty the King walking over with a black book and box in his hand.
"Zheng, your work is very meaningful."
The two shook hands, and Zheng Ren heard His Majesty the King say with a smile.
significance
In an instant, Zheng Ren thought of a lot. Scenes flashed by, Zheng Ren smiled, held His Majesty the King's hand and moved it gently, then let go, "Meaning?"
This sentence was said in Chinese, and then Zheng Ren was startled when he saw His Majesty the King.
"Nothing." Zheng Ren affirmed.