Originally, His Majesty the King was supposed to take a step back. Zheng Ren bowed to His Majesty, and then smiled and bowed politely to the guests around him.
But after hearing the word nothing, His Majesty the King frowned.
This is not modesty. The word "nothing" has many meanings. Regarding the previous sentence, does it mean that what he said has no meaning? This is the first time His Majesty the King has heard such an rude word at a Nobel Prize ceremony.
Zheng Ren stood in the cursor of N. Seeing that His Majesty the King was stunned, he thought for a moment, took a half step back, bowed slightly, and then bowed to the audience stand.
When he turned to step down, His Majesty the King suddenly asked, "Zheng, nothing? It makes no sense at all?"
He said it in Swedish with an English word mixed in. The sound was not loud, only he and Zheng Ren could hear it.
Zheng Ren paused, turned around, and stared at the king with his eyes. The N-shaped cursor was bright and somewhat dazzling. Like the shadowless lamp on the operating table, Zheng Ren was somewhat familiar with it.
Doesn't it make sense? If it were a Nobel Prize, it should be of great significance.
He held the certificate in his left hand and the box in his right hand, with a plain and mysterious smile suddenly appearing on his face. Hold your arms flat in front of your chest, as if you have just finished brushing your hands and are waiting to go on stage.
Holding the box of certificates and medals with both hands, like a warrior holding weapons, he raised it slightly.
"Everything!"
After saying that, Zheng Ren bowed slightly again and turned back to his seat.
His Majesty the King looked at the young Chinese with complex eyes, and the ceremony, which was as accurate as a Swiss clock, was slightly uproar.
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China Television Station is broadcasting the Nobel Prize Award Ceremony online, and the host is actively discussing with the guests about tips surgery to win the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine.
When Zheng Ren was talking to the king, the host thought he would greet him politely, shake hands, and leave with a smile just like everyone else.
Everyone is like this, and no one has been able to come up with anything here for so many years. The focus is on the speech at the dinner. The host is also looking forward to whether Dr. Zheng will give a speech as wonderful as Mr. Mo Yan.
But... everything seems to be different.
There was no microphone amplification for the conversation between the winners and the king, so even the sound could not be heard in the broadcast room, let alone simultaneous interpretation.
The script in front of me seemed slightly different from the others, with politeness, gentle handshakes, and cordial words all present, but His Majesty the King stood still, while Dr. Zheng Renzheng said one more word, and then went back to sit down.
His Majesty the King did not return until 3 seconds later. The host found it strange, but it was her first time to host the Nobel Prize award ceremony. She was still thinking that there might be some process that she was not aware of, so she asked.
"Professor Zhang, what did the King of Sweden say to Dr. Zheng just now? Is this a special process for biology and medicine awards?"
The invited sociology professor Zhang Kai was also a little confused. He frowned and hesitated for a moment, and then said, "We can't hear the sound. Maybe it's a personal friendship."
Personal friendship, this is a bit too much. The host looked at Professor Zhang Kai of Sociology in surprise. A doctor from 912 who has a personal friendship with the king? It sounds really unreliable.
During the live broadcast, the band on the second floor began to play a symphony, and it was time to chat. Zhang Kai started to popularize science. Before Dr. Zheng won the Nobel Prize, the biology and medicine prizes could be said to exist in name only. They could be called biology prizes.
Medicine has become a small corner that no one pays attention to.
A voice came from the host's headset. It was from the director. He told the host that he was chatting and was looking for a language expert to translate the spoken language.
"Professor Zhang, do you mean that before this, only biological research results could win the Nobel Prize, while medicine has not been paid attention to? Can I understand it that way?"
"Medicine is based on basic science, especially in European and American countries, where medicine is quite advanced." Professor Zhang said smoothly, just to delay the time so that he could take a breather after the symphony was played.
"The Nobel Prize pays more attention to basic research."
"But there are no prizes in mathematics, the foundation of all sciences."
"There is also a secret that I believe everyone already knows. Let's go back to medicine. Advances in biology have allowed us to see the extension of human lifespan, and various diseases that were previously considered incurable have been cured. Of course, There are countless people in the medical field who have contributed to it, but for the Nobel Prize, which pays more attention to basic research, I think Dr. Zheng’s award this time is a miracle.”
"Miracle?"
"It's not us Chinese who won the Nobel Prize. Dr. Zheng's Nobel Prize means that after decades of being sealed, clinical procedures can finally be recognized." Professor Zhang said with a smile, "Actually, I think this is right, no matter when The presence of clinicians cannot be ignored.”
"That's right, we have to face doctors when we see a doctor. Who doesn't want to meet a doctor with high skills and medical ethics?"
"That's not what I meant." Professor Zhang thought for a moment and said seriously, "With the existing medical care, our country can be said to have achieved the best medical standards for people with the same income in the world. Although in high-end medical care and rare There are some shortcomings in the treatment of the disease, and data such as per capita intensive care unit beds are far behind the world's advanced level, only equivalent to 1/3 of Germany, but a group of technical backbones led by Dr. Zheng are catching up."
Professor Zhang talks about fairness and justice. He definitely does not put forward any sharp opinions, but starts from satisfying his sense of pride and tries his best to do some popular science.
At this time, the director's voice came from the host's earphones. She put her hand on the earphones and listened attentively. Professor Zhang stopped talking knowingly, he vaguely guessed something.
The interview we just conducted had no actual content at all. Professor Zhang was also very interested in what exactly Dr. Zheng said that caused His Majesty the King to behave abnormally.
Listening intently, the two of them forgot that this was a live broadcast. Soon the host's face looked a little weird. She tried hard to smile, hoping to return to normal as soon as possible.
"Professor Zhang, please tell me that the orchestra is playing the Sonata in C minor right now. What music will be played every time during the interval between award presentations?"
Professor Zhang was startled when the host directly changed the topic. He immediately realized that Dr. Zheng might have said something inappropriate, so the host was wise enough not to mention it at all.
While he was talking about running trains and stalling for time, he recalled in his mind the last time Dr. Zheng held the certificate in one hand and the box in the other, and made a weird gesture of clenching fists with both hands, as if he said a word.
That action was simple but full of energy to say it. It didn't look like an apology after saying something wrong, but an unswerving expression of belief.
It seems that the mouth shape is just one word, it seems to be saying everything