Chapter 1204 The Almost Impossible Nobel Prize

Switzerland, Paul Scherer Institute, Life Sciences Laboratory.

Francois looked gloomy, like a blizzard hanging from the Alps, and strode into the research room he shared with Mario.

Their research project is the impact of biological immune tissue on tumors, which has made breakthrough progress. There is evidence that there is a necessary connection between the two.

That said, Francois and Mario's research isn't going the wrong way.

This must be a project that can win the Nobel Prize in biology and medicine, and they were nominated for the Nobel Prize this year.

Francois lobbied the Nobel Prize judges with the support of the backer consortium of sponsors to draw in feelings. Mario, on the other hand, continued his research work in the lab, trying to push his research a step further.

Although it is at least 30 years away from the first phase of clinical trials, according to the past rules, the possibility of them winning the Nobel Prize exists, and it is not small.

"Dear Francois, are you upset that you can't eat Appenzel in Sweden?" Mario asked.

"Those damn old stubborns!" Francois roared, the employees of the research lab were silent, no one knew what was going on, and they didn't dare to speak loudly. They carefully lowered their heads and did the work at hand.

"Jenny's biofilm channel project? I think it's a piece of junk, and it can't compete with our project."

"Oh, could it be Stanford's nuclear trimming project? That project has no future, nothing at all. God wouldn't allow man to try to modify his great masterpiece."

"Don't be angry, Cavendish Lab's expertise is not in biological research, and their biosensing project is not qualified to compete with us."

"Enough!" François angrily kicked the chair beside him, the chair fell to the ground, making a loud noise, and the frightened employees cautiously stayed away from the irritable Dr. François.

"Your condition worries me." Mario shrugged. "Why are you so angry?"

"Those old stubborn, bastards who are afraid of death, sheep dung in the Alps!" Francois scolded countless swear words, and the roar echoed in the laboratory.

After a long time, he calmed down and said, "Those bastards actually decided that this year's Nobel Prize is a clinical technique!"

"Calm down, my dear Mr. Francois." Mario laughed when he heard what he said. "Clinical surgery is impossible to win the Nobel Prize. This is the law for decades. I want to try to break it. This regular person hasn't been born yet, I really don't know what you are worried about."

"Those bastards!"

"Okay, I know they're a bunch of bastards. And cheese, do you want to take a bite and calm down?" Mario reassured Francois.

Francois grabbed an empty flask and slammed it against the wall.

There was a loud bang, and shards of glass flew everywhere.

Mario shook his head and sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, waiting for Francois to explain. It seems that the lobbying of the judges this time is not very smooth, and it is not a general failure. It is estimated that it will be difficult to win this year's Nobel Prize.

He calmly recalled all kinds of biological research, except for his own project with François, no one project has made breakthrough progress.

This year's opportunity is simply too good, God has given him and François. As for the clinical procedure that François said, he was too nervous, it was impossible.

How many years have there been no new clinical procedures won the Nobel Prize?

Well, this should be the uncontrollable behavior caused by nervousness, anxiety, and anxiety before getting something very important. Mario looked at Francois and thought to himself.

After a long time, Francois sat down in front of Mario, panting like a Spanish bullfight.

"My old man, tell me, what have you encountered?" Mario asked with deep eyes.

"Dr. Mayhal, has set off for China."

"Oh, the doctor goes to China? Can his body support flying so far?" Mario asked, "I think it's a miracle to be able to spend another Christmas. Originally in my plan, there were no people who needed to be persuaded. his."

"Dr. Rosen said that Dr. Mayhal had undergone circulatory intervention and was healthy. I thought it was a good blessing, but... we were careless, Mario!" Francois shouted.

"main idea?"

"Dr. Mayhal, he has fully recovered, at least for an 80-year-old guy, healthy." Francois was a little frustrated, especially when talking about this.

It seems that the Nobel Prize has been far away and flew to the other side of the sky.

"What kind of technique is it? Let me think about it." Mario's memory is obviously superior. He didn't look for information at all, but closed his eyes slightly. The computer generally searched in the database, and quickly said in confusion: "There is no new information. The interventional cardiac surgery procedure applied for the Nobel Prize."

"My dear Francois, are you mistaken?"

"It's not a cardiac interventional surgery, it's a new TIPS surgery!" Francois roared, "Damn portal hypertension, it's just a common disease, how can it win the Nobel Prize!"

"Calm down, allow me to raise a few questions first." Mario asked calmly: "First, does the developer of the TIPS surgery have anything to do with Dr. Mayhal's surgery?"

His question was correct.

The distance between interventional heart surgery and interventional liver surgery is definitely farther than the distance between the earth and the moon.

"Yes, your question is right, and I think so too. But, Jason told me, it's the same person! That person appeared in Sweden at the critical moment when Dr. Mayhal's life came to an end, and then at Mrs. Coronary aneurysm was performed with permission."

"Oh my God, it's incredible."

"Then Dr. Mayhal gave a recommendation, TIPS surgery, damn it! It's just a basic surgery, definitely not groundbreaking. This is the shady secret of the Nobel Prize review! I want to appeal!" Francois roared.

"Please calm down, did I misunderstand you. Are you saying that the person who performed the coronary atherectomy on Dr. Mayhal was the same person who did the TIPS procedure?" Mario asked.

"Yes!" Francois said.

"It's incredible." Mario spread his hands and said, "It's hard for me to believe your statement."

"But he is reality."

"What did Jason say?" Mario asked.

"He said that Dr. Mayhal went to Huaxia and needed a second-stage operation. If the operation is successful, he asked us to prepare for the application for next year."

"My God! Are they crazy?" Mario was really surprised: "It's just a clinical technique, can it really win the Nobel Prize? They are not afraid of scandals? Those stereotyped, old, conservative judges , are you really not afraid?"

"Because they are more afraid of death." Francois said angrily: "The average age of the jury for the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine is 81.3 years old, and the fact that Dr. Mayhal escaped under the hand of death gave them hope. "

"..." Mario was stunned.

"I asked Jason about the regularity of clinical procedures." François had calmed down by this time, and there was a hint of weeping in his tone. "He gave an example, using Dr. Murray's kidney transplant project."

"In the end, it turned out that kidney transplantation did not win the Nobel Prize, but because he developed..."

"No, Mario." Francois said in frustration, "Jason told me that the truth is not like this."

He paused, picked up the coffee next to Mario, and drank it in one breath, which was better.

"Jason told me that in 1985, because of the kidney failure of Dr. Lawrence, the Nobel Prize reviewer, he needed a kidney transplant. Dr. Murray performed the operation himself. Later, under the promotion of Dr. Lawrence, Dr. Murray got it. Nobel Prize."

"Dear Francois, these two things..."

"No, Mario, there is a smell of shroud wafting from those rotten old stubborn. They are afraid of death, and even use the Nobel Prize to please someone who can prolong their life." Francois's emotions have been Completely out of control, his eyes were red, looking at the small river outside the window.

"Impossible!" Mario exclaimed, "..."

Before he could finish speaking, Francois continued: "In biological and medical reviews, 70% of people have cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases and are desperately maintaining them with drugs. This data was given to me by Jason. He said that the matter of Dr. Mayhal gave everyone hope, and now everyone's eyes are on Huaxia."

"If, if Dr. Mayhal's operation is successful, that young man from China and Rudolph of Heidelberg...Damn, Rudolph is a piece of moldy cheese!"

"If the operation is successful, all the Nobel Prize judges don't mind building a friendship with the little doctor in Huaxia. When their lives come to an end, go see if they can be like Dr. Mayhal, miraculously. Get back to health." François finished, slumped down in the chair with his head down.

"My God." Mario said this for the third time.

"They said that the doctor in Huaxia had his hands kissed by God." Francois said finally.

The hands after being kissed by God, to expel the god of death, both of them know what it means. If at all possible, everyone would want his friendship rather than try to fight him.

After a long time, Mario said, "Lu Lun, I think you know what I need."

The assistant beside him bowed slightly and said, "Sir, as you wish, I will collect all the information on that doctor as soon as possible."

Francois and Mario looked at each other. If this were the case, it would be almost impossible to win the Nobel Prize this year.

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At this moment, Zheng Ren was ignorant, waiting to greet Dr. Mehar and his party at the Imperial Capital International Airport.

Standing beside Vice President Yuan, he was somewhat unaccustomed to this behavior pattern. According to Zheng Ren's own thoughts, these goods don't want to come, so let Su Yun or Feng Xuhui pick them up.

"Zheng Ren, you didn't attend the commendation meeting for rescuing Director Miao a few days ago. The medal for the first prize has just been handed over to Director Kong, and he will hand it over to you." Vice President Yuan looked ahead and said: "Don't be proud in the future, and make persistent efforts."

"Thank you." Zheng Ren said.

"You deserve it." Vice President Yuan said, "Are you sure about Dr. Mayhal's surgery?"

"It's just a second-stage operation, and it's not too difficult. Dr. Mehar's blood coagulation mechanism was faulty. When he was operated on in Sweden, the end of the guide wire was nearly clotted into a thrombus." Zheng Ren said: "So His heart stent needs to be replaced every 3 months or so, or it will be completely blocked soon, and the previous situation will reappear."

"Oh?" Vice President Yuan suddenly became interested after hearing what Zheng Ren said.

Not a one-time operation? That means that Dr. Mayhal has to come to China many times, or Zheng Ren has to go to Sweden when he has time.

If so... In an instant, countless thoughts appeared in his mind. These ideas are the simplest, as long as some people in the city can think of them.

"How many years do you estimate that the technique nominated by Dr. Mayhal will win the Nobel Prize?" Vice President Yuan asked.

"It should be impossible." Zheng Ren replied: "At the Mayo Clinic, Dr. Charles told me that if you want to win the Nobel Prize, you still need to go through the basic research model. It is impossible to win the Nobel Prize for clinical procedures."

"Don't be discouraged, it's up to people." Vice President Yuan was really interested in the Nobel Prize, but to say that the young man standing beside him could win the Nobel Prize would not have much confidence.

The identity of a Nobel Prize candidate is enough to show off. He did not hope that Zheng Ren would really win the award.

In the history of the Nobel Prize, apart from the unreliable Peace Prize, the youngest recipient is Lawrence Bragg. He won the Nobel Prize in Physics in 1915, at the age of 25.

But he won the award with his father, and there is still moisture in the middle.

When Einstein won the Nobel Prize, he was 42 years old, which is still young. After all, he has just entered the academic world, and Einstein's five papers are considered to be subversive and capable of winning the Nobel Prize.

Even if a genius like Einstein was born out of nowhere, it would be many years before he actually won the Nobel Prize.

The oldest Nobel laureate is Leonid Herwich. When the old man got the Nobel Prize, he was already 90 years old. He is also an honorary professor of Huazhong University of Science and Technology, and has come to China to give lectures.

Vice President Yuan has memories of these people and things. He knows that being nominated for a Nobel Prize and winning a Nobel Prize are two different things.

Operating on Dr. Mayhal, getting the friendship of the elderly, and getting referrals is a routine. When Mo Yan was nominated for the Nobel Prize, he also followed the path of the oriental literary world.

It's just that Zheng Ren is still young, and it is impossible for him to win the Nobel Prize this year.

"Clinical work must be down-to-earth, and what needs to be mentioned to the hospital." Vice President Yuan said this to Zheng Ren himself.

Zheng Ren smiled and nodded.

"If the situation allows, you and Dr. Mayhal discuss whether you can give a lecture in the hospital after recovery after surgery." Vice President Yuan said.

He said it politely, but with a tone that could not be rejected.

This matter was originally the job of Vice President Guo, who was in charge of the Science and Education Portal, but the relationship between Director Mao and Zheng Ren was a little bit awkward, so Vice President Guo just fell behind and asked Vice President Yuan and Zheng Ren to talk about it. thing.

It is necessary to have an overall view. After all, this is a good thing for 912, so Vice President Yuan is happy to sell his favor.

"Okay." Zheng Ren doesn't care. It is estimated that he will recover quickly after the operation, depending on how long Dr. Mayhal plans to stay in China.

While chatting without a word, the flight has arrived. Dr. Mehar was not on a charter flight like Zou Jiahua's, but an ordinary flight.

The team was obviously larger than Zheng Ren expected, with more than 20 people. Professor Rudolf Wagner came out first, and when he saw Zheng Ren, he was hugged by a bear.

He used to pick up Zheng Ren at the airport before, but this time, Zheng Ren greeted him...to meet Dr. Mehar, and to meet him by the way.

"Boss, I miss you so much." The professor patted Zheng Ren on the back and said loudly.

It hurt so much, Zheng Ren felt a little helpless. But I haven't seen the professor for a few days, and I miss him a bit.

Vice President Yuan stood aside, more helpless than Zheng Ren. Professor Rudolf Wagner is as if he doesn't see himself, or he doesn't see himself at all.

He also knew that without Zheng Ren, these people would definitely not come to 912.

Boss Zheng is not bad, Vice President Yuan thought to himself.

"Boss, Dr. Mayhal is behind." Professor Rudolf Wagner said immediately after greeting Zheng Ren.

His attitude towards Dr. Mayhal was somewhat subtle. It has always been Professor Rudolf Wagner's long-cherished wish to win the Nobel Prize, and it is conceivable what weight Dr. Mayhal, who has a heavy review weight, has in the professor's heart.

At this time, the saddle and the horse are waiting, just for that hope that may not exist at all.

"Doctor, we meet again." Zheng Ren smiled and reached out to greet Dr. Mayhal.

The doctor looked very healthy, and the system panel was only slightly red, which was completely different from the dying old man who was lying on a hospital bed and breathing with a model lung and a ventilator when Zheng Ren first went to Sweden.

Dr. Mayhal was a little surprised. Although he had recovered, he was eighty years old after all and walked very slowly.

Reaching out his hand and shaking Zheng Ren, Dr. Mehar said, "Zheng, I didn't expect you to speak Swedish so well."

Dr. Mayhal is a native of Gotland with a mild accent, but Zheng Ren speaks in his native accent.

Even a Swede can hardly tell the Gotland accent, but this Doctor Zheng is so attentive, it seems that he is very interested in the Nobel Prize.

As soon as he got off the plane, Dr. Mayhal made a wrong judgment on the situation.

"I did." Zheng Ren smiled honestly, "Is your body recovering well?"

"Very good." Dr. Mehal said, "I have passed the dangerous period of cardiopulmonary dysfunction after surgery, and my lung function has gradually recovered. I have been able to walk on the path that I have been on for decades."

"That's good." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Then Zheng Ren introduced Vice President Yuan and Vice President Guo to Dr. Mehar. Seeing them talking politely, Zheng Ren felt a little bored.

"Boss, the patient has another cardiac arrest!" Su Yun suddenly came over and whispered.