The Surgeon's Studio

The cup exploded due to the resonance, and the water spilled all over the table.

Because of Olsen's passionate and high - pitched words, the sound of the glass breaking was so insignificant that it did not cause a fatal blow to the hearts of the old people.

Dr. Raffson looked at the water on the table in front of him spreading like blood in a blood vessel. The laminar flow collided and formed a turbulent flow. He was like a fool, quietly lost in thought.

"This is the most perfect masterpiece. It's filled with steampunk ... No, it's the precision and mystery of future technology." "Mr. Rafson, if this year's Physics Prize isn't given to the last piece of the puzzle for classical physics, then it will be the end of the world!" Olsen said while waving his hands and feet.

"..." Rafson was stunned for a moment. He could hear the determination in Olsen's tone.

This wasn't a threat, nor was it a trick. It was a kind of fanaticism.

He really wanted to give the physics award to a doctor, he wasn't joking!

Basic physics Research was actually awarded to a project nominated for the medicine award.

Things had changed too quickly and exceeded his expectations. It was as if he had just had a strange dream.

Could it be that Dr. Mehal and his wife were really that crazy? Professor raffson immediately killed this thought.

He wasn't crazy, he really had a breakthrough in his basic research!

Logically speaking, when a breakthrough was made in basic research, the first thing to be invested in was physics projects that didn't care about the cost. But this time, why did he appear in the medical industry?

And it was the medical industry that drove basic research?

The medical industry was an application industry. Could it do what classical physics couldn 't?

The great Newton, Einstein, Maxwell, Bohr, Galileo ... Would they agree?

"Sir Orson, you must be joking." Rafferson decided to test it out again."There's no sufficient theoretical basis, and even within the specified time ..."

"My Dear Dr. Rafferson, in the face of the last piece of the puzzle of classical physics, any reason is dry and boring." Dr. Olsen continued to wave his hands, his face red."This is the moment when classical physics is completed. I will not allow it to drift away from my eyes."

"Aren't you being a little too optimistic?" Dr. Raffson asked calmly.

"I know, the completion of classical physics may take another 100 years of exploration. However, as long as he was heading in the right direction, it was enough. I won't allow anyone else to give this scientist a physics award after his hands were kissed by God. " Olsen spoke fanatically and did not notice the ugly expression on the faces of the judges for the medicine award.

This kind of thing had never happened before in the judging panel of the Nobel Prize.

He had declared a certain award, but in the end, he won another.

If it was too much, then forget it.

However, the judges of the medicine award only saw Olsen's fanatical gaze and incoherent speech.

They all knew that if Olsen won the prize, he would definitely win a Physics Prize.

It sounded like a fairy tale, but Olsen was standing right in front of him. His eyes were bloodshot and filled with a fanatical glow. All of this showed the desire in the depths of his heart, and he did not hide it at all.

He was not joking, definitely not.

Was this really a good idea? Rafflson looked at Olsen, who was on the verge of going crazy, in shock.

In an instant, he had an idea.

"Dr. Olsen, please be quiet." Rafson said slowly, letting the water flow down onto his pants, as if his prostate was so big that he was peeing.

"What?" Dr. Olsen looked at him in shock.

"We were just discussing whether doctor Zheng's TIPS technique has a chance of winning a medical award. Now, I can tell you with certainty that he performs surgery very well, and he is very mature in his surgical methods. We will further screen and observe. This project has nothing to do with the physics Prize. " Rafferson said word by word.

"Impossible!" Olsen roared in anger. It was hard to believe that such a loud roar came from an old man in his sixties,"you bunch of moldy monsters, how could you break the rule that the medicine award is not awarded to clinical skills?"

"This has nothing to do with you." Rafferson said indifferently.

"Even if it's His Majesty the king who makes the final decision, I'll still persist." Dr. Olsen roared,"this is a major discovery that subverts the physics Prize ..."

But he didn't listen to the rest of the conversation.

In his heart, he still refused to win the Nobel Prize for the TIPS surgery. However, he did not want to win the physics Prize, which was the most important prize in the Nobel Prize, for a recommendation that was given to him by the medicine Prize.

If that was the case, where would he put his old face?

The bored media would definitely make a big fuss about the dark dealings of the Nobel Prize judges.

A few years ago, a certain award had been left empty for a year, causing an uproar in the world. Professor raffson didn't want this to happen to him.

He was already over 80 years old, and he didn't want to have any black spots in his history.

If that was the case, he was sure that his coffin wouldn't be able to be closed after he died.

"Dr. Olsen, I think I need to think about it carefully." "You're too noisy,"said rafferson." This is a medical school. Please return to the Royal Academy of Sciences. " Let's all calm down and slowly discuss this matter. "

Olsen was about to continue speaking when Madam Mehal suddenly waved her hand and said,""Doctor, let's wait for Mehal to return before we talk about it."

"That will take a long time." Dr. Olsen said unwillingly.

"Please believe in my judgment. The surgery was extremely successful, and the longest recovery period was less than a week." Madam Mehall smiled. A ray of sunlight shone through the window and shone on her face, giving off a holy light.

"Dr. Mehal is a true warrior. I also want to hear his judgment on the techniques of the Arcanist." Dr. Olsen muttered.

"I think you will need at least a month to complete the relevant model."

"No, Madam, one month is definitely not enough. "I might not even be able to build a similar model in half a year. Turbulence ..." When Olsen said this, he was a little frustrated.

"It'll be fine. Everything will be fine, won't it?" Madam Mehall said with a smile.

After that, she pressed the button on the summoner, and her assistant knocked on the door and entered.

"Dr. Raffson, please consider the TIPS surgery carefully. As for the specific results, we'll talk about it when Mehal comes back." Madam Mehall said before she left.

Professor raffson only noticed the water stain on his pants after Mrs. Mehall left.

"Damn it!" Dr. Raffson kept wiping the water with his handkerchief, but there were still traces of urine incontinence.