The Surgeon's Studio

Stockholm, Sweden.

Professor Germany Wagner was dressed in a suit. At this moment, he was no longer the rich man from Haicheng or 912. He had returned to his original demeanor of an elite doctor at the Affiliated Hospital of the University of heideburg.

It was just that he had been a little nervous during this period of time, and he was restless like an ant on a hot pan.

All the work had been completed, and the standard materials that he had worked hard for the past year had been handed in.

After leaving the imperial capital, the professor had been flying between stockholm and Europe and the United States, visiting every judge and Nobel Prize winner who was still alive to make his final effort.

There was a slight change in the judges 'attitude, which the professor could clearly sense. The perfunctory, reproachful, and disdainful comments he had expected were few and far between. Almost everyone responded with warm words, and even the most conservative and stubborn judges looked very kind.

Things were going very smoothly, so smoothly that it was like a beautiful dream.

But because of this, the professor was a little scared. He was afraid that it was all fake, and when he woke up, he found himself still lying in his home in Hyde Castle.

The closer it was to the Nobel Prize judging day, the more nervous the professor became, and the more he criticized his boss.

This was such a big matter, yet the boss didn't come personally. This was really too much. The professor's complaints grew when he saw the nominees of the biology award visit the judges humbly.

He knew that he had only seen a small portion of the people. Even if the recommended person didn't come, the relevant recommenders were constantly walking around to get the support of others.

However, professor Rudolph Wagner only grumbled a little in his heart. His boss's position in his heart was unshakeable. It was not because of a Nobel Prize recommendation, but because of the admiration accumulated from every surgery he performed.

The professor knew very well that this was his boss's project, and he was just an extremely lucky child who got on the train to win the Nobel Prize. The driver was the boss, and he would always be the boss.

It wasn't until professor raffson went to the imperial capital to give a lecture a few days ago that professor Rudolph Wagner stopped complaining about his boss and gave his boss endless praise!

Does the boss need to visit the judges? If it was half a year ago, he might still need it, but now, there was no need at all!

The Chairman of the Board of the Biology and Medicine award personally went to the capital to give a lecture, so professor Rudolph Wagner could vaguely guess what he was thinking.

Especially with all the "rumors" that had been spreading recently, the professor was confident that he would win the Nobel Prize this year.

Professor Rudolph Wagner was prepared to visit professor rafson as soon as he returned from the imperial capital. He wanted to determine the possibility of winning the Nobel Prize from the Chairman's hints.

However, what happened next once again exceeded the professor's expectations.

Brother Yun told him that professor raffson had left the capital and returned to China, but when professor Rudolph Wagner came to visit, he was told that professor raffson was not there.

It was as if professor raffson had disappeared into thin air. No matter who he asked, he couldn't get the details.

At this point, the professor was going crazy. He didn't dare to contact his boss again, as he knew his boss's temper. The professor guessed that professor rafson must have had a bad deal with the boss.

The professor could even imagine how Brother Yun had ridiculed Dr. Raffson in a sharp tone, and how the doctor had left the capital in a fit of anger and refused to see him after returning.

They were already at the last step, how could they do this so easily? the professor was worried that his boss would come to Sweden and apologize to professor rafson. However, the professor knew that it was impossible.

This year's judging process was a few days earlier than previous years. The literature Prize's judging committee began in early October.

Judging behind closed doors, it was said that they argued every day until their faces and ears were red.

Professor Rudolf Wagner listened to the news carefully, but he couldn't find Dr. Mehal. Everything was in a state of confidentiality.

However, there was no news from the Board of awards for the Biology and Medicine awards. They didn't even know where the Chairman of the Board, Dr. Raffson, was.

The professor spent the days in a daze, not knowing what had happened.

Professor Rudolph Wagner didn't communicate with the people in the capital. He thought that his boss and Brother Yun wouldn't know what he didn't even know when he was in stockholm.

Although Brother Yun kept telling him not to worry and that there was a high chance of winning the award this year, the professor was still anxious.

No one knew what kind of raging waves were hidden under the calm water.

On October 9th, other than the judges for the Medicine and Biology awards, the other awards were confirmed.

The next thing to do was to call the Nobel Prize winner.

Professor Rudolf Wagner still hadn't received any news. He was at a loss and helpless.

Sometimes, the professor even had the illusion that everyone was lying to him. In fact, the review board had already held a secret meeting and decided on the winner of this year's Biology and Medicine award.

It wasn't a project between her boss, herself, or Brother Yun. The final winner was someone else. All the good and evil concealment would cut him off from the news of the Nobel Prize.

Because of this, the professor was extremely depressed. Didn't Brother Yun say that he had a high chance of winning? The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved and helpless he felt. Professor Rudolf Wagner even began to drown his sorrows with alcohol to numb himself.

At night, professor Rudolf Wagner was drinking in a bar.

He liked simple wines, especially the iodine-flavored Laffer. When he drank it, it tasted like surgery. Every time he drank LaVague, he would think of how he had been performing surgeries for the Nobel Prize project over the past year.

"I've worked so hard for a year and left my hometown. I've paid too much." The professor sighed in his heart.

The professor sat alone in the bar and tasted the Raffaele, recalling the experience of the past year. The noise and excitement around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He just wanted to drink alone and quietly taste the taste of surgery.

"Rudolf, are you drinking by yourself?" A hand was placed on professor Rudolf Wagner's shoulder.

It was Raymond Pratt, a professor at the University of Berlin who studied chemistry. It was said that he had been nominated for ten consecutive years, but he missed the Nobel Prize every year.

"Raymond, sit down and have a drink." The professor smacked the table, his voice a little out of control. Under the strong effect of alcohol, he seemed to have forgotten all his worries and worries.

"Rudolph, I heard that your project this year has a high chance of winning the Nobel Prize. I'm so envious. May God bless you." Raymond sat down, his face a little gloomy."Unlike me, there's no hope at all. I don't plan to come next year. Those old fogeys don't know the value of my research results at all. "

"I thought so at first, but ... Sigh. At the very least, you still know some news. I don't even know if the review meeting has been held. " Professor Rudolf Wagner sighed and complained while holding the bottle.

Raymond was stunned for a moment. Professor Rudolph Wagner's words confirmed that the judges were extremely pessimistic about his project. None of the judges he was familiar with had secretly leaked any information to him.

What a pitiful guy. Not only did he not win the Nobel Prize, but there was also no news of him. He could only sit here and drink by himself.

"I heard that they'll be calling tomorrow morning to announce the winner of the Nobel Prize. The website will announce the final News at Noon." Raymond took a big gulp of wine and said,"those damn guys never understand how important my job is. I really don't want to see Lincoln's ugly face after winning the Nobel Prize!"

The professor tried to keep his eyes open and asked with the last of his consciousness,""You're going to call tomorrow? So fast? What's the date today?"

"Rudolph, I think you should go back and have a good sleep." Raymond looked at the professor's bloodshot eyes and said pitifully,""Take a good bath and relax. To hell with the Nobel Prize!"

Professor Rudolph Wagner was in despair. He had to call tomorrow to inform the winner of the Nobel Prize, and he didn't even know if the review meeting was going to be held tonight. He fell into a Deep state of confusion and even felt a little guilty.

He drank bottle after bottle of Laffer, until the professor was drunk and unconscious.

He didn't notice that the reporters had been secretly looking at him. The professor was already immersed in sadness and unable to extricate himself. He was going to call the Nobel Prize winner tomorrow, and the review of the Biology and Medicine awards had already been completed, but he still hadn't received any news.

Damn it, really damn it! How could it be like this! Even though he was drunk, the professor was still cursing in his heart.

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Dr. Mehal stood by the window and looked at the lights in the night sky, as if he was thinking about something.

"Doctor, it's been confirmed that we'll have a meeting tomorrow at 8 am." His assistant opened the latest email on his tablet and said,"

"Oh? Has rafferson finally recovered?"

"Yes, doctor." The female assistant's voice was as cold as ever, like the cold winter snow."There's news from the Royal browmpton hospital in the United Kingdom the pathological diagnosis is clear. It's adenocarcasma. Because it was discovered early, it is estimated that there is no need for chemotherapy after the surgery. "

"I'm really lucky. " Dr. Mehal's voice was very flat, and it was hard to tell if he was feeling regretful or had other emotions.

"Dr. Raffson removed the chest vial this morning and has already boarded the ship."

"Why did you have to rush back? can't you just have a remote conference?" Dr. Mehal muttered, but his eyes were shining with joy and pleasure. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, like a fluttering flag.

"If there's nothing else, I hope you can rest early." The female assistant said.

"I know." "It's been a long time," professor Mehal said with a smile."I can finally see the moment the ice breaks. I think we should drink some wine tonight."

"Your heart can't withstand the stimulation of alcohol. If you insist, I'll inform Madam."

Dr. Mehal waved his hand with a little regret.

The female assistant left, and Dr. Mehal was still standing in front of the window, looking at the night sky of stockholm. That little guy far away in the imperial capital was really not bad. He had originally thought that he would have to pay an extremely high price to fight for a little chance for him, but he did not expect that he would do far beyond his imagination.

Even that old stubborn rafferson had given up on his prejudice and flown directly to the imperial capital. As soon as he thought of this, professor Mehal's smile grew wider.

He could even imagine the feelings of that old geezer when he went to the capital. Zheng was really an interesting person. He had persevered until the end. He put all the pressure on rafferson, forcing him to give up his dignity and go to the capital.

However, rafferson's luck could be considered good, because during this trip to the imperial capital, Zheng had diagnosed him with lung cancer.

Otherwise, it would take another month or so to win the Nobel Prize, and it would be hard to say if his lung cancer would transfer.

Zheng was really a person who had been kissed by God. Dr. Mehal looked into the distance and raised his hand high, as if he was holding a goblet in his hand that was filled with rich wine.

This toast was to victory.