Chapter 2456 Two Doors

An hour ago, Rafson had just arrived at the Karoline Institute in Stockholm.

Returning to Sweden from the Royal Brompton Hospital in Chelsea should not have taken so long. But a storm last night delayed the voyage, and he hurried to the venue at the last minute.

The 49 reviewers from the Swedish Medical University other than him have begun to feel a little anxious. The time is too tight. In the last hour, if there is any turmoil, I am afraid that the announcement of the Nobel Prize winners on the website will be affected.

This is an unbearable burden for the attention of the world and for the Nobel Prize.

Out of respect for Dr. Raphson, the chairman of the review committee, no one questioned it, but there were endless whispers in the venue.

Dr. Mechal sat quietly in his seat. He thought it was a bit funny to see Raphson coming to preside over this review even though he was sick.

Over the years, the judging committee has encountered many unexpected things.

For example, several well-matched projects each recruited some of the judges, and everyone was at a stalemate; for example, the previous chairman of the jury ignored the surging opposition and pulled some of the judges to deny the qualifications for the Nobel Prize for organ transplantation.

These are the past, all history. The well-informed judges have never seen the event of inhaling oxygen at the venue to judge awards, not even once, let alone presiding over the conference while inhaling oxygen like Dr. Raphson.

Due to age and physical reasons, the judges can apply for absence if they can't support it, but Rafson expressed his determination with actions.

Until the organizing committee began to urge and other awards had been notified by phone to the winners, the conference under the chairmanship of Rafson was still going on intensely.

After the preliminary screening by the committee, there are not many projects that can enter the list of the Nobel Assembly. In previous years, there would be 20-30 projects, but this year only 12 projects entered the final review.

In the past, the disputes at the Nobel Assembly would be very fierce, and it was impossible to balance the interests of all parties within two or three days. But this year's review was surprisingly simple, and the past of each project was uneventful.

The door is closed, and no one knows what happened inside. The process of each review is confidential, as is tradition.

Dr. Raphson's assistant and two doctors also stayed outside the conference room. The assistant was a little worried, and he kept walking around. Every time I wanted to knock on the door, I hesitated for a long time, and finally gave up.

Because of Dr. Raphson's insistence, he hurried to the venue at the last minute. Time is running out and there must be no delay.

Another acquaintance patted him on the shoulder and began to communicate.

"Alexander, you look like a wild cat in heat, what's wrong?"

Dr. Raphson's assistant, Alexander Hamilton, was not in the mood to chat with the man. He said worriedly: "Fall, Dr. just had a chest tube removed yesterday, and the symptoms of chest tightness and shortness of breath became more and more severe along the way. I'm worried that he won't be able to hold on." , if you faint..."

"My God!" The man said in surprise, "Why don't you conduct a video conference on the hospital bed? Now that technology is so advanced, there is no need for Dr. Raphson to come to the scene in person."

Alexander Hamilton sighed, some things still cannot be said.

Why did Dr. Raphson come to chair the meeting in person? He has been by the doctor's side all the time, and he knows what happened.

Who else could it be because of that young and arrogant young doctor far away in the imperial capital!

This is for the doctor to express his respect, whether it is to the arrogant doctor far away in the imperial capital, or to the big prehistoric crocodile-like family hidden under the iceberg sea.

But...Hamilton sighed, the doctor risked his life to do this, isn't it a bit too much.

Dr. Raphson's condition is not very good, and he is still breathing oxygen. Although not a doctor, Hamilton listened to the conversations of two doctors along the way, and he still had an understanding of the doctor's condition.

The doctor estimated that there was pleural effusion, which pressed the lungs, causing difficulty in breathing. Urgent B-ultrasound positioning is required, and then the effusion is drawn out through puncture to relieve symptoms.

But the time was so tight, a storm in the English Channel caused the doctor to rush to the venue without stopping.

He looked nervously at the closed door of the meeting room, his heart was beating wildly, and Hamilton had a premonition that something bad was about to happen.

Hope, hope that the voting will end soon, whoever will win this year's Nobel Prize.

"Alexander, take it easy, you'll be fine." Fore comforted the restless Alexander Hamilton.

But comfort is useless, the power of words is so pale under the pleural effusion and dyspnea.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the closed door was like the airtight lead door of the operating room, motionless.

Unlike the operating room, there is no leaded glass to look inside, and no one knows what happened in the venue.

Looking at the closed door, Alexander Hamilton was as restless as a family member of a patient. He kept walking up and down, but his eyes were fixed on the door.

The two doctors behind Hamilton had already prepared for first aid. They carried the first aid kit and rushed in as soon as the door opened.

After an unknown amount of time, the heavy door opened silently, and the secretary who took the minutes of the meeting rushed out.

Alexander Hamilton kept his eyes on the gate, and he rushed in the first time.

The two bumped into each other, nosebleed profusely.

Without complaining from the secretary, Hamilton held his nose and rushed directly to Dr. Raphson who was sitting on the rostrum.

The doctor's breathing was short, his lips were slightly cyanotic, and oxygen seemed to be unable to enter the blood oxygen exchange at all, no matter how much oxygen he inhaled, it was useless.

Hamilton greeted two doctors and seized the time to push Dr. Raphson out, preparing to extract pleural effusion.

When he was about to leave, he vaguely saw Dr. Mehar sitting in the front row raising his hand, as if wishing Dr. Raphson a blessing.

The venue was very quiet, unlike previous years when Nobel laureates were selected, some people were happy and others were angry.

Seeing Dr. Raphson being pushed away and the secretary rushing out to make a phone call, everyone sat quietly in their original positions.

Everyone needs to digest everything that happened recently, especially today's awards.

Times have changed, and that's a common thought on everyone's mind.

One door opened, the other remained tightly shut.