One hour ago, rafferson had just arrived at the Caroline medical school in stockholm.
It would not have taken so long to return to Sweden from the United Kingdom Royal browmpton hospital in Chelsea. However, the storm last night had delayed his flight time, so he had rushed to the venue at the last minute.
Other than him, the other 49 judges from the Sweden Medical University were starting to get anxious. Time was too tight. If there was really a storm in the last hour, even the announcement of the Nobel Prize winner on the website would be affected.
For the eyes of the world and for the Nobel Prize winners, this was an unbearable weight.
Out of respect for the chairman of the review Committee, Dr. Raffson, no one questioned it. However, the venue was filled with whispers.
Dr. Mehal sat quietly in his seat. He felt a little amused when he saw raffson coming to preside over the review even though he was sick.
Over the years, the review Committee had encountered many unexpected things.
For example; a few projects that were on par with each other had each roped in a portion of the judges, but everyone was in a deadlock; For example, the previous Chairman of the evaluation committee ignored the fierce opposition and pulled some of the judges to deny the qualification of the organ transplant to win the Nobel Prize.
These were all in the past, all in history. The knowledgeable committee members had never seen an award ceremony being held while breathing in oxygen, not to mention hosting a conference while breathing in oxygen like Dr. Rafson.
Due to age and physical reasons, judges could apply for absence if they could not take it anymore, but rafferson used his actions to express his determination.
Even when the organizing committee began to urge them and the other awards were calling to inform the winners, the conference under rafferson’s lead was still going on.
After the committee’s preliminary selection, there weren’t many projects that could enter the Nobel Prize list. In previous years, there would be 20 to 30 items. This year, only 12 items had entered the final review.
In the past, the disputes at the Nobel Prize conferences were very intense, and it would take two or three days to balance the interests of all parties. However, this year’s evaluation was surprisingly simple. They passed each project without much trouble.
The door was closed, and no one knew what was happening inside. It was tradition to keep the process of each review confidential.
Dr. Raffson’s assistant and two doctors also stayed outside the meeting room. The assistant was a little worried, and he kept walking around. Every time he wanted to knock on the door, he would hesitate for a long time before finally giving up.
Because of professor raffson’s insistence, they arrived at the venue at the last minute. Time was of the essence and he could not afford to delay.
Another familiar person patted him on the shoulder and began to communicate.
“Alexander, you look like a wild cat in heat. What’s wrong?”
Dr. Raffson’s assistant, Alexander Hamilton, was not in the mood to chat with the man. He said worriedly,””Fu er, the doctor just pulled out his chest tube yesterday, and the symptoms of chest tightness and shortness of breath are getting worse and worse. I’m worried that he won’t be able to hold on. If he faints …”
“My God!” “Why didn’t they do the video conference on the bed?” the man asked in surprise.”Technology is so advanced now. There’s no need for Dr. Raffson to come personally.”
Alexander Hamilton sighed. There were some things he couldn’t say.
Why did Dr. Rafferson personally come to preside over the meeting? He was always by the doctor’s side, so he knew what happened.
Who else could it be other than that young and arrogant doctor in the capital?
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This was the doctor’s way of showing his respect, whether it was to the arrogant doctor far away in the capital or to the prehistoric crocodile-like big family hidden under the ice sea, he had to show respect.
But … Hamilton sighed. The doctor was risking his life to do this, wasn’t it a bit too much?
Dr. Raffson wasn’t in good condition, and he was still breathing oxygen. Although he wasn’t a doctor, Hamilton still knew the doctor’s condition from the conversation between the two doctors.
The doctor guessed that there was hydrillosis, which was pressing on the lungs, causing breathing difficulty. She needed to do an emergency ultrasound positioning, and then the effusion would be drawn out through puncture to alleviate the symptoms.
But time was so tight, and a storm on the English Channel forced the doctor to rush to the venue.
He looked nervously at the tightly shut door of the conference room. His heart was beating wildly. Hamilton had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.
Hopefully, hopefully, the voting would end soon. Who cared who would win this year’s Nobel Prize?
“Alexander, relax. There won’t be a problem.” Faul comforted the anxious Alexander Hamilton.
However, there was no use in comforting her. The power of words was so pale in the face of hydriasis and breathing difficulties.
As time passed, the tightly shut door was like the airtight lead door of the operating room, not moving at all.
Unlike the operating room, there was no lead glass to look inside, so no one knew what happened in the hall.
Looking at the tightly shut door, Alexander Hamilton was as anxious as a patient’s family. He kept walking around, but his eyes were fixed on the door.
The two doctors behind Hamilton were already ready for first aid. They carried first aid kits and rushed in as soon as the door opened.
After some time, the heavy door opened silently, and the Secretary who was in charge of the meeting minutes rushed out.
Alexander Hamilton had been watching the door the whole time. He rushed in immediately.
The two of them crashed into each other, and their noses bled.
Without Secretary Guan’s complaint, Hamilton covered his nose and rushed to Dr. Raffson.
The doctor’s breathing was rapid, his lips were slightly cyanosis, and oxygen seemed to be unable to enter the blood and oxygen exchange. No matter how much oxygen he inhaled, it was useless.
Hamilton called two doctors and quickly pushed Dr. Raffson out, ready to extract the thoracic cavity.
As he was about to leave, he vaguely saw Dr. Mehall, who was sitting in the front row, waving his hand as if he was blessing Dr. Raffson.
The venue was very quiet. It wasn’t like in previous years, where some people were happy and some people were angry.
Everyone quietly sat in their seats as they watched professor raffson being pushed away and the Secretary rushing out to make a phone call.
Everyone needs to digest everything that has happened recently, especially today’s awards.
The times had changed. This was the common thought that everyone had.
One of the doors was opened, but the other was still tightly shut.
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