Chapter 1308

A few hours later.

Sweden, Stockholm, Karolinska Institute, central conference room.

Overcast, with occasional showers.

No dawn, no morning sun, everything shrouded in mist, just like the mood of the elderly who had rushed over early.

"Mehari has gone completely mad." An elderly person in a wheelchair came to the small meeting room, speaking unclearly: "He actually wants to be an assistant? Does he still have fond memories of that old lead clothing from twenty years ago?"

"He left an email for the committee, saying this time he will personally prove what is great! Refusing to let clinical techniques win the medical prize is incredibly foolish. I think Mehari's brain has a problem."

"Impossible, could a dislodged coronary artery clot have blocked his anterior cerebral artery, causing problems in the excitement area?"

Most of the elderly present were in their seventies or eighties, looking old and feeble.

Yet their thinking remained active, like flickering flames, shining with bright light.

"Mehari is going too far." One person said: "Every September we solicit nominations, and by February we require all materials to be ready. Yet the little guy he nominated this year still hasn't submitted the surgical data."

"Maybe he knows the clinical technique definitely won't win the Nobel Prize." Another person said: "Just getting a nomination can bring more charitable donations; this happens all the time."

"Mehari wouldn't say that." Everyone, I agree with his view of Mehari. Before, his heart condition was severe, and you all saw it yourself. I think it's a miracle that he can still walk along the tree-lined path. To be honest, I also look forward to that young doctor's growth, after all, my coronary arteries aren't great either.

While they were speaking, Mehari's wife arrived in a wheelchair, pushed by an assistant.

After Mehari's wife entered, the assistant silently withdrew and closed the door.

"Madam, I think you should dissuade Doctor Mehari. He's simply too crazy, wanting to lie on the operating table himself and still act as an assistant." Committee Chair Doctor Lavesen sat at one end of the long table, speaking in a low voice.

He was older than Doctor Mehari, exuding a rotten smell, his voice even sounding dusty.

Mehari's wife sat in the wheelchair, a blanket over her legs; although it was April, she didn't feel hot. Like an old grandmother sitting by a winter fireplace, holding a cat and telling stories.

"No." Mehari's wife said firmly, her voice trembling a little, but it couldn't stop her from expressing her belief: "Mehari always says, no matter how many times you turn around, your buttocks are always behind you. This old proverb I've heard all my life; I'm sick of hearing it from him."

"Dear Madame Mehari, I don't think Doctor Mehari, after going to God's embrace, will be able to see what he couldn't before. He's been seeking a solution to the obstruction of blood turbulence on interventional surgery; that's simply impossible!"

"Heart surgery is especially dangerous; once various almost inevitable intraoperative complications occur, everything will be destroyed."

Several people simultaneously urged him to stop.

"Mehari sent me an email today; I think that's also his reason for persisting." Mehari's wife said: "He says he found the person who can break through blood turbulence, and he wants to fight side by side with him to win the medical prize."

"My God, that's impossible!"

"Blood turbulence? Madam, are you aiming to win this year's physics prize? It's truly regrettable that the Royal Academy of Sciences isn't coming to watch this surgery."

"Madam, don't you find the doctor's actions strange? Turbulence, goodness, that's a study on equal footing with relativity. If someone made a breakthrough in turbulence research, those old fogeys at the Royal Academy of Sciences would surely cry while awarding the physics prize to the researcher, and would never let an LED win the physics prize."

Doctor Lavesen sat silently, not speaking, but calmly observing Mehari's wife's every move.

"The medical prize cannot be awarded to clinical techniques; that's a rule that cannot be broken. I'll be retiring soon, and after that I won't be able to control things, but during my term, clinical techniques must absolutely not win the medical prize."

His inner resolve was as firm as Mehari's.

Regarding the upcoming battle, Lavesen was also full of desire. That old fellow Mehari actually dared to challenge his authority—let him come!

Hearing all the doubts, Mehari's wife didn't speak, but pressed a button.

Her assistant opened the door and came in, holding a laptop.

"I think you've never looked at that little medical website. So my husband specially had me prepare the recording of the recent surgery." Mehari's wife said: "At first I didn't believe it either; that damned turbulence has troubled classical physics for nearly three hundred years."

"Madam, don't you think what you and the doctor are seeing are hallucinations? This is the Karolinska Institute, not the Royal Academy of Sciences! Discussing turbulence here would be less practical than talking about genes, the human immune system's effect on tumors." Doctor Lavesen tapped the table, pointing out the flaws and loopholes in Mehari's wife's words.

Although he's already old, Doctor Lavesen's mind remains sharp, like a young person's.

"You're wrong." Mehari's wife said firmly: "New discoveries make life more beautiful; I wonder if Doctor Lavesen has forgotten this saying?" (Note 1)

"Madam, a surgical technique doesn't count as a new discovery." Doctor Lavesen said coldly.

"God prepares worms for every bird, but doesn't throw them into its beak." Mehari's wife said: "Refusing to understand anything new will only cause the medical prize to decay and fall, becoming a second-rate award, ultimately becoming a disgrace."

At this point, the surgery recording was ready; the assistant respectfully bowed, handed the remote to Mehari's wife, and then left cautiously.

"Interventional surgery, you all understand it. Let the surgery process explain the controversy over turbulence." Mehari's wife stopped stating her previous view, opened the projection, and began playing the surgery recording.

The surgery was quite "simple", just implanting a cardiac pacemaker.

The whole process wasn't edited; it was the complete original procedure, which the medical experts present could understand at a glance.

Although no one understood interventional surgery as deeply as Doctor Mehari and his wife, everyone knew what the key point was.

The guide wire wandered through the blood vessels, super-selective precision, not even touching the blood vessel wall once.

The small conference room fell silent; ten minutes of the surgery passed, yet still no one spoke.

"A few months ago, it was Zheng who performed the surgery on Mehari. I thought he would return to God's embrace. Unexpectedly, it was this hand that kept him." Mehari's wife's voice sounded a bit hoarse and trembling, yet full of tenderness.

"This is a pair of hands kissed by Heaven. I've performed this surgery countless times myself, but none have been as perfect as his. Even before seeing this surgery recording, I never imagined surgery could be done this way!"

"As a professional cardiac interventional physician, I'll give my assessment." Mehari's wife said: "The surgery is simple, but the entire procedure can be called a miracle. I can feel that over the past few months, the operator's understanding of the surgery has made a huge leap."

Mehari's wife trembled, struggling to sit upright: "Back then, everyone marveled that Mehari had gained divine favor, yet in that situation he could still recover basic health."

"But please note, the operator's current level has surpassed that of the grinding technique a few months ago, nearly reaching perfection."

"Mehari knows your stubbornness; he will stake his life to prove to you all what a brilliant new star this is—each of his researches is as groundbreaking as the theories Einstein once put forth."

Technique's Progress will make life more beautiful, isn't this His Excellency Nobel's original intention? Mehari has already continued a beautiful life, and what about everyone here?

Right, I have already found Doctor Olsson of the Royal Academy of Sciences to watch the surgery live broadcast together. At this time, he is preparing the relevant dynamic three-dimensional imaging equipment in my experiment room.

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Note: The Latin inscription on the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine medal.