Chapter 1317: with translation of chapter title

The water cup shattered from resonance, and clean water spilled all over the table.

Because of Doctor Olsson's passionate, high-pitched words, the sound of the water cup shattering was so insignificant that it did not deal a fatal blow to the hearts of the elderly.

Doctor Lavesen watched the clear water on the table before him continuously spread, like blood in a Blood Vessel, laminar flow colliding to form turbulence, he seemed to have become foolish, silently staring off.

"This is the most perfect masterpiece, full of steampunk… no, it's the precision and mystery of future high technology." Doctor Olsson gestured wildly and said: "Lord Lavesen, if this year's physics prize is not awarded to the last piece of the puzzle of classical physics, then it's the end of the world!"

"..." Doctor Lavesen froze for a moment, he heard a determination from Doctor Olsson's tone.

This is not a threat, nor a means, but a kind of fervor.

He truly wants to award the physics prize to a doctor, not joking!

Basic physics research actually being awarded to a project nominated for a medical prize left Doctor Lavesen feeling somewhat bewildered.

Things changed too fast, beyond expectation, like having a strange dream.

Could Doctor Mei Ha'er and his wife really be that crazy? This thought, as soon as it arose, was nipped in the bud by Doctor Lavesen.

It's not madness; it's a genuine breakthrough in basic research!

Logically, when basic research achieves a breakthrough, the first to invest are physics projects that spare no cost or expense; yet this time, how did it appear in the medical industry?

And it's the medical industry driving basic research?

The medical industry belongs to applied fields; can it accomplish what even classical physics cannot?

Great Newton, Einstein, Maxwell, Bohr, Galileo… would they agree?

"Lord Olsson, you're not joking, are you?" Doctor Lavesen decided to test further, "Without sufficient theoretical basis, even within the allotted time..."

"My dear Doctor Lavesen, in the face of the last piece of classical physics appearing, any reason is dull and unfounded." Doctor Olsson continued waving his hands, his face flushed red, "This is the moment classical physics is completed; I will not let it slip away from before my eyes."

"Isn't your assumption too optimistic?" Doctor Lavesen asked calmly.

"I know, the final completion of classical physics may still require a century of exploration. But as long as there is a correct direction, that is enough. I firmly will not allow, decades later, others to award the physics prize to that scientist whose hands have been kissed by Heaven." Doctor Olsson said fervently, not noticing the ugly faces of the medical prize judges present.

Such a thing has never happened in Nobel Prize judging.

Applying for one award, but ending up receiving another.

If it's really a stretch, then it's fine.

But many medical prize judges saw only Doctor Olsson's fervent gaze and incoherent expression.

They all knew that if Doctor Olsson managed to take it, a physics prize would surely be gone.

It sounds especially like a fairy tale, but Aoersen stands before us, his eyes full of bloodshot veins, filled with the light of fervor. This all shows his deep inner desire, unhidden.

He is not joking, absolutely not.

Is doing this really good? Doctor Lavesen stared in astonishment at the nearly insane Aoersen.

Just in that moment, he had an idea.

"Doctor Olsson, please quiet down a bit." Doctor Lavesen said slowly, letting the clear water flow down onto his trousers, as if his prostate had enlarged to the point of urinary incontinence.

"Huh?" Doctor Olsson stared at him in astonishment.

"We are discussing whether Doctor Zheng's TIPS Surgery has a chance to win the medical prize. Now I can definitely tell you, his surgery is exceptionally good, and the technique is mature. We will further screen and observe. This project has nothing to do with the physics prize." Doctor Lavesen said almost word by word.

"Impossible!" Aoersen roared, it's hard to believe such a huge roar comes from a man in his sixties, "You moldy monsters, how could you break the rule that the medical prize is not awarded to clinical techniques?"

"This has nothing to do with you." Doctor Lavesen said lightly.

"Even if I let His Majesty the King make the final verdict, I will surely persist." Doctor Olsson roared, "This is a major discovery that would overturn the physics prize...

Doctor Lavesen didn't hear a word of what followed.

He still refused to give the TIPS Surgery method a Nobel Prize, but he also didn't want to obtain a recommended item for the medical prize; in the end he actually received something weightier… or rather, the heaviest weight in the Nobel Prize, the physics prize.

If that's the case, where would I put this old face of mine?

That boring media will surely spout nonsense, talking about the Nobel Prize judges' shady dealings and such.

A few years ago, a certain award was vacant for a year, causing an uproar worldwide. Such a thing, Doctor Lavesen did not want to happen to himself.

He is already over eighty; he does not want a blemish on his record.

If that were the case, Doctor Lavesen was certain that even after his death, the coffin lid couldn't be closed.

"Doctor Olsson, I think I need to consider this carefully." Doctor Lavesen said: "You're simply too noisy; this is the medical school, or rather please return to the Royal Academy of Sciences. Let us calm down and discuss this matter slowly.

Aoersen still wanted to say something, when Mehari's wife suddenly gestured and said: "Doctor, everything will wait until Mehari returns before we speak again."

"That would take a long time." Doctor Olsson said unwillingly.

"Please trust my judgment; the surgery was extremely successful, with the longest recovery period being no more than one week." Mehari's wife smiled, a ray of sunlight streamed in through the window, shining on her face, emitting a holy light.

"Doctor Mei Ha'er is a true fighter, and I also really want to hear his judgment on the surgeon's technique." Doctor Olsson muttered.

"I think if you complete the relevant model, you would need at least one month.

"No, madam, one month is absolutely not enough; even half a year might not be sufficient to build a similar model, turbulence..." Aoersen said this, feeling somewhat disheartened.

"It will get better, everything will work out, right?" Mehari's wife said with a smile.

Afterward, she pressed the call button, and her assistant knocked and entered.

"Doctor Lavesen, regarding the TIPS Surgery matter, you still need to consider it carefully; as for the specific results, we will wait until Mehari returns to discuss." Mehari's wife said this as she was leaving.

Watching Mehari's wife leave, Doctor Lavesen only then noticed the water stain on his trousers.

"Damn it!" Doctor Lavesen kept wiping the stain with a handkerchief, yet still left a puddle of urinary incontinence.