Chapter 2654: with translation of chapter title

2555.2458 two doors (Alliance Leader wind and sand dance across the sky extra chapter 3)

1 hour ago, Lafusen just arrived at Karolinska Institute.

Returning from the Yingguo Royal Brompton Hospital in Chelsea to Sweden, it originally shouldn't have taken this long. But last night a storm delayed the travel time; he rushed desperately and managed to arrive at the venue at the last minute.

Apart from him, the 49 Swedish medical university review experts have already begun to feel somewhat anxious. Time is too tight; with the last hour, if there really is any disturbance, I'm afraid even the website's announcement of the Nobel Prize winners could be affected.

This is an unbearable burden for the global spotlight and for the Nobel Prize.

Out of respect for the committee chair, Doctor Lavesen, no one questioned it; however, the venue was filled with murmuring discussion that never ceased.

Doctor Mei Ha'er sat quietly in his seat; seeing Doctor Lavesen come to preside over this review despite his illness, he found it somewhat funny.

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

For example, when several evenly matched projects each lobbied a portion of the reviewers, leading to a deadlock; for example, the previous committee chair, disregarding the fierce opposition, pulled a subset of reviewers to deny organ transplantation eligibility for the Nobel Prize.

These are all past, all history. The well-informed review committee members have never seen anyone conduct the awards while on oxygen at the venue, never once, let alone someone like Doctor Lavesen presiding over the conference while on oxygen.

Because of age and health, reviewers who cannot endure can apply for absence, but Lavesen expressed his determination through action.

Until the organizing committee began urging, and the other awards had already started notifying winners by phone, the conference chaired by Lavesen was still proceeding tensely.

After the committee's preliminary screening, the list of items that can enter the Nobel Conference is not large. In previous years, when there were many, there would be 20-30 items; this year only 12 items entered the final review.

In past Nobel Conferences, the debates were extremely intense; without two or three days, it was impossible to balance all interests. But this year's review was surprisingly simple, each item passing smoothly without a ripple.

The doors were closed; no one knew what was happening inside. Every review process is confidential, which is tradition.

Following Doctor Lavesen's assistant and two doctors also remained outside the conference room; the assistant was somewhat worried, pacing back and forth. Each time he thought about knocking on the door, he would hesitate for a long time, ultimately giving up in defeat.

Because of Doctor Lavesen's persistence, he rushed desperately and managed to arrive at the venue at the last minute. Time was already tight; there could be no delay.

Another acquaintance patted his shoulder and struck up a conversation.

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

Doctor Lavesen's assistant Alexander Hamilton had no mood for small talk with that person, he said anxiously: "Fu'er, the doctor just had his chest tube removed yesterday; along the way, his symptoms of chest tightness and shortness of breath have been worsening. I'm worried he won't be able to hold up, if he passes out…"

"My God!" that person exclaimed in surprise: "Why not hold a video conference from the hospital bed? With technology so advanced now, there's absolutely no need for Doctor Lavesen to personally come to the scene."

Alexander Hamilton sighed; some things still cannot be said.

Why must Doctor Lavesen personally come to preside over the meeting? He has always been by the doctor's side, and he knows whatever happened.

Besides that young, arrogant doctor far away in Di Du, who else could it be!

This is the doctor's way of showing respect—whether to that arrogant doctor far away in Di Du, or to the great clan hidden beneath the iceberg sea like a prehistoric giant crocodile, respect must be shown.

But…… Hamilton sighed; the doctor risking his life to do this—isn't it a bit excessive?

Doctor Lavesen's condition is not good; he is still on oxygen. Although not a doctor, Hamilton listened to the two doctors' conversation along the way and still has some understanding of the doctor's condition.

The doctors estimate there is pleural effusion; the fluid compresses the lungs, causing breathing difficulty. They need an emergency ultrasound to locate it, then draw out the fluid via puncture to relieve the symptoms.

But time is so tight; a storm in the English Channel forced the doctor to rush nonstop to the venue.

He nervously stared at the tightly shut conference room doors, his heart racing wildly; Hamilton had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

Hope, hope the vote ends soon—no matter who wins this year's Nobel Prize.

"Alexander, relax a bit, there won't be any problems." Fu'er comforted the anxious Alexander Hamilton.

But comfort is useless; the power of words is so pale under pleural effusion and breathing difficulty.

Time ticked by second by second; the tightly shut doors were like the airtight lead door of an operating room, completely still.

Unlike an operating room, here there is no lead glass to look inside; no one knows what is happening in the venue.

Gazing at the tightly shut doors, Alexander Hamilton was as anxious as a patient's family member. He kept pacing back and forth, his eyes fixed firmly on the doors.

The two doctors behind Hamilton had already made emergency preparations; they held their first-aid kits, ready to rush in as soon as the doors opened.

After who knows how long, the heavy doors opened silently; the secretary taking the minutes rushed out.

Alexander Hamilton had been watching the doors; he rushed in at the first moment.

The two collided, and blood flowed from their noses.

Without waiting for the secretary's complaint, Hamilton covered his nose and rushed straight to Doctor Lavesen beside the podium.

The doctor's breathing was rapid, his lips slightly bluish; oxygen seemed unable to enter the blood-gas exchange—no matter how much he inhaled, it was useless.

Hamilton called the two doctors, and in a hurry pushed Doctor Lavesen out to prepare for drawing out the pleural fluid.

As they were about to leave, he vaguely saw Doctor Mei Ha'er in the front row raise his hand, as if blessing Doctor Lavesen.

The venue was very quiet, unlike previous years after selecting the Nobel Prize winners, when some were happy and pleased while others were furious.

Watching Doctor Lavesen being pushed out, watching the secretary rush out to make a call, everyone sat silently in their original seats.

Everything that has happened recently, especially today's review, everyone needs to digest it properly.

The times have changed; this is a shared thought among everyone.

One door opened, but another door remained tightly shut.