Chapter 3132

Chang Yue and they just go up from this side. Su Yun and Zheng Ren said.

Upstairs is the main hall, right?

Hmm, we need to go backstage.

Walking on the red carpet, Zheng Ren had a very subtle feeling, not so much sacred and excited, but more of a desire to return to 912. Walking in the corridor of the Operating Room, it seemed to make him feel more grounded.

Inside is the famous Blue Hall, the traditional awarding hall of the Nobel Prize, where the ceremony and banquet are held. At the banquet, you need to give a speech; have you thought about what to say?

Zheng Ren shook his head, peered inside, but saw no blue, and asked, "Why is it called the Blue Hall?"

When it was designed, they applied ocean-colored mosaic; during acceptance of the raw structure, they felt it was good, no need to change, so the name Blue Hall stuck. I heard from a guide when I came A Few Years Ago, true or false unknown, just take it as true. Su Yun laughed.

Zheng Ren carefully observed that the lintel carving of the Blue Hall was extremely fine; the organ speaker above the door had hundreds of pipes, each clearly visible, and a lot of effort went into its construction.

Shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with the other Nobel Prize laureates, Zheng Ren saw his Energy Value had dropped by more than half, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Boss, when you go on stage to receive the award, where is your banquet speech? Su Yun asked.

I left the hotel. Zheng Ren said expressionlessly.

You wouldn't repeat Mr. Mo Yan's whole set again, would you? I think it's fine.

Normally speaking, repeating once is the most economical. Zheng Ren said, "If possible, I would definitely do that."

Cut the nonsense, get ready.

Not in a hurry, it officially starts at 4:30. Zheng Ren, bored, hid in a corner. Watching Professor Rudolf Wagner flit about like a social butterfly, he found everything rather dull.

Look, the island country person is wearing a kimono; Boss, should you wear hanfu? Su Yun whispered to an island country Nobel laureate.

Tailcoat and bow tie are fine; formality doesn't matter. Zheng Ren said.

Tch, who was it yesterday, staying up all night just to stamp a few characters in the snow! Now formality doesn't matter? How fragrant! Su Yun said disdainfully.

It's fine, how can the Nobel Prize compare to Yi Ren? Zheng Ren said calmly.

Loving beauties over the realm, bravo! Su Yun's mocking smile overflowed.

Zheng Ren obviously didn't agree with those words, he shook his head.

If you don't want to say, then don't; it's nothing. I guess Lafusen will be speaking on stage, then the king will present you the award, a certificate, a box with the medal, you just need to say a couple of polite words and come back. Su Yun said, "But not saying a few words is really like walking at night in fine clothes."

Think carefully about how to perform ECMO surgery on Xiao Shitou when we go back, do the surgery well, it's much better than this fake glory here. Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Su Yun shrugged his shoulders; for his Boss, a single-threaded monster, there are many more things he can access and ponder. Do these two things have an impact? Su Yun's answer is definitely negative.

At 16:30, the band's rendition of the Swedish national anthem came from the front desk. Zheng Ren stood attentively; unlike the Olympics, he couldn't hear the March of the Volunteers, which seemed a bit regrettable.

A few minutes later, a usher wearing a strange hat led the crowd in. Zheng Ren adjusted his tailcoat, followed after the physics and chemistry prize winners, and stepped to the tune of Mozart's waltz onto what others saw as his moment in the spotlight.

The second floor is the ballroom, also known as the famous Golden Hall, reaching a depth of 25 meters. Zheng Ren entered and saw that the gaudy gold color was truly admirable, with golden light flashing before his eyes. Looking closely, those glints came from small gold-colored mosaic tiles, each several centimeters in size.

Come on. Su Yun pushed Zheng Ren from behind.

Uh... oh.

These mosaics are made by sandwiching a gold foil between two pieces of white glass and firing them; the whole hall used 18 million pieces. They're not proper gold bricks; yesterday I had you come to look first, but you didn't, and now you're dazed. Su Yun whispered, "Don't embarrass yourself, hurry up and take a seat."

Applause thundered below; Zheng Ren glanced at Yi Ren, who had linked arms with Lin Wan and was waving her arms. At that moment, Zheng Ren finally showed a smile.

The inlaid painting at the position of the presidium is the most famous; the big-eyed woman holding a crown and scepter in the middle is the protector goddess of Stockholm, Mälaren goddess.

"It is said that her throne floats on Merelan Lake in front of the door, with a crowd of people surging toward her on each side, the right side Westerners, the left side Easterners, meaning that people all over the world aspire to Stockholm." Su Yun whispered her introduction.

Sitting in a chair, listening to the chairman of the judging committee's remarks, then the chairman of the physics review committee's speech, afterwards this year's physics prize winner went up on stage and received a black booklet and a box from the king's hand.

The two shook hands, exchanged a few friendly words, and then the physics prize winner left.

It turned out that he really didn't need to give a speech on stage; the speech referred to was probably at the later banquet, and Zheng Ren immediately felt relieved.

Between each segment there were musical interludes and arias; Zheng Ren listened, growing drowsy. He simply lacked the artistic sense and could not truly appreciate this kind of beauty.

As Doctor Lafusen took the stage, Zheng Ren finally perked up. Doctor Lafusen's System Panel had turned a faint red; the effectiveness of early tumor treatment was still good, and his voice when speaking did not feel tight or short of breath.

He began to speak with a smile, extremely elegantly, explaining the significance of the TIPS Surgery. How many hepatitis B patients worldwide, how many patients with end-stage liver cirrhosis, how much change the improved surgery brings, how many lives it can save.

Listening to Doctor Lafusen's speech, Zheng Ren felt a sense of absurdity. At that time, it was he who kept obstructing; even with Mei Ha'er's help, if it weren't for a chance encounter with Old Luo, this year's Nobel Prize would probably have no hope.

Meanwhile, Doctor Lafusen stood on the stage, elaborating at length on the significance of the TIPS Surgery.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Zheng Ren's mouth—not a smirk, not ridicule, the smile was plain, as if he were looking at the frozen Merelan Lake in front of the city hall.

A few minutes later, Doctor Lafusen finished his speech; Zheng Ren stood up, walked into the N-shaped light and shadow, and saw His Majesty the King holding a black booklet and a box as he approached.

"Zheng, your work is very meaningful."

The two shook hands, and Zheng Ren heard His Majesty the King say with a smile.

"Meaning?"

In an instant, Zheng Ren thought of many things. Images flashed through his mind; Zheng Ren smiled, gently moved his hand holding His Majesty the King's, then let go, saying, "Meaning?"

This sentence was spoken in Chinese, and then Zheng Ren saw His Majesty the King stare for a moment.

"\"Nothing. \" Zheng Ren said firmly.