Chapter 3133: 2929 everything

Originally, His Majesty the King should have stepped back, Zheng Ren bowed to His Majesty, then smiled and politely bowed to the guests all around.

Upon hearing the word nothing, His Majesty the King furrowed his brow.

This isn't humility; the word nothing has many interpretations. Given his previous sentence, could he be saying there is no meaning at all? This is the first time His Majesty the King has heard such an impolite remark at the Nobel Prize award ceremony.

Zheng Ren stood at the N cursor, seeing His Majesty the King stunned, he thought for a moment, stepped back half a step, slightly bowed, then bowed to the audience platform.

As he turned to step down, His Majesty the King suddenly asked, "Zheng, nothing? Completely meaningless?"

He spoke in Swedish, mixing in an English word. The voice was low; only he and Zheng Ren could hear.

Zheng Ren's steps halted, he turned around, his eyes fixed on the King; the N-character cursor was bright and shiny, somewhat dazzling. Like the shadowless lamp on the operating table, Zheng Ren found it somewhat familiar.

Is it meaningless? If it were the Nobel Prize, it should have great significance.

He held the certificate in his left hand and the box in his right hand, his face suddenly showing a plain yet mysterious smile. His arms were level in front of his chest, just like when he had just finished washing his hands and was waiting to go on stage.

He gripped the certificate and the box of the medal firmly with both hands, like a warrior holding a weapon, and slightly raised them.

「everything！」

After saying that, Zheng Ren bowed slightly again, turned and returned to his seat.

His Majesty the King looked at this young Chinese person with a complex gaze; the originally precise ceremony scene, like a Swiss watch, murmured slightly.

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Hua Shi TV was live-streaming the Nobel Prize award ceremony online, and the host was enthusiastically discussing with guests the tips surgical technique that won the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine.

When Zheng Ren and the King were conversing, the host still thought it would be like everyone else—a polite greeting, a handshake, turning away with a smile.

Everyone is like that; for years no one has managed to pull off any tricks here. The focus is on the banquet speech, and the host also hoped that Doctor Zheng would bring a splendid speech like Mr. Mo Yan's.

But…… everything seems somewhat different.

The conversation between the laureate and the King had no microphone amplification, so even the sound couldn't be heard in the broadcast room, let alone simultaneous interpretation.

The script before them seemed slightly different from others; polite, gentle handshakes and friendly conversation were present, yet His Majesty the King stood in place, while Zheng Ren, Doctor Zheng, said an extra sentence and then returned to his seat.

After 3 seconds, His Majesty the King then returned; the host found it strange, but as she was hosting the Nobel Prize award ceremony for the first time, she wondered if it might be some procedure she didn't know, and thus asked.

"Professor Zhang, what did the Swedish King and Doctor Zheng just say? Is this a special procedure for the biology and medicine prize?"

The invited sociology professor Zhang Kai also looked a bit dazed; he frowned, hesitated a moment, then said, "We can't hear the sound; maybe it's just personal friendship."

Personal friendship— that's going too far; the host looked astonished at Sociology Professor Zhang Kai. A doctor from 912, having personal friendship with the King? Sounds unreliable.

In the live broadcast, the band on the second floor began playing a symphony, exactly the time for chatting. Professor Zhang Kai started giving a science popularization talk; before Doctor Zheng won the Nobel Prize, the biology and medicine award could be said to exist in name only, and could simply be called the biology award.

Medicine has become a neglected corner.

A voice came through the host's earpiece; it was the chief director, telling the host they were chatting and looking for a language expert to translate colloquial speech.

"Professor Zhang, do you mean that before this only biology research achievements could win the Nobel Prize, and medicine has already been neglected? Is that how I should understand it?"

"Medicine is built upon basic science, especially in Ou American countries, where medicine is quite developed." Zhang Jiaoshou said offhandedly, this was just to buy time, waiting for the symphony to finish before he could catch his breath.

"The Nobel Prize places even more emphasis on basic research."

"But as the foundation of all sciences, mathematics has no prize."

"There's also a secret to mention, which I believe everyone already knows. Turning back to medicine, advances in biology have let us see the extension of human lifespan, and diseases once thought incurable have been cured. Of course, countless people in the medical field have contributed, but for the Nobel Prize, which places greater emphasis on basic research, I believe Doctor Zheng's winning this time is a miracle."

"A miracle?"

"It's not that our countrymen won the Nobel Prize; Doctor Zheng's Nobel Prize means that clinical techniques, sealed for decades, might finally gain recognition." Zhang Jiaoshou laughed, "Actually I think this is correct; at no time should we overlook the existence of clinical physicians."

"Yes, yes, when we see a doctor we always have to face them; who wouldn't hope to meet a doctor with high skill and medical ethics?"

"I didn't mean that," Professor Zhang Jiaoshou said after thinking, very seriously: "Our domestic medical care can be said to have reached the best standard for people of equal income worldwide; although there are shortcomings in high-end medicine and treating rare diseases, data such as per capita critical care beds lag far behind world advanced levels, amounting to only one-third of Germany's, but a group of technical backbone led by Doctor Zheng is catching up."

Professor Zhang Jiaoshou's remarks were moderate and balanced, absolutely not putting forward any sharp viewpoints, but rather starting from satisfying pride and doing as much science popularization as possible.

At this moment, the chief director's voice came through the host's earpiece; she pressed her hand to the earpiece, listening intently. Professor Zhang Jiaoshou, being sensible, stopped speaking, and he vaguely guessed what it was.

Just now in the interview, actually there was hardly any substantive content; Professor Zhang Jiaoshou was also very interested in what Doctor Zheng had actually said, which caused His Majesty the King's abnormal behavior.

Listening closely, the two forgot they were on live broadcast; soon the host's complexion turned somewhat odd, she forced out a smile, hoping to quickly return to normal.

"Professor Zhang, is the orchestra currently playing a C minor sonata? During each award intermission, what music is usually performed?"

Hearing the host directly change the topic, Professor Zhang Jiaoshou was startled; he immediately realized that perhaps Doctor Zheng had said something inappropriate, so the host sensibly avoided mentioning it altogether.

He kept talking nonsense, buying time, while in his mind he recalled how Doctor Zheng last held the certificate in one hand and the box in the other, making a strange double-fisted gesture, as if uttering a single word.

That action was simple yet full of the force of speaking out; it wasn't like apologizing after misspeaking, but rather a firm expression of some belief.

Just from the lip movement, it seemed like a single word, as if he were saying 'everything?'