v3 Chapter 2450： Wealthy child blindfolded
Sweden, Stockholm.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was wearing a suit and shoes. At this moment, he is no longer Haicheng or the wealthy child with a big mouthful in 912, and has returned to the original doctor of the University Hospital of Heidelberg, Germany.
It's just that he's been a little nervous for a while, restless, like an ant on a hot pot.
All the work has been done, and the standard materials that have been hard for a year have been handed in.
Since DìDū left, the professor has been flying constantly between Stockholm and Europe and the United States, visiting each of the judges and the living Nobel Prize winners, making the final effort for the final sprint.
The judge's attitude has undergone a subtle change, which the professor can clearly perceive. The perfunctory, scornful, and disdainful imagination used to be expected from the beginning has been rare. Almost everyone is right, even the most conservative and stubborn reviewers look kind.
Things are going very well. It's like a dream.
But because of this, the professor was a little scared. He was afraid it was all fake, and when he woke up, he found that he was still lying in Heidelberg's house.
The closer to the date of the Nobel Judging, the more nervous the professor became, and his vilification of his boss gradually increased.
Is it really too much for the boss to come to such a big event in person? In particular, the professor's grievances grew more and more when he saw many of the biology award recipients come to visit the judges with a humble face.
He knew that the people he saw were only a few. Some referees are constantly moving even if the referees do not come, to get the support of others.
But Professor Rudolf Wagner only complained slightly, and the position of the boss in his heart was unshakable. That's not because of a Nobel Prize recommendation project, but because of the admiration accumulated by every heavy lifting operation.
The overwhelming technical level has made the professor particularly aware of this. This is the boss's project. He is just a very lucky child and got on this express train to the Nobel Prize. The driver is the boss, always the boss.
Until Dr. Rafson went to DìDū to give lectures a few days ago, Professor Rudolf Wagner stopped complaining about his boss and gave his boss unlimited praise!
Does the boss need to visit the judges? If it was still needed half a year ago, it is not necessary to switch to now!
The Chairman of the Jury of the Biology and Medicine Award went to DìDū to give a lecture in person, and Professor Rudolf Wagner could vaguely guess what he was thinking.
Especially with the various "rumors" during this period of time, the professor is very confident that he can get the Nobel Prize this year.
Originally waiting for Dr. Rafson to visit the door immediately after he returned from DìDū, Professor Rudolf Wagner was prepared to make observations and determine the possibility of receiving the Nobel Prize this year from the many suggestions of the chairman of the jury.
However, the following developments once again deviated from the professor's expectations.
The news from Yun Geer said that Dr. Rafson had left DìDū to return to China, but Professor Rudolf Wagner was told to be away when he visited.
Dr. Rafson was as if he had disappeared out of thin air, no figure could be found at all. No matter who you ask, you can't ask for specific information.
At this point, the entire professor is crazy. He didn't dare to contact his boss anymore, he knew the boss's temper. And there was speculation in the professor's mind that Dr. Rafson must have talked to his boss when he came to the door.
The professor could even think that Yun Geer taunted Dr. Rafson with a sharp and sharp tone at that time, and the doctor left DìDū in anger, and closed his door and did not see himself.
It ’s all the last step, and I will be able to get things done. Zhang Fei is going through the years. I often worry about whether the boss can come to Sweden. If I apologize to Dr. Rafson, there is still room for relaxation. But this kind of thing is to think about it, the professor knows that it is absolutely impossible.
This year's judging process is a few days earlier than in previous years, and the jury for the Literature Awards began in early October.
Judged behind closed doors, it is said that there are red ears and red ears that are disputed every day.
Professor Rudolf Wagner opened his ears to hear the news. At this time, there was no figure of Dr. Mehar, and everything was kept secret.
It was only the Biology and Medical Awards judging committees that were slow to move, let alone the meeting, even the chairman of the jury, Dr. Rafson, did not know where it was.
The professor spent a day at a loss, and he didn't know exactly what happened.
Without communicating with DìDū, Professor Rudolf Wagner thought that he did not know something in Stockholm, and the boss and Yun Geer would certainly not know.
Although Yun Geer has always said don't worry, there is a high possibility of winning the prize this year, but the professor can't worry.
Under the calm water, I do not know what kind of stormy seas it contains.
On October 9, in addition to the judging of the medical award and the biological award, other awards have been determined.
The next step is to call the Nobel Prize winners.
Professor Rudolph Wagner was still not informed. He was at a loss and helpless.
Even professors sometimes have the illusion that everyone is deceiving themselves. In fact, the jury has held a meeting in secret and has determined the winner of this year's biology and medicine award.
It is not the project of the boss and himself, Yun Geer, the final winner is different. All well-intentioned and malicious concealment cuts off all news about herself and Nobel.
For this reason, the professor was extremely frustrated. Didn't Yun Geer say that the possibility of winning a prize is great? The more he thought, the more he felt wronged, and the more he felt helpless, Professor Rudolph Wagner even began to drink alcohol to sorrow and use alcohol to anesthetize himself.
At night, sitting in the bar, Professor Rudolf Wagner sipped sadly.
He likes simple wines, especially the lavender flavor of iodine, which tastes like surgery when he drinks it. Every time I drink Raffle, I think of the way I have been performing surgery for the Nobel Prize program over the past year.
After working hard for a year, he left his hometown and paid too much. The professor sighed.
The professor sat lonely in the bar and tasted Laughing, sadly remembering the experience of this year. The hustle and bustle around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He just wanted to drink alone and taste the taste of surgery quietly.
"Rudolph, drink yourself?" A hand rested on Professor Rudolph Wagner's shoulder.
It's Raymond Bragg, a professor at the University of Berlin, who studies chemistry. It is said that he has been nominated for ten consecutive years, but every year he misses the Nobel Prize.
"Raymond, sit down and have a drink." The professor patted the table, his voice out of control. Under the powerful effects of alcohol, he seemed to have forgotten all his troubles and sorrows.
"Rudolph, I heard that your project this year is very likely to get a Nobel Prize. I am very envious. I hope God will protect you." Raymond sat down with a gloomy look. No. I am not going to come next year. The old antiques do not even know the value of my research results. "
"I thought so at first, but ... well. At least you know a little bit about it. I didn't even know if the review meeting was held." Professor Rudolph Wagner sighed and sighed at Laugh. The bottle complained.
Raymond froze a bit, and Professor Rudolph Wagner's statement confirmed that the judges were extremely pessimistic about his project, and no familiar judge secretly leaked a little bit of information to him.
Really poor guy, ca n’t get the Nobel Prize, he did n’t even say that he did n’t even have any news, so he could only sit here drinking alone.
"I heard that the Nobel Prize will be notified by phone tomorrow morning. The final news will be announced on the website at noon." Raymond took a sip of wine. "I don't want to see the ugly face of Lincoln after receiving the Nobel Prize!"
The professor tried to keep his eyes drunk and asked with his last sober mind: "I'm calling tomorrow? So soon? What's the date today?"
"Rudolph, I think you should go back to sleep well." Raymond looked at the professor's bloodshot eyes and said poorly, "Take a bath, relax, and **** promise!"
Professor Rudolf Wagner has fallen into despair. Tomorrow will be notified by phone of the Nobel Prize. Tonight, he didn't even know that the review meeting was open. He fell into deep confusion and confusion, and even some blame.
A bottle of bottle of Lavage drank until the last professor drunk unconscious.
He didn't notice that a reporter had been watching himself secretly around him. The professor had been immersed in grief and couldn't help himself. Minger will call the Nobel Prize winners by phone. The biology and medicine awards must be judged now, but he still hasn't got the news.
Damn it, **** it! how could this be! Even if he was drunk, the professor's heart continued to curse.
...
...
Dr. Mehar stood at the window, watching the lights in the night, as if thinking about something.
"Doctor, it's finally set for a meeting tomorrow morning at eight o'clock," his assistant said, holding a tablet and opening a recent email.
"Oh? Rafson finally replied?"
"Yes, doctor." The voice of the female assistant was as cold and cold as ever, "according to the news from the Royal Brompton Hospital, the pathological diagnosis was clear, and it was adenocarcinoma. Because it was detected early, it is estimated that No chemoradiation is needed after surgery. "
"It's really lucky." Dr. Mehar's words were very flat, and it was regretful or unable to hear other emotions.
"Dr. Rafson removed the breast bottle this morning and has boarded it."
"If I had to get back to work, wouldn't remote meetings be possible?" Dr. Mehar murmured, but his eyes were gleaming with joy and joy ~ www.novelhall.com ~ The corner of his mouth slightly raised, like It's a flying flag.
"If it's okay, I hope you can rest early," said the female assistant.
"I see." Dr. Mehar said with a smile. "After so long, I can finally see the moment when the ice breaks. I think we should drink some wine today."
"Your heart is no longer able to withstand the stimulus of alcohol. If you insist, I will notify your wife."
Dr. Mehar waved his hand with a little regret.
The female assistant left, and Dr. Mehar still stood at the window watching the night in Stockholm. The little guy far away in DìDū is really good. He thought he had to pay a very high price to win a little chance for him, but what he didn't expect was that he did far more than he imagined.
Even the old stubborn Rafson gave up his prejudice and flew directly to DìDū. The thought of Dr. Mehar's mouth widened at the thought.
He can even think of the old stubborn mood when he went to DìDū. Zheng is really an interesting person. He persisted until the end. Put all the pressure on Rafson, forcing Rafson to give up his dignity and go to DìDū.
However, Rafson's luck was also considered to be good, because this time DìDū's trip, Zheng diagnosed his lung cancer.
Otherwise, wait until the Nobel Prize dust has landed and delay for about a month. At that time, whether the **** lung cancer will metastasize can be said to be bad.
Zheng, really was kissed by God. Dr. Mehar looked at the distance and raised his hand high, as if holding a goblet in his hand, which was full of mellow wine.
This cup, respect victory.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was wearing a suit and shoes. At this moment, he is no longer Haicheng or the wealthy child with a big mouthful in 912, and has returned to the original doctor of the University Hospital of Heidelberg, Germany.
It's just that he's been a little nervous for a while, restless, like an ant on a hot pot.
All the work has been done, and the standard materials that have been hard for a year have been handed in.
Since DìDū left, the professor has been flying constantly between Stockholm and Europe and the United States, visiting each of the judges and the living Nobel Prize winners, making the final effort for the final sprint.
The judge's attitude has undergone a subtle change, which the professor can clearly perceive. The perfunctory, scornful, and disdainful imagination used to be expected from the beginning has been rare. Almost everyone is right, even the most conservative and stubborn reviewers look kind.
Things are going very well. It's like a dream.
But because of this, the professor was a little scared. He was afraid it was all fake, and when he woke up, he found that he was still lying in Heidelberg's house.
The closer to the date of the Nobel Judging, the more nervous the professor became, and his vilification of his boss gradually increased.
Is it really too much for the boss to come to such a big event in person? In particular, the professor's grievances grew more and more when he saw many of the biology award recipients come to visit the judges with a humble face.
He knew that the people he saw were only a few. Some referees are constantly moving even if the referees do not come, to get the support of others.
But Professor Rudolf Wagner only complained slightly, and the position of the boss in his heart was unshakable. That's not because of a Nobel Prize recommendation project, but because of the admiration accumulated by every heavy lifting operation.
The overwhelming technical level has made the professor particularly aware of this. This is the boss's project. He is just a very lucky child and got on this express train to the Nobel Prize. The driver is the boss, always the boss.
Until Dr. Rafson went to DìDū to give lectures a few days ago, Professor Rudolf Wagner stopped complaining about his boss and gave his boss unlimited praise!
Does the boss need to visit the judges? If it was still needed half a year ago, it is not necessary to switch to now!
The Chairman of the Jury of the Biology and Medicine Award went to DìDū to give a lecture in person, and Professor Rudolf Wagner could vaguely guess what he was thinking.
Especially with the various "rumors" during this period of time, the professor is very confident that he can get the Nobel Prize this year.
Originally waiting for Dr. Rafson to visit the door immediately after he returned from DìDū, Professor Rudolf Wagner was prepared to make observations and determine the possibility of receiving the Nobel Prize this year from the many suggestions of the chairman of the jury.
However, the following developments once again deviated from the professor's expectations.
The news from Yun Geer said that Dr. Rafson had left DìDū to return to China, but Professor Rudolf Wagner was told to be away when he visited.
Dr. Rafson was as if he had disappeared out of thin air, no figure could be found at all. No matter who you ask, you can't ask for specific information.
At this point, the entire professor is crazy. He didn't dare to contact his boss anymore, he knew the boss's temper. And there was speculation in the professor's mind that Dr. Rafson must have talked to his boss when he came to the door.
The professor could even think that Yun Geer taunted Dr. Rafson with a sharp and sharp tone at that time, and the doctor left DìDū in anger, and closed his door and did not see himself.
It ’s all the last step, and I will be able to get things done. Zhang Fei is going through the years. I often worry about whether the boss can come to Sweden. If I apologize to Dr. Rafson, there is still room for relaxation. But this kind of thing is to think about it, the professor knows that it is absolutely impossible.
This year's judging process is a few days earlier than in previous years, and the jury for the Literature Awards began in early October.
Judged behind closed doors, it is said that there are red ears and red ears that are disputed every day.
Professor Rudolf Wagner opened his ears to hear the news. At this time, there was no figure of Dr. Mehar, and everything was kept secret.
It was only the Biology and Medical Awards judging committees that were slow to move, let alone the meeting, even the chairman of the jury, Dr. Rafson, did not know where it was.
The professor spent a day at a loss, and he didn't know exactly what happened.
Without communicating with DìDū, Professor Rudolf Wagner thought that he did not know something in Stockholm, and the boss and Yun Geer would certainly not know.
Although Yun Geer has always said don't worry, there is a high possibility of winning the prize this year, but the professor can't worry.
Under the calm water, I do not know what kind of stormy seas it contains.
On October 9, in addition to the judging of the medical award and the biological award, other awards have been determined.
The next step is to call the Nobel Prize winners.
Professor Rudolph Wagner was still not informed. He was at a loss and helpless.
Even professors sometimes have the illusion that everyone is deceiving themselves. In fact, the jury has held a meeting in secret and has determined the winner of this year's biology and medicine award.
It is not the project of the boss and himself, Yun Geer, the final winner is different. All well-intentioned and malicious concealment cuts off all news about herself and Nobel.
For this reason, the professor was extremely frustrated. Didn't Yun Geer say that the possibility of winning a prize is great? The more he thought, the more he felt wronged, and the more he felt helpless, Professor Rudolph Wagner even began to drink alcohol to sorrow and use alcohol to anesthetize himself.
At night, sitting in the bar, Professor Rudolf Wagner sipped sadly.
He likes simple wines, especially the lavender flavor of iodine, which tastes like surgery when he drinks it. Every time I drink Raffle, I think of the way I have been performing surgery for the Nobel Prize program over the past year.
After working hard for a year, he left his hometown and paid too much. The professor sighed.
The professor sat lonely in the bar and tasted Laughing, sadly remembering the experience of this year. The hustle and bustle around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He just wanted to drink alone and taste the taste of surgery quietly.
"Rudolph, drink yourself?" A hand rested on Professor Rudolph Wagner's shoulder.
It's Raymond Bragg, a professor at the University of Berlin, who studies chemistry. It is said that he has been nominated for ten consecutive years, but every year he misses the Nobel Prize.
"Raymond, sit down and have a drink." The professor patted the table, his voice out of control. Under the powerful effects of alcohol, he seemed to have forgotten all his troubles and sorrows.
"Rudolph, I heard that your project this year is very likely to get a Nobel Prize. I am very envious. I hope God will protect you." Raymond sat down with a gloomy look. No. I am not going to come next year. The old antiques do not even know the value of my research results. "
"I thought so at first, but ... well. At least you know a little bit about it. I didn't even know if the review meeting was held." Professor Rudolph Wagner sighed and sighed at Laugh. The bottle complained.
Raymond froze a bit, and Professor Rudolph Wagner's statement confirmed that the judges were extremely pessimistic about his project, and no familiar judge secretly leaked a little bit of information to him.
Really poor guy, ca n’t get the Nobel Prize, he did n’t even say that he did n’t even have any news, so he could only sit here drinking alone.
"I heard that the Nobel Prize will be notified by phone tomorrow morning. The final news will be announced on the website at noon." Raymond took a sip of wine. "I don't want to see the ugly face of Lincoln after receiving the Nobel Prize!"
The professor tried to keep his eyes drunk and asked with his last sober mind: "I'm calling tomorrow? So soon? What's the date today?"
"Rudolph, I think you should go back to sleep well." Raymond looked at the professor's bloodshot eyes and said poorly, "Take a bath, relax, and **** promise!"
Professor Rudolf Wagner has fallen into despair. Tomorrow will be notified by phone of the Nobel Prize. Tonight, he didn't even know that the review meeting was open. He fell into deep confusion and confusion, and even some blame.
A bottle of bottle of Lavage drank until the last professor drunk unconscious.
He didn't notice that a reporter had been watching himself secretly around him. The professor had been immersed in grief and couldn't help himself. Minger will call the Nobel Prize winners by phone. The biology and medicine awards must be judged now, but he still hasn't got the news.
Damn it, **** it! how could this be! Even if he was drunk, the professor's heart continued to curse.
...
...
Dr. Mehar stood at the window, watching the lights in the night, as if thinking about something.
"Doctor, it's finally set for a meeting tomorrow morning at eight o'clock," his assistant said, holding a tablet and opening a recent email.
"Oh? Rafson finally replied?"
"Yes, doctor." The voice of the female assistant was as cold and cold as ever, "according to the news from the Royal Brompton Hospital, the pathological diagnosis was clear, and it was adenocarcinoma. Because it was detected early, it is estimated that No chemoradiation is needed after surgery. "
"It's really lucky." Dr. Mehar's words were very flat, and it was regretful or unable to hear other emotions.
"Dr. Rafson removed the breast bottle this morning and has boarded it."
"If I had to get back to work, wouldn't remote meetings be possible?" Dr. Mehar murmured, but his eyes were gleaming with joy and joy ~ www.novelhall.com ~ The corner of his mouth slightly raised, like It's a flying flag.
"If it's okay, I hope you can rest early," said the female assistant.
"I see." Dr. Mehar said with a smile. "After so long, I can finally see the moment when the ice breaks. I think we should drink some wine today."
"Your heart is no longer able to withstand the stimulus of alcohol. If you insist, I will notify your wife."
Dr. Mehar waved his hand with a little regret.
The female assistant left, and Dr. Mehar still stood at the window watching the night in Stockholm. The little guy far away in DìDū is really good. He thought he had to pay a very high price to win a little chance for him, but what he didn't expect was that he did far more than he imagined.
Even the old stubborn Rafson gave up his prejudice and flew directly to DìDū. The thought of Dr. Mehar's mouth widened at the thought.
He can even think of the old stubborn mood when he went to DìDū. Zheng is really an interesting person. He persisted until the end. Put all the pressure on Rafson, forcing Rafson to give up his dignity and go to DìDū.
However, Rafson's luck was also considered to be good, because this time DìDū's trip, Zheng diagnosed his lung cancer.
Otherwise, wait until the Nobel Prize dust has landed and delay for about a month. At that time, whether the **** lung cancer will metastasize can be said to be bad.
Zheng, really was kissed by God. Dr. Mehar looked at the distance and raised his hand high, as if holding a goblet in his hand, which was full of mellow wine.
This cup, respect victory.
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