Sweden, Stockholm, Karolinska Medical College, Center Conference Room.

It's cloudy, sometimes showering.

There is no morning light, no sunrise, everything is misty, just like the mood of the old people coming early in the morning.

"Mehal is crazy." An old man in a wheelchair came to the small conference room and said vaguely: "He actually wants to act as an assistant? Is he still nostalgic for the worn lead garment twenty years ago?"

"He left an email to the committee saying that this time he will prove himself what greatness is! What a stupid thing it is to refuse to win a medical award in clinical practice. I think there is something wrong with Mehal's mind."

"Impossible, was he embolized the anterior cerebral artery by the coronary embolization, causing problems in the excitatory area?"

Most of the elderly present were in their seventies or eighties, and were very old.

But their thinking was still active, like a beating flame, flashing with dazzling light.

"Mehal is too much." One person said: "Every year, he solicited recommendations in September, and in February, all the materials must be prepared. The little guy he nominated this year has not submitted the information for the surgery yet."

"Maybe he knew that the clinical procedure would definitely not win the Nobel Prize, maybe he might not win the Nobel Prize." Another person said: "Just as long as one nomination, it is better to get more charitable donations. There are too many such things."

"Mehal didn't say that. I agree with Mehal's idea. You have witnessed it with your own eyes how serious his heart disease was before. I think it's a miracle that he can continue to walk on the tree-lined path. To be honest, I'm also looking forward to the growth of that little doctor, after all, my coronary artery is not good."

As she was talking, Mrs. Mehal was in a wheelchair and pushed in by her assistant.

After Mrs. Mehal came in, the assistant left silently and closed the door.

"Madam, I think you should dissuade Dr. Mehal. He is so crazy that he has to be an assistant when he lies on the operating table." The chairman of the committee, Dr. Rafson, sat at one end of the long table and said in a deep voice.

He was older than Dr. Mehal, and his body exuded a decay smell, and even his voice was filled with dust.

Mrs. Mehal was sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket on her legs. Although it was April, she still didn't feel hot. It was like an old lady sitting around the fireplace in winter, holding a cat on her legs and telling stories.

"No." Mrs. Mehal said firmly, her voice trembling, but it did not stop her from expressing her beliefs: "Mehal is always saying that no matter how many times she turns, your butt is always behind her. I have heard this ancient proverb for a lifetime and I am almost annoyed by him."

"Dear Mrs. Mehal, I don't think Dr. Mehal can see things that were not seen before after he went to God's arms. He has been looking for solutions to the obstacles of blood turbulence on interventional surgery, which is simply impossible!"

"Card surgery is particularly dangerous. Once all kinds of intraoperative complications that are almost inevitable will occur, everything will be destroyed."

Several people dissuaded at the same time.

"Mehal sent me an email today, and I think that's why he insisted." Mrs. Mehal said: "He said he found the man who could break through the blood turbulence and wanted to fight side by side with him and get the Medical Prize."

"My God, that's impossible!"

"Blood turbulence? Madam, are you planning to win this Physics Award? It's a pity that the Royal Academy of Sciences will not come to watch this operation."

"Madam, don't you think the doctor's behavior is strange? Turbulence, my god, is a study that has an equal status with the theory of relativity. If someone makes a breakthrough in the research on turbulence, the old stubborn people at the Royal Academy of Sciences will cry and award the Physics Award to the developers."

Dr. Rafson sat quietly, not speaking, but calmly observed Mrs. Mehal's every move.

The Medical Prize cannot be awarded to clinical procedures. This is a rule and cannot be broken. I will retire soon and will not be able to control the matters afterwards, but during my term of office, I must not be elected as a medical Prize.

He was so firm in his heart, just like Dr. Mehal.

Lafson was also full of desire for the upcoming battle. The old man Mehal dared to challenge his majesty, so come on!

Hearing all the doubts, Mrs. Mehal did not speak, but pressed a button.

Her assistant opened the door and held a laptop in his hand.

"I think you have never seen that little medical website. So my husband deliberately asked me to prepare for the recording of the latest surgery." Mrs. Mehal said: "I didn't believe it at first. It was a damn turbulence that has plagued classical physics for nearly three hundred years."

"Madam, don't you think what you and the doctor see are hallucinations? This is Karolinska Medical College, not the Royal Academy of Sciences! It is better to talk about turbulence here to talk about genes and the effect of the human immune system on tumors." Dr. Rafson knocked on the table and pointed out the flaws and loopholes in Mrs. Mehal's words.

Although he was very old, Dr. Rafson was still keen on his mind, like a young man.

"You are wrong." Mrs. Mehal said firmly: "New discoveries make life better. I think Dr. Rafson, have you forgotten this sentence?" (Note 1)

"Madam, the surgical procedure is not a new discovery." Dr. Rafson said coldly.

"God prepared insects for every bird, but would not throw them into its mouth." Mrs. Mehal said: "Refusing to understand everything new will only lead to the decay and decline of the Medical Prize, becoming a second-rate Prize, and finally a shame."

At this time, the operation recording was ready, and the assistant bowed respectfully, handed the remote control to Mrs. Mehal, and then left carefully.

"You all know about interventional surgery. If there is any dispute about turbulence, let the surgical process explain it." Mrs. Mehal no longer stated her previous views, but instead clicked on the projection and started playing the surgical recording.

The operation was very "simple", just a pacemaker was used.

There is no editing of the entire process, but the most primitive whole process. All the medical experts here are here, and you can understand it at a glance.

Although no one knows the interventional surgery as deeply as Dr. Mehal and his wife, no one doesn't know what the highlights are.

The guidewire roams in the blood vessels, and is super selective and accurate, without even touching the blood vessel wall once.

The small conference room was silent. The ten-minute surgery process passed, but no one spoke.

"A few months ago, it was Zheng's operation on Mehal. At that time, I thought he was going to return to God's arms. Unexpectedly, he was left by this hand." Mrs. Mehal's voice was a little old, trembling, but full of gentleness.

"This is a pair of hands that have been kissed by God. I have done this kind of surgery countless times with my own hands. But never once could be as perfect as he did. I never thought that the surgery could be done before I saw the recording of this surgery!"

"As a professional cardiac interventionist, I'll give it a comment," said Mrs. Mehal. "The surgery is very simple, but the entire surgery is a miracle. I can feel that the surgeon's understanding of the surgery has made a huge leap in the past few months."

Mrs. Mehal trembled and tried to sit up straight. "At that time, everyone lamented that Mehal had won the favor of the gods, and that in that case, he could still restore his most basic health."

"But please note that the level of the surgeon has now surpassed the level of grinding a few months ago, and has almost reached perfection."

"Mehal knows your stubbornness. He will use his life to prove to you what a brilliant new star this is. Every study of him is as pioneering as all the theories Einstein came up with back then!"

"Technological advances will make life better. Isn't this the original intention of His Excellency Nobel? Mehal has continued his beautiful life. What about you here?"

"By the way, I have found Dr. Olson of the Royal Academy of Sciences to watch the live broadcast of the surgery together. At this time, he is preparing relevant dynamic three-dimensional images in my laboratory."

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Chapter completed!