The water cup exploded due to resonance, and the water sprinkled on the table.

Because of Olson's passionate high-pitched words, the sound of the water cup breaking was so insignificant that it did not cause a fatal blow to the hearts of the old people in Chuimu.

Dr. Rafson watched the clear water on the table in front of him spread, like blood in blood vessels, and laminar flows crashing, forming turbulence. He seemed to be stupid and quietly enlightened.

"This is the most perfect masterpiece, full of steampunk... no, it is the precision and mystery of the future high-tech." Olson said with a chorus: "His Excellency Lafson, if this year's Physics Award is not awarded to the last piece of classic physics puzzle, it will be the end of the world!"

"..." Lafson was stunned for a moment, and he heard a sense of determination from Olson's tone.

This is not intimidation, nor is it a means, but a kind of fanaticism.

He really wanted to award the Physics Award to a doctor, not kidding!

Basic physics research was actually awarded a medical award nomination project, and Rafson felt a little confused.

Things change too quickly, beyond expectations, like a strange dream.

Could it be that Dr. Mehal and his wife are really so crazy? This idea was strangled by Dr. Rafson as soon as it appeared.

It’s not crazy, it’s really a breakthrough in basic research!

In theory, when basic research has made breakthroughs, the first thing to invest in physics projects that do not count at all or at all. But how did it appear in the medical industry this time?

And is it the medical industry that drives basic research?

The medical industry belongs to the application industry. Can it accomplish things even if it is classical physics?

The great Newton, Einstein, Maxwell, Boer, Galileo...will they agree?

"Your Excellency Olson, you're not kidding." Rafson decided to test it again, "There is no sufficient theoretical basis, and even the prescribed time..."

"My dear Dr. Lafson, any reason for the appearance of the last puzzle of classical physics is awkward and boring, and it is not true." Dr. Olson continued to wave his hands, his face flushed red. "This is the moment when classical physics is completed, and I will not allow it to float away from my eyes."

"Are your vision too optimistic?" Dr. Rafson asked calmly.

"I know that it may take a hundred years to explore the final completion of classical physics. But just one right direction is enough. I firmly do not allow others to award the Physics Prize to this scientist who was kissed by God in a few decades later." Olson said enthusiastically, not paying attention to the ugly faces of the medical award judges present.

This kind of thing has never happened in the Nobel Prize review.

I applied for a certain reward, but ended up getting another award.

If it is very forced, it would be fine.

But what many medical award judges saw was Olson's fanatical gaze and incoherent expression.

They all knew that if Olson was fighting for it, a physics award would probably not have run away.

It sounds particularly like a fairy tale, but Olsen stood in front, his eyes full of blood and a ray of fanaticism. All of this shows his deep desire, without any concealment.

He is not kidding, definitely not.

Is it really good to do this? Rafson looked at Olson, who was almost crazy, in shock.

In just a moment, he had a solution in his heart.

"Dr. Olson, please be quiet." Rafson said slowly, letting the water flow down and landing on his pants, as if the prostate had grown so big that it would cause incontinence.

"Hmm?" Dr. Olson looked at him in shock.

"We are discussing whether Dr. Zheng's tips surgery has a chance to win the Medical Prize. Now I can tell you with certainty that his surgery was done very well and the surgical procedure is very mature. We will further screen and observe. This project has nothing to do with the Physics Award." Lafson said almost word by word.

"Impossible!" Olson roared, it was hard to believe that this huge roar came from an old man in his sixties. "How could you, the group of moldy monsters, break the rule that medical awards are not awarded to clinical procedures."

"This has nothing to do with you." Rafson said lightly.

"Even if His Majesty the King makes the final verdict, I will definitely stick to it." Dr. Olson roared, "This is a major discovery to subvert the Prize for Physics..."

Lafson didn't listen to the following words.

He still refused to give the Nobel Prize for Tips surgical procedures in his heart, but he didn't want to win a recommended program for the Medical Prize, and in the end he got the more heavy...or the most heavy physics prize among the Nobel Prize.

If that's the case, where can I put my old face?

That group of boring media will definitely make a fuss about the shady story of the Nobel Prize judges.

A few years ago, a certain award was vacant for a year, which caused an uproar in the whole world. Dr. Rafson didn't want this to happen to him.

He is already in his eighties and does not want to have black spots in his history.

If that were the case, Rafson was sure that he would not be able to cover the coffin board after he died.

"Dr. Olson, I think I'll think I'll think about it carefully," said Lafson. "You're so noisy. Is this a medical school, or please go back to the Royal Academy of Sciences. Let's calm down and communicate slowly."

Olson wanted to continue saying something, but Mrs. Mehal suddenly waved and said, "Doctor, let's talk about everything after Mehal comes back."

"That would take a long time," Dr. Olson said reluctantly.

"Please believe my judgment. The operation was extremely successful, and the recovery period was only 1 week at most." Mrs. Mehal smiled, and a ray of sunlight shone through the window, shining on her face, shining with a holy light.

"Dr. Mehal is a real fighter, and I also want to hear his judgment on the skills of the craftsman." Dr. Olson murmured.

"I think it will take at least one month if you complete the relevant model."

"No, madam, one month is definitely not enough. A similar model may not be built in half a year. Turbulence..." Olson said this, a little frustrated.

"It will be fine, everything will be fine, isn't it?" Mrs. Mehal said with a smile.

Then, she pressed the button of the caller and her assistant knocked on the door and came in.

"Dr. Rafson, I have questions about tips surgery, so I have to ask you to consider it carefully. As for the specific results, I will make a statement after Mehal comes back." Mrs. Mehal said this when she left.

Watching Mrs. Mehal leave, Dr. Rafson noticed the water stains on his pants.
Chapter completed!