A hour ago, Rafson had just arrived at the Caroline Medical College in Stockholm.

It didn't take so long to return to Sweden from the Royal Brompton Hospital in Chelsea. But last night a storm delayed the voyage, so he quickly stepped on it at the venue at the last minute.

In addition to him, the 49 review experts from Swedish Medical University have begun to get a little anxious. Time is too tight. If there is any storm in the last hour, I am afraid that the website will announce the Nobel Prize winners.

This is an unbearable burden for the Nobel Prize for global attention.

Out of respect for Dr. Rafson, chairman of the jury committee, no one questioned it, but there was a constant stream of discussion in the venue.

Dr. Mehal sat quietly in his seat. He thought it was a bit funny to see Rafson coming to preside over the review while he was sick.

Over the years, the review committee has encountered many unexpected things.

For example, several projects with equal strength each won over some judges, and everyone was in a stalemate; for example, the former chairman of the jury led some judges to deny the qualification of the Nobel Prize for organ transplantation, despite the surging opposition.

These are all the past and history. The knowledgeable judges have never seen any awards being evaluated while inhaling oxygen in the venue, not even once, let alone preside over the conference with oxygen like Dr. Rafson.

Due to age and physical reasons, if the review cannot support it, he can apply for absence, but Rafson expressed his determination through actions.

Until the organizing committee began to urge and other awards had been notified by the winners one after another, the conference under Rafson was still under intense urgency.

After the committee's preliminary screening, there are not many projects that can be included in the Nobel Congress. In previous years, there were 20-30 projects, and this year only 12 projects have entered the final review.

In the past, the disputes between the Nobel Congress would be very fierce, and it would be impossible to balance the interests of all aspects within two or three days. However, this year's review was surprisingly simple, with one project and one project going through, and it was unrest.

The door is closed, and no one knows what is happening inside. The review process is kept confidential, which is tradition.

Following Dr. Rafson's assistant and two doctors also stayed outside the conference room. The assistant was a little worried and kept walking around. Every time he wanted to knock on the door, he would hesitate for a long time, but in the end he gave up.

Because of Dr. Rafson's persistence, he rushed to the venue in the last minute. Time was already very tight and he must not be delayed.

Another familiar person patted his shoulder and started communicating.

"Alexander, you look like a wild cat in love. What's wrong?"

Dr. Rafson's assistant Alexander Hamilton was not in the mood to chat with the man. He said worriedly: "Foll, Dr. just pulled out his chest tube yesterday, and the symptoms of chest tightness and shortness of breath are getting worse and worse along the way. I am worried that he can't hold on, if he faints..."

"My God!" the man said in surprise: "Why don't you have video conferences on the hospital bed? Now that technology is so advanced, Dr. Rafson doesn't need to come to the scene in person."

Alexander Hamilton sighed, there were some things that could not be said.

Why did Dr. Rafson come to preside over the meeting in person? He has been by the doctor and he knows what happened.

Apart from the young and arrogant young doctor who is far away in the imperial capital, who else can he do?

This is to express his respect, whether it is the arrogant doctor far away in the imperial capital or the big family of prehistoric giant crocodile hidden under the iceberg sponge.

But... Hamilton sighed. Isn't it a bit too much for the Doctor to risk his life to do this?

Dr. Rafson was not in good condition and was still sucking oxygen. Although he was not a doctor, Hamilton listened to the conversation between the two doctors along the way and he still knew about the doctor's condition.

The doctor probably has pleural effusion, which compresses the lungs, causing difficulty in breathing. It is necessary to urgently perform B-ultrasound positioning, and then all the effusions are extracted through puncture to relieve symptoms.

But time was so tight that a storm in the English Channel caused the doctor to come to the venue without stopping.

He looked nervously at the closed door of the conference room, his heart beating wildly, and Hamilton had a premonition that something bad was about to happen.

I hope that the vote will end soon, no matter who will win this year's Nobel Prize.

"Alexander, relax, there will be no problem." Forre comforted the restless Alexander Hamilton.

But comfort is useless. The power of language is so pale when the pleural effusion accumulates and breathing difficulties.

As time passed by minute by minute, the closed door was motionless like the air-tight lead door in the operating room.

Unlike the operating room, there is not even leaded glass to look inside, and no one knows what happened in the venue.

Looking at the closed door, Alexander Hamilton was as restless as the patient's family. He kept walking around, but his eyes were staring at the door.

The two doctors behind Hamilton had already prepared for first aid. They carried the first aid kit and rushed in when the door opened.

I don’t know how long it took, but the heavy door opened silently, and the secretary who was taking the meeting minutes rushed out.

Alexander Hamilton kept paying attention to the gate and rushed in as soon as possible.

The two collided with each other and had a long bleeding from the nose.

Without complaints from the secretary, Hamilton covered his nose and rushed directly to Dr. Rafson who was sitting on the rostrum.

The doctor's breathing was rapid and his lips were slightly cyanotic. The oxygen seemed to be unable to enter the blood oxygen exchange at all. No matter how much oxygen was inhaled, it was useless.

Hamilton greeted two doctors and seized the time to push Dr. Rafson out, preparing to extract the pleural effusion.

Before leaving the door, he vaguely saw Dr. Mehal sitting in the front row raise his hand, as if blessing Dr. Rafson.

The venue was very quiet, unlike after selecting Nobel Prize winners in previous years, some were happy and some were angry.

Seeing Dr. Rafson being pushed away and watching the secretary rushing out to make a phone call, everyone sat quietly in their original position.

Everything that has happened recently, especially today's awards, needs to be digested carefully.

Times have changed, and this is a common idea that everyone thinks.
Chapter completed!