Originally, His Majesty the King should have taken a step back, Zheng Ren bowed to His Majesty, then smiled, and bowed politely to the guests around him.

But after hearing the word nn, His Majesty the King frowned.

This is not modesty. There are many understandings of the word nn. Regarding the previous sentence just now, is it meaningless? This is the first time that His Majesty the King heard a very rude sentence at the Nobel Prize ceremony.

Zheng Ren stood in the cursor and saw His Majesty the King stunned. He thought for a while, took a step back, bowed slightly, and then bowed to the audience.

When he turned around and was about to step down, His Majesty the King suddenly asked, "Zheng, nn? It's completely meaningless?"

He said it in Swedish, with an English word mixed in between. The sound was not loud, only he and Zheng Ren could hear it.

Zheng Ren paused, turned around, and looked at the king with his eyes. The cursor of the word "小无片" was a little bright and dazzling. It looked like the shadowless light on the operating table, Zheng Ren was a little familiar with it.

Is it meaningless? If it is a Nobel Prize, it should have great significance.

He held the certificate in his left hand and the box in his right hand, and a plain and mysterious smile suddenly appeared on his face. His arms were raised flat on his chest, just like he was just waiting for the stage after brushing his hands.

Holding the box of certificates and medals with both hands, like a warrior holding a weapon, tilting slightly.

"!"

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

His Majesty the King looked at the young Chinese with complex eyes. The ceremony scene that was originally precise as Swiss watches was slightly uproar.

HuaTV is broadcasting the Nobel Prize Awards ceremony online, and the host is enthusiastically discussing with the guests about winning the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine during the PS surgery.

When Zheng Ren talked with the king, the host thought he would greet him politely, shake hands, and turn and leave with a smile.

This is true for everyone, and no one has been able to make any tricks here for many years. The key point is the speech at the dinner, and the host also has expectations. Will Dr. Zheng bring a wonderful speech like Mr. Mo Yan?

But everything seems to be different.

There is no microphone amplification in the conversation between the winner and the king, so there is no sound in the broadcast room, let alone simultaneous interpretation.

The script in front of me seemed to be slightly different from the others. They were all polite, gentle handshakes, and kind words, but His Majesty the King stood there, while Dr. Zheng Ren and Zheng said something more, and then went back to sit down.

Three seconds later, His Majesty the King returned. The host found it strange, but it was her first time hosting the Nobel Prize ceremony. She was thinking about the possible process that she didn't know, so she asked.

"Professor Zhang, what did the King of Sweden and Dr. Zheng just said? Is this a special process for biology and medical awards?"

Zhang Kai, a sociology professor who was invited, was also a little confused. He frowned and hesitated, and then said, "We can't hear the sound, maybe it's a private friendship."

Private friendship, this is a bit over. The host looked at Professor Zhang Kai of sociology in surprise. A doctor in 912, who has a private friendship with the king? It sounds really unreliable.

During the live broadcast, the band on the second floor started to play symphony, which was the time for chatting. Zhang Kai started to do popular science. Before Dr. Zheng won the Nobel Prize, the Biology and Medicine Prizes could be said to be in name only, and it can be called the Biology Prize.

Medicine has become a small corner that no one pays attention to.

A voice came from the host's headset, which was the general manager. He told the host to chat and was looking for a language expert to translate spoken language.

"Professor Zhang, what you mean is that before this, only biological research results could win the Nobel Prize, but medicine has no longer been paid attention to? Can I understand it this way?"

"Medical science is based on basic science, especially in European and American countries, where medicine is quite developed." Professor Zhang said casually, just to delay time and wait until the symphony is finished, and you can take a break.

"The Nobel Prize focuses more on basic research."

"But there is no award for mathematics as the basics of all sciences."

"This has to be said to be a secret, I believe everyone already knows it. Let's say that back to medicine, the progress of biology has allowed us to see the extension of human life span, and various diseases that were previously considered incurable were cured. Of course, there are countless people in the medical field, but for the Nobel Prize, which attaches more importance to basic research, Dr. Zheng's award this time is a miracle."

"Miracle?"

"It's not our Chinese people who won the Nobel Prize. Dr. Zheng's Nobel Prize means that the clinical procedure has been sealed for decades and it is finally possible to be recognized." Professor Zhang smiled, "Actually, I think this is correct. The existence of clinicians cannot be ignored at any time."

"That's it, that's it. We have to face doctors when we see a doctor. Who doesn't want to meet a doctor with high skills and medical ethics?"

"I'm not saying that." Professor Zhang thought about it and said seriously. "The existing medical care, our country can be said to have achieved the best medical level for the same income group in the world. Although there are some shortcomings in the treatment of high-end medical care and rare diseases, the data of per capita intensive care beds and other data is much worse than the world's advanced level, which is only equivalent to 13 in Germany, but a group of technical backbone forces led by Dr. Zheng are catching up."

Professor Zhang said that he was upright and peaceful, and he would never put forward any sharp views, but would start with satisfying his sense of pride and try to do some popular science.

At this time, the voice of the director came from the host's headphones. Her hand was pressed on the headphones and listened intently. Professor Zhang stopped talking tactfully, and he vaguely guessed something.

I just interviewed, but there was actually nothing practical about it. Professor Zhang also expressed his interest in what Dr. Zheng said, which led to His Majesty the King's abnormal behavior.

Listening, the two of them forgot that this was on the live broadcast. Soon the host's face looked a little strange. She tried hard to squeeze out a smile, hoping to get herself back to normal as soon as possible.

"Professor Zhang, please let the orchestra play the sonata in minor tunes now. What kind of music do you play during the awards break?"

When the host heard the topic change directly, Professor Zhang was stunned for a moment. He immediately realized that Dr. Zheng might have said something inappropriate, so the host didn't mention the tactful ones.

While running the train with his mouth full of mouth, he delayed the time, recalling in his mind that Dr. Zheng held the certificate in one hand and the box in the other, making a strange fist-clenching action, as if saying a word.

The action was simple but full of energy to say it. It was not like apologizing after saying the wrong thing, but was unwaveringly expressing some beliefs.

Judging from the lip shape is just a word, it seems to be saying it?
Chapter completed!