Chapter 1268 Hands Kissed by God (Leader Ibanker Plus 3)

a few hours later.

Sweden, Stockholm, Karolinska Institutet, Central Conference Room.

Overcast with occasional showers.

There is no morning light, no rising sun, everything is foggy, like the mood of the old people who came here early in the morning.

"Mehar is crazy." An old man in a wheelchair came to the small conference room and said vaguely: "He is actually going to be an assistant? Does he still care about the worn lead coat from 20 years ago? Do you miss it?"

"He left an email to the committee saying that this time he was going to personally prove what greatness is! What a foolish thing to refuse a clinical procedure for a medical award. I see something wrong with Mehar's brain. "

"Impossible, did he have an embolus from the coronary artery embolizing the anterior cerebral artery, causing problems in the excited area?"

Most of the old people present were in their 70s and 80s, and they were old-fashioned.

But their minds are still active, like beating flames, flashing with dazzling light.

"Mehar is too much." One person said: "Every September, I ask for recommendations, and in February, all the materials are required to be prepared. And the little guy he nominated this year has not yet submitted any information about the operation. Submit it."

"Maybe he knows that clinical procedures will definitely not win the Nobel Prize." Another person said: "As long as one nomination is needed to obtain more charitable donations, there are too many such things."

"That's not what Mehar said. Guys, I agree with Mehar's idea. You have seen with your own eyes how bad his heart disease was before. Miracle. To be honest, I am also looking forward to the growth of that little doctor, after all, my coronary artery is not good."

As she was talking, Mrs. Mayhal was in a wheelchair and was pushed in by an assistant.

After Mrs. Mayhal came in, the assistant silently exited and closed the door.

"Ma'am, I think you should dissuade Dr. Mayhal. He is so crazy that he wants to be an assistant when he is lying on the operating table." Dr. Raphson, the chairman of the committee, sat at one end of the long table, Shen said.

He was older than Dr. Mayhal, and he smelled of decay, and even his voice was full of dust.

Mrs. Mayhal was in a wheelchair with a blanket over her legs. Although it was April, she still didn't feel hot. Like a grandmother telling a story sitting around the fireplace in winter with the cat on her lap.

"No." Mrs. Mayhal said firmly, her voice trembling a little, but it didn't stop her from expressing her belief: "Mayhal always says, no matter how many times you turn around, your butt is always behind you. "I've heard this old proverb all my life, and I'm getting sick of him."

"Dear Mrs. Mayhal, I don't think that Dr. Mayhal can see things that were not seen before when he is in the arms of God. He is always looking for a solution to the turbulent blood flow that hinders interventional procedures, which is not at all. possible!"

"Heart surgery is particularly dangerous, and when there are all kinds of intraoperative complications that are almost certain to occur, everything is ruined."

Several people discouraged at the same time.

"Mayhal sent me an email today, and I think that's why he insisted," Mrs Mayhal said. "He said he'd found someone who could break through the turbulent blood and wanted to be by his side. Fight and get the medical prize."

"My God, that's impossible!"

"Blood turbulence? Madam, are you going to win this year's physics prize? It's really a pity that the Royal Academy of Sciences didn't come to watch the operation."

"Ma'am, don't you think the Doctor's behavior is strange? Turbulence, my God, is a study on an equal footing with the theory of relativity. If anyone has a breakthrough in the study of turbulence, the old die-hards of the Royal Academy of Sciences The physics prize will be awarded to the developer in tears, and the light-emitting diode will never be awarded the physics prize."

Dr. Raphson sat quietly. He did not speak, but calmly observed Mrs. Mayhal's every move.

Medical awards cannot be awarded to clinical procedures. This is a rule that cannot be broken. I will retire soon, and I can't control the future, but during my term of office, there must be no clinical surgery to be elected for the medical award.

His heart is so firm, like Dr. Mayhal.

Raphson is also eager for the upcoming fight. That old man in Mehar dared to challenge his majesty, so come on!

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

Her assistant opened the door and came in, holding a laptop.

"I don't think you've ever seen that little medical website. So, my husband specially asked me to prepare a recording of the latest surgery." Mrs. Mayhal said: "I didn't believe it at first. That's the damn turbulence that has plagued classical physics for nearly three hundred years."

"Ma'am, don't you think what you and the doctor are seeing are hallucinations? This is Karolinska Institutet, not the Royal Academy of Sciences! To discuss turbulence here, it's better to talk about genes and the human immune system's effect on tumors. It's more practical." Dr. Raphson knocked on the table, pointing out the flaws and loopholes in Mrs. Mayhal's words.

Although very old, Dr. Raphson's mind is still sharp, like a young man.

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

"Ma'am, the surgical procedure is not a new discovery." Dr. Raphson said indifferently.

"God has prepared worms for every bird, but he will not throw worms into its mouth." Mrs. Mayhal said: "Refusal to learn about all new things will only lead to the decay of medical awards and become second-rate awards. It ended up being a shame."

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

"Interventional surgery, everyone understands. If there is a controversy about turbulence, let the surgery process explain it." Mrs. Mayhal no longer stated her previous point of view, but turned on the projection and began to play the surgery recording.

The operation was "simple", just a pacemaker was placed.

The whole process is not edited, but the most original whole process, which is understood by medical experts at a glance.

Although no one has the same in-depth knowledge of interventional surgery as Dr. Mayhal and his wife, no one does not know what to watch.

The guide wire travels in the blood vessel, and the selection is super accurate, without even touching the blood vessel wall once.

There was silence in the small conference room, and the ten-minute operation had passed, but still no one spoke.

"A few months ago, Zheng performed the operation on Mayhal. At that time, I thought he was going to return to God's embrace. I didn't expect that he was left behind by this hand." Mrs. Mayhal's voice was a little old and trembling , but full of tenderness.

"This is a pair of hands that have been kissed by God. I have done this kind of operation countless times with my own hands. But no one has been as perfect as what he did. Even before I saw the recording of this operation, I never I never thought that surgery could do this!"

"As a professional cardiac interventional physician, I would like to comment." Mrs. Mayhal said, "the operation is very simple, but the whole operation process is a miracle. I can feel that the surgeon's understanding of the operation during a few months. It's been a huge leap."

Mrs. Mayhal trembled and tried to sit up straight. "At that time, everyone felt that Mayhal was favored by the gods, and in that case, he could restore the most basic health."

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

"Mehar knows your stubbornness, and he will use his life to prove to you what a bright new star this is. Each of his researches is as groundbreaking as all the theories that Einstein came up with back then!"

"The advancement of technology will make life better. Isn't this the original intention of Your Excellency Nobel? Mehar has continued a beautiful life, how about everyone here?"

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

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Note: The Latin text engraved on the Nobel Prize Medal in Medicine and Biology.