Chapter 2448 The Rich Boy Who Was Kept in the Dark (Leader Randy Is Nine Years Old Plus More 5)

Sweden, Stockholm.

Professor Rudolf Wagner is in a suit and leather shoes. At this moment, he is no longer the rich man with a bad mouth in Haicheng or 912. He has returned to his original demeanor of an elite doctor at the Affiliated Hospital of Heidelberg University in Germany.

It's just that he has been a little nervous for a while, fidgeting like an ant on a hot pot.

All the work has been done, and the standard materials, which are full of hard work over the past year, have already been handed in.

After leaving the imperial capital, the professor has been flying back and forth between Stockholm and Europe and the United States, visiting every judge and Nobel Prize winner who is still alive, making the last effort for the final sprint.

There has been a slight change in the attitude of the judges, which the professor can clearly perceive. The perfunctory, scolding, and disdain that were expected before were rare from the very beginning. Almost everyone is soft-spoken, and even the most reserved and stubborn reviewers seem kind.

Things were going so smoothly, it was like a dream.

But because of this, the professor was a little apprehensive. He was afraid that it was all fake, and when he woke up, he found that he was still lying at home in Heidelberg.

The closer the day of the Nobel Prize review came, the more nervous the professor became, and his slander against the boss gradually increased.

For such a big matter, the boss didn't come to visit in person, it's really too much. Especially when he saw with his own eyes many nominees for biology prizes coming to visit the judges with humility, the professor complained more and more.

He knew that the people he saw were only a small part. In some cases, even if the referee did not come, the referrer kept moving around to gain the support of others.

But Professor Rudolf Wagner only complained slightly in his heart, and the position of the boss in his heart was unshakable. That's not because of a Nobel Prize recommendation project, but because of the admiration accumulated every time the operation is carried out with ease.

The crushing of the technical level makes the professor very aware that this is the boss's project, and he is just an extremely lucky child who got on the express train leading to the Nobel Prize. The man who drives is the boss and always will be the boss.

It wasn't until Dr. Raphson went to the Imperial Capital to give lectures a few days ago that Professor Rudolf Wagner stopped complaining to his boss and gave his boss infinite praise!

Does the boss need to visit the judges? If it was half a year ago, it might still be needed, but now, it is not necessary at all!

The chairman of the jury for the Biology and Medicine Awards went to the Imperial Capital to give lectures in person, and Professor Rudolf Wagner could vaguely guess what was going on in his heart.

Especially with the mutual confirmation of various "rumors" during this period, the professor is full of confidence in winning the Nobel Prize this year.

Originally, Dr. Raphson would visit Dr. Raphson as soon as he came back from the imperial capital. Professor Rudolf Wagner was going to observe the situation and determine the possibility of winning the Nobel Prize this year from the many hints from the chairman of the jury.

However, the next evolution of events was once again out of the professor's expectations.

The news from Brother Yun said that Dr. Raphson had left the imperial capital and returned to China, but when Professor Rudolf Wagner came to visit, he was told that he was not there.

Dr. Raphson seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and there was no one to be found. No matter who you ask, you can't find out the specific situation.

So far, the professor has gone crazy. He didn't dare to contact his boss again, he knew the boss's temperament. And the professor guessed in his heart that Dr. Raphson must have broken up with the boss when he came to the door.

The professor could even imagine that Brother Yun had ridiculed Dr. Raphson in a sharp tone at that time. The doctor left the imperial capital in a rage, and when he came back, he closed the door and did not see himself.

They have come to the last step, how can things be done so quickly? The professor lives like a year, always worrying about whether the boss can come to Sweden, and if he apologizes to Dr. Rafson, there is still room for relaxation. But this kind of thing is just thinking about it, and the professor knows it is absolutely impossible.

This year's judging process is a few days earlier than in previous years, and the judging committee for the Literary Awards began its activities in early October.

When judging behind closed doors, it is said that the faces are flushed with disputes every day.

Professor Rudolf Wagner listened to the news with his ears upright. At this time, Dr. Mechal could not be found, and everything was kept secret.

It's just that the judging committees of the Biology Award and the Medical Award have not moved for a long time, let alone a meeting, and even the chairman of the jury, Dr. Raphson, doesn't know where he is.

The professor spent a day in a daze, and he didn't know what happened.

Without communicating with the imperial capital, Professor Rudolf Wagner thought that what he didn't know in Stockholm, the boss and Brother Yun would certainly not know.

Although Brother Yun has always said don't worry, the possibility of winning the prize this year is very high, but the professor can't be in a hurry.

Under the calm water, I don't know what kind of stormy waves are contained.

On October 9, except for the judging of the Medicine Award and the Biology Award, other awards have been determined.

The next step is to call the Nobel Prize winner.

Professor Rudolf Wagner still had no news, he was at a loss and helpless.

Sometimes the professor even has an illusion that everyone is deceiving him. In fact, the review committee has held a secret meeting and determined the winner of this year's biology and medicine prize.

It's not a project between the boss, himself, and Brother Yun, and the final winner is someone else. All well-intentioned and malicious concealment cut themselves off from all news of the Nobel Prize.

For this reason, the professor was extremely frustrated. Didn't Brother Yun say that the possibility of winning the prize is extremely high? The more he thought about it, the more wronged he became, and the more he thought about it, the more helpless he became. Professor Rudolf Wagner even began to use alcohol to drown his sorrows and anesthetize himself with alcohol.

At night, sitting in the bar, Professor Rudolf Wagner was drinking wine sadly.

He likes simple wines, especially the iodine-flavored Laffague, which tastes like surgery when he drinks them. Every time I drink Lafger, I think of how I have been undergoing surgery for the Nobel Prize project this year.

After a year of hard work and leaving home, I paid too much, the professor sighed in his heart.

The professor sat alone in the bar and sipped Lafger, sadly recalling the experience of the past year. The hustle and bustle around him seemed to have nothing to do with him, he just wanted to drink quietly by himself and savor the taste of surgery quietly.

"Rudolf, how about drinking by yourself?" A hand was placed on Professor Rudolf Wagner's shoulder.

It was Raymond Bragg, he was a professor at the University of Berlin, and he studied chemistry. It is said that he has been nominated for ten consecutive years, but missed the Nobel Prize every year.

"Raymond, sit down and have a drink." The professor patted the table, his voice a little out of control. Under the powerful effect of alcohol, he seemed to forget all his troubles and sorrows.

"Rudolph, I heard that your project this year is very likely to win the Nobel Prize. I'm really envious. May God bless you." Lei Meng sat down with a gloomy expression, "It's not like me, I don't have any hope at all." No. I'm not going to come next year, those old antiques don't even know the value of my research results."

"That's what I thought at first, but... well, at least you know something, I don't even know if the review meeting is held or not." Professor Rudolf Wagner sighed for a long time, holding Lavgar bottle complained.

Raymond was stunned for a moment, and Professor Rudolf Wagner's statement confirmed one point—the judges were extremely unfavorable about his project, and no familiar judges even secretly leaked a little information to him.

What a poor guy, not to mention that he won't win the Nobel Prize, but he doesn't even have any news, so he can only sit here drinking alone.

"I heard that the Nobel Prize winners will be notified by telephone tomorrow morning, and the final news will be announced on the website at noon." Lei Meng took a big sip of wine, "Those damned guys still don't understand how important the work I do is. I really don't want to see Lincoln's ugly face after he won the Nobel Prize!"

The professor tried his best to keep his drunken eyes open, and asked with the last trace of sobriety: "Are you going to call tomorrow? So soon? What's today's date?"

"Rudolph, I think you should go back and have a good sleep." Raymond looked at the professor's bloodshot eyes and said pitifully, "Take a good bath, relax, and go to the fucking Nobel Prize!"

Professor Rudolf Wagner has fallen into despair. Tomorrow, he will call to inform him of the Nobel Prize. Tonight, he doesn't even know whether the review meeting is held or not. He fell into deep confusion and confusion, and even blamed himself a little.

He drank bottle after bottle of Laffa until the professor passed out drunk.

He didn't notice that there was a reporter secretly watching him all the time, the professor was already immersed in sadness and couldn't extricate himself. Tomorrow, I will call to notify the Nobel Prize winners, and now the biology and medicine awards must be judged, but I still haven't heard the news.

Damn it, damn it! how could this be! Even when he was drunk, the professor was still cursing in his heart.

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Dr. Mehal stood at the window, looking at the lights in the night, as if thinking about something.

"Doctor, it's finally confirmed that there will be a meeting at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." His assistant said while holding a tablet and opening the latest email.

"Oh? Raphson finally replied?"

"Yes, doctor." The female assistant's voice was as cold as ever, like the cold wind and winter snow, "The news from the Royal Brompton Hospital in the UK, the pathological diagnosis is clear, it is adenocarcinoma. Because it was discovered early, it is estimated that There is no need for chemotherapy after surgery.”

"It's really lucky." Dr. Mehar's words were very flat, and it was impossible to hear whether it was regret or any other emotions.

"Dr. Raphson had his breastplate removed this morning and is on board."

"What do you have to do when you come back, can't you do a teleconference?" Dr. Mehar murmured, but his eyes were shining with joy and joy. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, like a waving flag.

"If there is nothing else, I hope you can rest early." The female assistant said.

"Understood." Dr. Mehar said with a smile: "After so long, I can finally see the moment when the ice is broken. I think we should drink some wine today."

"Your heart can no longer withstand the stimulation of alcohol. If you insist on this, I will inform Madam."

Dr. Mehal waved his hand, a little regretful.

The female assistant left, and Dr. Mehar was still standing at the window watching the night in Stockholm. That little guy far away in the imperial capital is really good. I thought I would have to pay a very high price to get him a little chance, but what I didn't expect was that he did far beyond my imagination.

Even that old stubborn Raphson gave up his prejudices and flew directly to the imperial capital. Thinking of this, the smile on the corner of Dr. Mehar's mouth became thicker.

He could even think of that old stubborn man's mood when he went to the imperial capital. Zheng is really an interesting person, and he persisted until the end. Put all the pressure on Raphson, forcing Raphson to give up his dignity and go to the imperial capital.

However, Raphson's luck is considered good, because during this trip to the imperial capital, Zheng diagnosed him with lung cancer.

Otherwise, it will take another month or so until the dust of the Nobel Prize falls to the ground, and it will be hard to say whether the damn lung cancer will metastasize by then.

Zheng, he is really a person who has been kissed by God. Dr. Mehar looked into the distance and raised his hand high, as if holding a goblet with mellow fine wine in his hand.

This cup, toast to victory.