Vol 3 Chapter 2458: 2 doors

An hour ago, Rafson just arrived at the Caroline Medical School in Stockholm.
Returning to Sweden from the Royal Brompton Hospital in Chelsea would not have taken that long. But last night a storm delayed the voyage time, he hurry to step on the last minute to reach the venue.
Forty-nine reviewers at the Swedish Medical University besides him have started to feel a little restless. The time is too tight. If there is any disturbance in the last hour, I am afraid that the announcement of the Nobel Prize Winner on the website will be affected.
This is unbearable for the eyes of global attention and for the Nobel Prize.
Out of respect for Dr. Rafson, the chairman of the jury, no one questioned it, but the theft of the talk at the venue was endless.
Dr. Mehar was sitting quietly in his seat. He was amused to watch Ravson sick and also coming to chair the review.
Over the years, the jury has encountered many unexpected things.
For example, several projects with similar fanfare each attracted a group of judges, and everyone was deadlocked. For example, the previous chairman of the jury, despite the turbulent opposition, drew a part of the judges to deny the qualification of the organ transplant for the Nobel Prize.
These are all past and all are history. The well-informed reviewers have never seen an award of oxygen inhalation at the venue. It has never happened before, let alone presiding over the meeting like Dr. Rafson.
Because of age and physical reasons, the judge can apply for absence if the judge cannot support it, but Rafson uses actions to express his determination.
Until the organizing committee started to urge and other awards have been notified to the winners by phone, the conference under the auspices of Rafson was still in tension.
After the committee's preliminary screening, there are not many items that can be included in the Nobel Conference list. In previous years, there were 20-30 items, and only 12 items entered the final review this year.
In the past, the disputes at the Nobel Conference were very fierce, and it was impossible to balance the interests of all parties in one or two days. However, this year's review is surprisingly simple. The past of one project after another has been in turmoil.
The door was closed and no one knew what was happening inside. The process of each review is confidential, which is a tradition.
Dr. Rafson's assistant and the two doctors also remained outside the meeting room. The assistant was a little worried, and he kept walking around. Every time he wanted to knock on the door, he hesitated for a long time, and finally gave up suddenly.
Because of Dr. Rafson's insistence, hurry up and come to the venue at the last minute. Time is running out and you must not delay.
Another familiar person patted his shoulder and communicated.
"Alexandr, you look like a wild cat in love. What's wrong?"
Dr. Rafson's assistant, Alexander Hamilton, was not in a mood to chat with that person, and he said anxiously: "Fall, Dr. Just pulled the chest tube yesterday, and the symptoms of chest tightness and shortness of breath became more and more severe along the way. I am worried that he can not survive , If passed out ... "
"My god!" The man said in surprise: "Why not have a video conference on the hospital bed, and now the technology is so developed that Dr. Rafson does not have to come to the scene in person."
Alexander Hamilton sighed, something still could not be said.
Why did Dr. Rafson come to chair the meeting in person? He was always with the doctor, and he knew what happened.
In addition to the young and arrogant young doctor who is far away in DìDū, who else can be because of it!
This is for the doctor to show his respect, whether it is to the arrogant doctor far away in DìDū, or to the big family of prehistoric giants hidden under the iceberg sponge.
But ... Hamilton sighed, and it was a bit too far for the Doctor to do the same, risking his life.
Dr. Rafson's condition is not very good, and he is still breathing oxygen. Although not a doctor, Hamilton listened to the conversation between two doctors along the way, and he still knew about the doctor's condition.
Doctors estimate that there is pleural effusion, which accumulates pressure in the lungs, causing breathing difficulties. Urgent need to do B-ultrasonography, and then to remove the effusion by puncture to relieve symptoms.
But time was so tight, a storm in the English Channel led the doctor to come to the venue non-stop.
He stared nervously at the closed door of the conference room, his heart beating madly, and Hamilton foretold that something bad would happen.
Hope, hope that the voting can end sooner, whoever will get this year's Nobel Prize.
"Alexandria, take it easy, it won't be a problem." Fowler comforted the restless Alexander Hamilton.
But comfort is useless, the power of language is so pale under pleural effusion and dyspnea.
As time passed, the closed door was motionless like an air-tight lead in the operating room.
Unlike the operating room, there is no leaded glass seen here ~ EbookFREE.me ~ 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 stared at the door.
The two doctors behind Hamilton were already ready for first aid. They held the first aid kit and rushed in when the door opened.
I do not know how long, the heavy door opened silently, and the secretary who took the meeting rushed out.
Alexander Hamilton kept an eye on the door, and he rushed in the first time.
The two bumped into each other and the nosebleeds flowed.
Without the secretary's complaint, Hamilton covered his nose and rushed directly to Dr. Rafson, who was sitting on the podium.
Dr. Breath has shortness of breath, lips slightly cyanotic, and oxygen seems to be unable to enter blood oxygen exchange at all, no matter how much oxygen is inhaled, it is useless.
Hamilton greeted the two doctors, hurrying to push Dr. Rafson out to prepare for the pleural effusion.
Before leaving, he vaguely saw Dr. Mehar sitting in the front row raising his hand, as if blessing Dr. Rafson.
The venue was very quiet. It wasn't like after the Nobel Laureate was selected in previous years, some people were happy and some were angry.
As Dr. Rafson was pushed away and the secretary rushed out to call, everyone was sitting quietly in their original positions.
Everything that happened recently, especially today's awards, everyone needs to digest it.
Times have changed, and this is a common idea for everyone.
One door opened, and the other door remained tightly closed.