The Surgeon’s Studio

Dr. Rafferson flew to the imperial capital.

In the field of biomedical science, rafferson didn’t have any particularly outstanding contributions. However, he was the Chairman of the Committee for the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine, so he couldn’t be measured by the standards of ordinary scholars.

Every year, professor rafson enjoyed the lobbying of many research institutes, top professors, and industry elites.

Professor rafson was happy to be respected and to find his place in history. However, this year’s Nobel Prize judges didn’t make him happy.

The people in clinical medicine, led by Dr. Mehal, suddenly burst out with infinite enthusiasm and were ready to fight for the Nobel Prize that had not been awarded to clinical medicine for more than half a century.

However, Dr. Raffson wasn’t worried about Dr. Mehal and the group of clinical people who agreed with his idea.

In the end, they still had to vote to decide who the Nobel Prize would go to.

Ever since the incident where Dr. Mehal went to the imperial capital for surgery, Dr. Raffson used all kinds of means to win him over, divide him, and tempt him. He firmly believed that he had the absolute advantage in votes. No matter how hard the other side tried, Dr. Raffson and his group would still lose in the final voting.

How was the organ transplant?

So what if it was test-tube baby?

If they couldn’t win the Nobel Prize, they couldn’t win it. In the end, organ transplantation was still considered from a biological point of view, and it had nothing to do with Clinical Surgery.

This was a tradition. The Nobel Prize was a top-tier award with a tradition.

However, a month ago, professor rafson met an independent director of Lanke group at a cocktail party.

Professor raffson knew who he represented.

The hidden big families in Europe that had been around for hundreds of years had used a complicated method, through countless funds and charity organizations, to break up their huge family assets into pieces and hide under the water.

It was a giant crocodile, a prehistoric giant crocodile.

Dr. Raffson was a little surprised when he heard the news. It was said that from the incident after the end of World War II until now, they were the ones who set the rules more than half a century ago, and they were still the ones who wanted to break the rules.

In the face of the Lanke group’s independent director and the ancient and huge family behind him, professor rafson did not dare to resist.

If Dr. Raffson had received the news a few months ago, he would have reviewed all the awards in a fair and just manner without hesitation.

However, the counterattack from the reviewer who used to be a clinician had made him extremely unhappy. Even though he knew that there was nothing he could do to salvage the situation, he had still observed for a few months.

What made him angry was that the young doctor from the capital was too arrogant! This was the original sin!

He still had to go through the necessary procedures. He had come to visit him and politely expressed his respect for him. Was this too much?

But,

But!

But!

Other than professor Rudolf Wagner from the University of Neverwinter in Germany, doctor Zheng, the main founder of the new TIPS surgical method, showed no signs of coming.

This put professor raffson in a difficult position.

It wasn’t that there weren’t people who “accidentally” won the Nobel Prize without any prior communication, but those were all results of two or more major projects.

Sometimes, two big projects that were well-matched in strength would compete with each other and end up with both sides suffering losses. The selection committee could only eliminate them all and choose the lucky one.

But this time, it was different. This was a shattering and overthrowing of more than half a century’s tradition. Professor raffson even believed that this would affect the future of Biology and Medicine. This was a big event!

Dr. Raffson had been slandering the arrogant doctor Zheng every day.

As time went by, professor raffson became restless.

In the beginning, he still had a trace of hope, hoping that he had misunderstood this matter. However, more and more information showed that the ancient family was serious, including the many Foundation and Lanke company standing in front.

The world had changed. Professor raffson sighed.

After a few rounds of thinking, he finally made a difficult decision. Since Youyou didn’t want to come over, he would go over himself.

The last thing that made Dr. Raffson decide was that he vaguely smelled something wrong. It was said that the leader of the Bruch family had personally gone to the imperial capital a few months ago.

If Sir old Roche could go, why couldn’t he? Dr. Raffson found an excuse. He had received the news quite late, only vaguely knowing about it in September.

TIPS surgery required a huge number of cases to be completed so that it would be in line with the rules. Doctor Zheng was very busy, but if he went to the capital to give a lecture, he could visit him “while he was there.”

Professor raffson felt that he had done enough to express his apology.

He contacted a biological research Institute in the capital and held a Grand speech at the Imperial Medical University. These were all procedural matters. Dr. Raffson didn’t give the other party a chance to play dumb.

If he ran to the other party’s house and didn’t see them, it wouldn’t make sense.

However, the next moment …

Dr. Raffson was still disappointed.

He had already run to the stream at the foot of the mountain, but the mountain remained unmoved. It was still silent and had no intention of paying him a visit.

The time to leave the imperial capital was getting closer and closer, and Dr. Raffson was like an ant on a hot pan, anxious every day.

On the last day, professor rafferson’s heart was gloomy as he faced the enthusiastic principal of the Imperial Medical University and the researchers of the Institute of Biology.

After a painful mental struggle, Dr. Raffson finally raised the white flag and surrendered.

He had already come to the imperial capital and had already walked to the foot of the mountain. What was there to be reserved about?

After a friendly conversation, professor rafferson explained his thoughts.

Principal Zhang, the managing Vice Principal of the Imperial Medical University, was stunned. The world’s top scholar in front of him was going to visit boss Zheng?

Doctor Zheng was probably boss Zheng. Shouldn’t boss Zheng be the one to attend the meeting? How could they let professor raffson go?

This was not in line with principal Zhang’s understanding of the world. Although he knew that 912’s little boss Zheng had been in the limelight recently, no matter what kind of understanding or analysis, professor raffson should not have come personally.

So principal Zhang immediately contacted 912’s Deputy Dean Yuan, but the news he got was still that boss Zheng was busy and had no time.

Although principal Zhang was shocked, when he said this and saw Dr. Raffson’s expression, he felt a little happy.