"Mr. Wu, it''s incredible!" Professor bellac didn''t care where he lived. He looked at his toothbrush and sighed again, "how did he swallow it!"


    "Who knows," said Wu Mian, "just take it out, bellac. Remember to write your paper."


    "Boss, why do you care so much about the paper?" Professor beilac said with exaggerated waving his hands, "your future should be the Nobel Prize in biology and medicine!"


    "Bellac, how many times have I told you that I''m not interested in the explosive award?" Wu Mian said. "Director Zhao, director Liang, I''ll go first. When the patient wakes up, ask the specific situation and remember to tell me."


    "OK, Miss Wu," Zhao Xiangming and director Liang replied in one voice.


    Wu Mian turned and left the operating room. Chu Zhixi followed him with a smile. Professor bellac trotted all the way. Matthew stood in the corner and looked at this strange picture. He couldn''t believe it.


    "Boss, should you be nominated for next year''s Nobel Prize?" Professor beilac ran to Wu Mian and asked.


    "Why? I told you I wasn''t interested in the dynamite prize."


    "God, you are so... So... Insidious!" Professor bellac found an adjective, "yes, insidious. This time is just right for you. I am the most capable doctor in the medical group and the highest level doctor. We have cooperated with more than 200 operations together, and you are still hiding it from me."


    "198 sets, including 3 sets of appendectomy, you have to go." Wu Mian strode to the dressing room, pulled off his mask and took a deep breath.


    "Mr. Wu, the Nobel Prize is not awarded to the clinical operation, which is the rule under the name." Professor beilac said, "that''s why you go to the laboratory, isn''t it? Otherwise, boss, why would you give up clinical practice and engage in boring basic research?"


    "That''s called hidden rules, potential hidden rules."


    "Uh huh, unspoken rules."


    "I''ve said countless times that I''m not interested in the explosive prize." Wu Mian sat down and looked at professor beilac seriously. "Do you know why Nobel was so rich?"


    "Of course, he invented explosives." Professor beilac shrugged and exaggerated, "boss, this is not a problem at all! No matter how many people died under explosives, isn''t there a peace prize in the end?"


    "That''s not what I''m talking about, bellac. What''s the composition of the explosive?" Wu Mian asked with a smile.


    "Nitroglycerin," Professor bellac replied quickly without thinking.


    "What is the most common drug for angina pectoris?"


    "Nitroglycerin."


    "What''s the difference between the two?" Wu Mian continued.


    Professor bellac was stunned.


    The name is quite similar. In English, the spelling of nitroglycerin is nitroglycerine, while nitroglycerin is nitroglycerin, which is almost the same.


    He knows Wu Mian''s preciseness and erudition. This problem is obviously a big trap, so Professor bellac dare not say a word more.


    "In fact, there is no difference between them," Wu Mian said. "They are all triglycerides."


    "So what? Boss, do you mean..." Professor beilac asked hesitantly.


    At this time, Matthew de and director Liang came in and were stunned when they heard Wu mianzheng talking about nitroglycerin.


    "Nobel has studied for many years to stabilize unstable explosives. The final chemical formula is glyceryl trinitrate. Later, medical personnel found that this chemical can treat angina pectoris, but you know, Nobel himself doesn''t believe it!"


    "..." Professor bellac didn''t know about it. He looked at Wu Mian and opened his mouth very wide.


    "I guess Nobel will think that no one knows more about nitroglycerin than I do, and no one knows more about explosives than I do. Is the patent special? I have it in my hands, and even the patent period has not expired. You dogs want to steal it? Say it''s for the treatment of myocardial infarction. In fact, why do you think I don''t know?" Wu Mian said with a smile.


    Matthew de and director Liang finally know what Wu Mian said. They are only familiar with nitroglycerin and vaguely know that it is similar to the composition of explosives, but they are not clear in any detail. At this time, Wu Mian was also a little surprised.


    "Later, Mr. Nobel got coronary heart disease and began to have symptoms of angina pectoris. The doctor advised him to take nitroglycerin orally to alleviate it. But Mr. Nobel refused because the TRINITROGLYCERIN was still in the patent period at that time, and he stopped relevant personnel from studying it.


    Finally, Mr. Nobel died of myocardial infarction. "


    "..." Professor bellac held his head in his hands and stared like a copper bell.


    "It is estimated that Nobel has a spirit in heaven. He is still so stubborn and refuses to award the explosive prize to doctors. What kind of shit biology and medicine prize is called the biology prize."


    "Mr. Wu, it''s impossible..." Professor beilac''s voice became smaller and smaller.


    Although it sounds incredible at first glance, it''s interesting to think about what Wu Miangang said.


    The more you think, the more likely it is, the more you think, the more likely it is to be true.


    Mr. Nobel has studied explosives all his life. It is clear that the chemical substance called triglyceride can cause violent explosion. It is hard for anyone to eat it.


    The question about patents is also very simple. The Nobel Prize comes from the huge profits of nitroglycerin patents.


    "My God, is this all true, boss? How come I''ve never heard of it," Professor bellac whispered.


    "The last time I tell you, Barack, don''t talk about the Nobel Prize in front of me." Wu Mian said, "disgusting."


    “……”


    Matthew and director Liang were speechless. This should be the first time they heard people talk about the Nobel Prize with disdain on their face.


    "This is an award full of discrimination. I am not interested in him," Wu Mian said.


    "Boss, I think you are full of discrimination," Professor beilac whispered.


    "Insulin, synthetic insulin, treatment of diabetes, can we get the Nobel Prize?" Wu asked.


    "Can I win a Nobel Prize for organ transplantation?"


    "Treatment of coronary heart disease... My God, I really don''t want to say this! The jury refused to award the Nobel Prize to coronary artery related minimally invasive surgery, only to those academic swindlers!"


    Professor bellac sighed.


    "So what?" Wu Mian stood up, opened his locker and took off his isolation suit. "Change another topic."


    "Boss, how do you practice your muscles?" Professor beilac asked, looking at Wu Mian''s clear muscle lines. It seems that there is magnificent vitality below, which will burst out at any time.


    "Oh, born."


    In the face of such a careless answer, Professor beilac can''t go on even if he talks too much.


    "Horse yard, please send beilac to the staff dormitory." Wu Mian said.


    "What are you going to do, Miss Wu?" Professor bellac asked.


    "I have my business. Next is private time."