A few hours later.
Stockholm, Sweden, Karolinska medical school, Central Conference room.
It was cloudy, sometimes it would rain.
There was no first light, no rising sun, and everything was foggy, just like the mood of the old people who had arrived early in the morning.
"Mehal has gone crazy." An old man in a wheelchair came to the small meeting room and said vaguely,""He's actually going to be an assistant? Could it be that he still reminisces about that worn out lead coat from twenty years ago?"
"He left an email to the committee, saying that this time he will personally prove what is great! It was a stupid thing to refuse to receive a medical award for a Clinical Surgery. I think there's something wrong with Mehar's brain. "
"Impossible. Did the artery in his frontal cerebral artery get embolized by a fallen artery, causing problems in the excited region?"
Most of the elderly people present were in their seventies or eighties, and they looked old.
