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Chapter 2750 New Prospects for the Nobel Prize (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

The Nobel Prizes had just been announced, and while most people were still reveling in the joy of your latest Nobel Prize win, the journalists quickly forgot about it. After all, news happens every day, and it can happen at any time, so yesterday's news is always yesterday's news.

As usual, before nine o'clock in the morning, the Pacific Morning Post office was already bustling with activity.

The keyboard clattered loudly, and occasionally a few people would chat amongst themselves.

Upon arriving at the newspaper office, Lin Zhou went straight into the office of editor-in-chief Chen Jiyuan and pulled up a chair to sit down. The two were in charge of the forward-looking planning of the year's major topics, and taking advantage of the current buzz surrounding the Nobel Prize, they were going to make a prediction about next year's Nobel Prize in advance.

After Your Excellency won the Nobel Prize in Physics this year, there is now a lot of attention on the Nobel Prize in the entire SEA. In fact, when has it not been?
If no SEA member had won the award that year, it probably would have attracted even more attention.

That's why they came up with this forward-looking plan.

"Editor-in-chief, how many people do you think will be nominated for the Nobel Prize next year?"

After sitting down at the editor-in-chief's desk, Lin Zhou got straight to the point.

Taking off his glasses, Chen Jiyuan breathed on them, wiped them with a soft cloth, and smiled:
"Perfect timing, I've been thinking about this too. Next year's nominations are crucial. There are suitable candidates in physics and chemistry, but... are you eyeing the Medicine Prize?"

Upon seeing the medical journal in his hand, Chen Jiyuan understood his thoughts.

“That’s right.” Lin Zhou leaned forward and pointed to a paper in a journal.
"Look at the trends in the global medical community in recent years. Organ transplantation has gone from being an experiment more than 20 years ago to a routine treatment. Over the past two decades, tens of thousands of patients have been given a new lease on life through organ transplantation, and human medical technology has been completely rewritten."

Therefore, I believe that Dr. Zhang Wenguang will definitely be on the shortlist for this year's Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine.

Chen Jiyuan nodded in agreement:

“You’re absolutely right. Dr. Zhang Wenguang is a pioneer in organ transplantation. Twenty-five years ago, he performed the first kidney transplant and pioneered the discipline of organ transplantation. To outsiders, it was only a matter of time before he won the Nobel Prize.”

"That's right."

Lin Zhou said with a smile:

"This research has revolutionized human medical technology. I think he not only has a chance of being nominated, but he may even win the award this year. After all, the technology is now very mature and countless patients have been treated because of it."

Chen Jiyuan was silent for a few seconds, as if he had suddenly remembered someone else, and slowly spoke:
"Speaking of medical awards...did you forget someone?"

Lin Zhou was taken aback:
"Who?"

"Dr. Yang Jingfan".

Chen Jiyuan said, slowly and deliberately:
"Dr. Yang Jingfan, Dongning University Medical Center".

Lin Zhou immediately realized what was happening, and his eyes lit up:
"Are you talking about Yang Jingfan, the bone marrow transplant surgeon?"

"Who else could it be but him?"

Chen Jiyuan nodded and said:
"Organ transplantation is similar to bone marrow transplantation, and bone marrow transplantation has cured many blood diseases and leukemia. In recent years, many leukemia patients have been cured by bone marrow transplantation and eventually recovered, which is a miracle in itself."

Moreover, both are transplants, so I think that if Dr. Zhang Wenguang wins the award, Dr. Yang Jingfan will definitely win it as well.

"It is indeed possible that they could share the Nobel Prize in Medicine."

Lin Zhou listened and increasingly agreed, immediately expressing his approval. He then added:

"Wouldn't it be even more sensational if two people were predicted to be nominated and share a Nobel Prize?"

"The likelihood of inaccurate predictions is also higher."

After expressing his concerns, Chen Jiyuan added:
"But if the pioneers of organ transplantation are nominated, then Dr. Yang Jingfan is also very likely to be nominated for the Nobel Prize in Medicine at the same time."

He paused, then added:

"The two people's research directions are largely the same, so I think there is a high possibility of joint nomination. We can give it a try."

Lin Zhou took a deep breath, picked up his pen, and wrote two names heavily in his notebook.

"So, this year's medical prize is likely to be a big year for the 'transplantation field'." Chen Jiyuan looked out the window at the Pacific Ocean and nodded gently.

"Maybe, who knows? But I really hope Dr. Yang Jingfan can win the award. After all, Dongning University... doesn't have its own Nobel Prize yet."

He said this because Dongning University has not yet won a Nobel Prize, while the Nobel Prizes are mainly awarded to a few universities on the island.

Outer island universities, having been established later, have never achieved the same level of academic success as those on the main island. Among these universities, Dongning University is the strongest. Although several scientists have research achievements that have the potential to win the Nobel Prize, no one has won it yet.

That's why his tone was so full of anticipation when he mentioned Dr. Yang Jingfan.

……

Yang Jingfan was clearly unaware that he had suddenly become the hope of an entire city. He and his wife had just arrived at the theater when Liu Lingtong personally greeted them. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, they stepped into the theater, where they were met with a chorus of greetings and soft applause—Liu Lingtong, also known as the "Old Monkey King" in the hearts of the crowd, answered their questions as he led Yang Jingfan and his wife through the tea tables on either side, step by step, to their designated seats in front of the stage.
"Doctor, Madam, please have a seat. I'll go and attend to the others first."

"Mr. Zhang, you're too kind."

The theater was already packed with people. There were occasional hushed chatter from the audience, but everyone kept their voices down, afraid of disturbing the spectacle on stage. After taking his seat, Yang Jingfan glanced around. The audience was mostly older opera fans.

His wife noticed this too, and said softly:

"It seems like there aren't many young people."

Nodding slightly, Yang Jingfan said:

"Young people today prefer watching movies, attending concerts, and listening to operas..."

Just then, a gong and drum sounded, interrupting his words.

The sound of gongs and drums suddenly rose, and the erhu and suona played in unison. The curtain slowly opened, and a figure leaped onto the stage—it was Xiao Liuling Tong. He was dressed in a costume with golden helmet and armor, a purple-gold crown, and a bright red headband. His face was painted with an exquisite monkey-shaped mask, his golden eyes were wide open, and his eyebrows were raised with a hint of unruliness. Although he was small in stature, he exuded a lively spirit, looking exactly like the "Monkey King".

As soon as he appeared, a burst of enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted from the audience. The moment the Monkey King appeared, the atmosphere in the theater instantly reached a climax.

The play is "Three Battles with the White Bone Demon". The six-year-old boy on stage has very bright eyes and a bit of the Monkey King's arrogance. With a slight upturn of his lips, raising his eyebrows and flicking his sleeves, he perfectly portrays Sun Wukong's wit, courage and unruliness.

When reciting the lines, the six-year-old's voice was clear and powerful, with perfect pronunciation and intonation. Even the anger and disdain in his tone were perfectly captured. As for his movements, they were extremely agile. When he did somersaults, he was as light as a swallow and as nimble as a monkey. Under the lights, his agile figure seemed to be the Monkey King, coming on the clouds.

The audience below the stage were completely absorbed in the performance, and the entire theater was captivated by the little six-year-old's act.

Although they had already seen more than a dozen performances by Xiao Liulingtong, Yang Jingfan and his wife were still captivated, their eyes glued to Xiao Liulingtong on stage. As Xiao Liulingtong left the stage, they caught a glimpse of a camera set up behind them, its lens firmly pointed at the stage.

So Yang Jingfan turned to the six-year-old boy beside him and asked softly:
"Are you filming over there? Are you getting ready to record a video?"

In fact, the Zhang family troupe has made several opera films, but the market response has been lukewarm. After all, the Shaoxing opera performed by the Zhang family troupe is limited in its own way, even though the Dongning area is mainly populated by people from Shanghai, Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

In fact, there are many opera troupes in SEA and even throughout Southeast Asia, but their development is generally mediocre. This is because SEA is an immigrant country, and opera is mostly regional.

In contrast, movies are more readily accepted by the public, which is why fewer and fewer young people are watching movies these days.

When he saw the troupe filming their performance with a camera, he assumed that the Zhang family troupe was trying to make a videotape.

Upon hearing this, the six-year-old shook his head and explained:
"If we're going to film a video, there can't be an audience. There are people from a film company who came here specifically to film a sample. They're planning to film 'Journey to the West' and are looking for a troupe of monkey performers all over the country. They're also selecting an actor suitable to play Sun Wukong. They learned that my son has some talent for monkey performances, so they came to film his performance to see if he meets their requirements."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jingfan immediately turned to look at the six-year-old boy who was taking the stage again, his eyes full of admiration, and said with great certainty:
"No need to choose anymore, the Monkey King is definitely the one. He acted so well, he was both lively and imposing, he brought Sun Wukong to life completely, there is definitely no one more suitable for this role than him."

The six-year-old smiled but didn't reply. He simply turned his gaze back to the stage, a hint of barely perceptible anticipation flickering in his eyes. He sighed softly, his voice gentle yet tinged with uncertainty, and said in a low voice:

"I hope so."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the six-year-old boy. Looking at the lively figure on the stage, the smile on his lips deepened. At this moment, what he hoped for was that his son could lead the opera troupe out of their current predicament.

The drums and gongs on stage continued to sound clear and bright. The young actor, Liu Xiao Ling Tong, became increasingly engrossed in his performance, the golden cudgel twirling and spinning in his hands. The audience remained captivated. The camera lens was focused on the young actor on stage, while in a corner of the audience, Liu Xiao Ling Tong quietly watched his older brother's performance, his eyes also filled with anticipation…

(End of this chapter)