Chapter 2495: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Renhe

And at this moment, Wei Feng's interview had just begun; he was facing Director Sun Chao, and after the "normal" interview, he finally gradually approached the real question he truly wanted to ask.

"Director Sun, our interview has ended. Please accept my respect and admiration for doctors as an ordinary person." Wei Feng flattered Director Sun without reservation, trying to close the distance between them, laying the groundwork for the genuine interview that was about to begin.

The "boring" topics before this were all a strategy of Wei Feng's. And with one interview ending, the genuine interview was about to begin.

"This is all what should be done; doctors, healing and saving lives, are just their duty." Sun Chao smiled, watching Wei Feng pack up his notebook, and he also prepared to go home.

"Director Sun, would you like to grab a simple meal together this Evening?" Wei Feng asked.

"No thanks." Sun Chao said, "My family has already prepared dinner; if I don't go eat, I'll be nagged for three days and three nights when I get back."

"You really are humorous." Wei Feng said with a smile, "Director Sun, the interview has ended; may I ask you a few questions privately?"

Sun Chao didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a consultation about the condition; he nodded with a smile. Even if he got to know this reporter Wei Feng, he figured he'd inevitably cause trouble for himself, and if he ever needed publicity, he'd also trouble Wei Feng.

Hemostatic Forceps

"That's right." Wei Feng asked: "Your impression on me is that of a humble, gentle doctor; from the interview just now I can infer that your medical career has saved countless people. Putting it in the old saying, calling you a living Bodhisattva is not an exaggeration."

"Exaggerated, exaggerated, I dare not say that." Sun Chao waved his hands repeatedly, "Doing this job is what I do; being able to perform my duties well is already satisfying enough."

Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine

"Huh?" Sun Chao froze for a moment.

When Wei Feng said that, he recalled the time during 912 when he saw Zheng Lao Ban remove a 12cm-long blood clot, he leaned forward, and then that hemostatic forceps flew toward him... Sun Chao would never forget this incident for his whole life.

"I was interviewing other doctors when I heard others say that. It was also casual chatter afterward; people inadvertently brought up this matter." Wei Feng explained in a sentence, "It's simply outrageous; others also feel indignant for you. With such a terrible typhoon, facing an honest elder like you, I don't know how such a person could sneak into our medical team."

Although he felt a bit Strange, seeing Wei Feng's sincere and heartfelt words, deeply moving, he also felt somewhat touched.

"Ah, nowadays young people are not like we were back then." Sun Chao sighed, "Back then we respected the old director, it came from the heart."

"You're right, Technique needs to be passed down." Wei Feng said: "Just after learning a little something, they go and beat up seniors like you; how can they be doctors? If it weren't for senior doctors like you teaching hands-on, they..."

Wei Feng spoke fluently; these were all premeditated, things he thought would most resonate with Sun Chao and Director Sun.

But hearing these words, Sun Chao's heart skipped a beat; it felt as if a hemostatic forceps flew toward him and struck his right radial styloid.

With a crack, he involuntarily shuddered.

"Director Sun, you..." Wei Feng asked cautiously.

"Nothing." Sun Chao replied calmly, "It's all in the past; let's not talk about it."

Wei Feng froze for a moment.

Not talk about it? How could that be acceptable!

"Director Sun, are you worried that I'll write this in the report, causing conflict between the two Hospitals? Rest assured, I especially respect you, so from the heart I feel indignant for you." Wei Feng said sincerely.

Sun Chao sighed, feeling somewhat odd inside.

The Leader above arranged for me to interview Doctor Zheng, but I refused them all.

Refused? Why?

I heard his typhoon is especially bad; he's hit people with Hemostatic Forceps on the Operating table more than once. Such a person, what's there to interview?" Wei Feng said, his true feelings showing, a deep disgust for Zheng Ren welling up from his heart.

"Cough, can't say that." Sun Chao recalled the surgery; Zheng Lao Ban was still honest, it's just his assistant beside him who was extremely arrogant.

You're just humble; the surgeries they do are minor in your eyes, not worth mentioning.

Upon hearing this, Sun Chao recalled Zheng Lao Ban extracting a 12cm-large blood clot from the pulmonary Artery, as if pulling out a big worm; he thought, if this is minor surgery, he really wouldn't know what counts as major.

If he himself were standing on the Operating table, that patient might not survive. Even if he could leave the table alive, he'd definitely have to lie in the ICU for at least half a month, with no quick recovery.

As a clinical doctor for many years, having performed several thousand surgeries, Sun Chao still has a sense of what he can and cannot do.

Other remarks he would just accept; bragging is something everyone does. But to claim he could easily pull off such a difficult surgery, Sun Chao really couldn't get past that. This boast was perhaps too big, so big that he subconsciously deemed it impossible.

"Zheng Lao Ban's surgery is indeed good; let's just talk facts." Sun Chao thought, then spoke in a low voice.

You're truly humble. A little doctor from Hai Cheng, no matter how good his surgery is, how good could it get?

Sun Chao's heart skipped a beat; he suddenly realized this person's purpose might not be so simple.

Zheng Lao Ban comes from Hai Cheng; this is indeed known in the circle, but heroes don't ask about origins. In usual conversation, people only say who can do what surgery, who had what medical mishap; who cares where his hometown is.

Wei Feng didn't notice Director Sun's subtle changes; getting excited, he continued: "Although I'm not a doctor, I also know surgery requires forging through countless trials. As a young doctor, his surgical volume is insufficient; even if he does well, how good could it get?"

Moreover he's too boastful. The Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine, you know?

Sun Chao nodded.

The list of nominees is strictly confidential on the Nobel Prize side. Now searching online, only data declassified 50 years ago is available. He, however, went and got a nomination, afraid others wouldn't know, running around telling people he's a Nobel Prize Nominee.

Saying this, Wei Feng sneered: "Without the identity of a Nobel Prize Nominee, could 912 have let him parachute in? Could he be so arrogant, wildly wielding Hemostatic Forceps on the Operating table to smash people?"

These are all conspiracies, conspiracies! A petty citizen, a petty doctor, to climb up, uses any means, playing petty tricks!