Chapter 2528: and translation of chapter title

The day of the Nobel Prize phone notification drew nearer day by day; besides Wei Feng, Sun Zeli, and Tangxiu, all media people in Di Du who were following this matter had prepared two sets of manuscripts.

One set was for winning the Nobel Prize, the other set was for not winning the Nobel Prize.

Sun Zeli and Tangxiu met during an interview; because they got along well and their projects overlapped, they decided to prepare together.

For them, if Zheng Lao Ban couldn't win the Nobel Prize, this matter would have no news value.

But for Wei Feng, it was exactly the opposite; in his mind there was no possibility that Zheng Ren could win the Nobel Prize.

He had already leaked the news of getting the recommendation early on, wasn't it just to gain benefits? Nowadays, the Inpatient Chief of Hai Cheng has become the team-leading professor at Di Du 912 Hospital, and even an extraordinary full professor!

Wei Feng felt that this benefit was already quite large.

And what he wanted to do was expose this lie, reducing Hai Cheng's little Inpatient Chief back to its original form!

With him? He's not even worthy!

After seeing a bunch of roundworms last time, Wei Feng became honest for a few days. He observed Zheng Lao Ban's movements, but unexpectedly, Zheng Lao Ban's schedule was quite regular and also quite boring.

Every day it was work, off work, going out to eat and coming back early.

He rarely smoked, absolutely never drank alcohol; each day was nothing but work, this kind of ascetic, monk-like Puritan lifestyle was incomprehensible to Wei Feng.

Zheng Lao Ban's private life had no flaws, so Wei Feng had to turn his attention to the 912 Hospital.

He contacted several junior doctors through his school connections, monitoring Zheng Ren's every move from different angles.

Yesterday Wei Feng got the news that Zheng Ren was going to perform a Shou Bing in the Gastroenterology Surgery; the patient's diagnosis, upon hearing it, sounded problematic—a man's belly contained a child.

This damn isn't just a street-side tabloid that grabs eyeballs however it likes—how could a man give birth!

Wei Feng truly didn't understand; how could such a thing akin to idiocy have no one at 912 stepping forward to expose the lie?!

This is the real-life version of the Emperor's New Clothes.

Indeed, people's hearts are not ancient, social morals deteriorate day by day; Wei Feng felt the whole world had fallen, upon hearing this news he didn't even ask for details, just asked the surgery time and then came early to wait outside the Operating Room.

He had prepared his audio and video equipment, then disguised himself, wearing a baseball cap, posing as a patient's relative, and came outside the Operating Room to patiently chat with others.

Through his relentless efforts, he finally found his target—the relative of that 'pregnant' man.

Chatting with the patient's relative, Wei Feng turned on the recorder. He suppressed his Inner Mind's excitement; if this were reported, it would be a huge scandal.

In the top-tier Grade-A tertiary hospital 912 domestically, they would actually give the patient such an absurd, baseless diagnosis.

He didn't notice the difference between a parasitic fetus and pregnancy in the belly, and of course the patient's relative didn't clarify it either.

After listening to the patient's relative finish speaking, Wei Feng began repeatedly instilling the notion that the doctors at 912 were unreliable.

Although the patient's relative repeatedly said they also didn't understand, they didn't question Professor Feng's diagnosis. Wei Feng felt contempt in his heart; these people were brainwashed.

But the recording can be edited and cut, so Wei Feng didn't really care what the patient's relative said.

What he wanted to do was confirm that a man was pregnant!

Whether the surgery had problems or not no longer mattered; if after the surgery there was no pregnancy, even if the surgery succeeded, Wei Feng felt he could produce countless news stories.

For example—domestic Grade-A tertiary hospitals, in order to force surgery, intimidate patients, actually diagnose a man as pregnant.

For example—an 'authoritative' diagnosis, why would a man be pregnant?

For example—

Such headline-style news posed no difficulty for Wei Feng; he felt he didn't need to wait for the Nobel Prize to conclude before starting his own revenge journey.

First, expose the false, ugly face of that Chief Zheng, now Zheng Lao Ban, who, in order to make money from surgery, actually intimidated patients into pregnancy.

Damn, is there still heavenly principle! Is there still royal law!!

Next came a certain day in October when the Nobel Prize phone call never came to him, which was expected. At that time he wrote several thousand words flowing freely, exposing his ugly true face from the start.

Spare no means, in the process of reverse elimination stepping on others' shoulders to climb up, eating human blood steamed buns, yet not only was he not condemned, he actually gained huge benefits.

The more Wei Feng thought, the angrier he became; he had even reached the point of outrage, coldly looking at the Operating Room's door. He truly wished to beat that pretentious Zheng Lao Ban senseless, if he weren't afraid he couldn't win.

Fondling the prepared pinhole camera, adjusting its angle, Wei Feng felt like a warrior ready to charge into battle, awaiting the charge's bugle.

"Relative of Zhou Xiaohai!"

Feng Jianguo wore a surgical gown, gloves stained with blood, one hand holding a pathological basin, the other hand holding Oval Forceps, shouting at the door of the Operating Room.

"Professor Feng, Professor Feng, over here." The patient's relative hurried over.

Turns out they were acquaintances; this bunch of idiots, after being tricked they still wanted to demand money back, after being overcharged they still didn't know. Wei Feng cursed under his breath, then lowered the brim of his baseball cap.

He kept his head down, following behind the patient's relative, one hand inside his clothing adjusting the angle of the pinhole camera.

Grab the solid hammer! This time see what he still has to say, Wei Feng walked forward, feeling somewhat excited.

"The parasitic fetus has been cut off; Zhou Xiaohai, wait until the general anesthesia wears off before it can be sent out." Feng Jianguo said, "This is the specimen, to be sent for pathological examination. Judging by the situation, it should be twins; you lot, why didn't you treat it earlier?"

The patient's relative accompanied with a smile, feeling completely bewildered inside.

Feng Jianguo lifted the gauze covering the pathological basin and showed the parasitic fetus to the patient's relative.

"Here, this is it; it has been continuously absorbing the patient's nutrition but hasn't grown much." Feng Jianguo manipulated the parasitic fetus with Hemostatic Forceps, saying, "This is the head, but there's no brain development. This is the mouth, and it even grew a few teeth?!"

Saying this, he immediately understood why Zheng Lao Ban had been so cautious during the surgery.

Looking at those sharp teeth, Feng Jianguo could imagine how perilous the surgery process was.

Wei Feng froze for a moment; indeed it was a malformed child… I go… When he saw Feng Jianguo flip the parasitic fetus over, a surge of reverse flow surged between his chest and abdomen.

Vomited…

He turned and left, afraid that if he looked again he would have nightmares when he returned home in the Evening.

These doctors, damn, aren't even human! Every day they look at some ghostly stuff!

Moreover… Wei Feng was quite bewildered; was that bloody, gurgling thing really taken out of a man's belly?