Chapter 2543: line with translation of chapter title

10th, Di Du.

Zheng Renhe worked as usual, as if it were just an ordinary day. But as the time for the Nobel Prize call notification drew nearer, the emotions of the other members of the Medical Team also became increasingly unstable.

Zhao Wenhua was okay; he wasn't considered part of the Medical Team, and his name wasn't on the project list.

Gao Shaojie took Lin Yuan to do Shou Bing, making several consecutive operational mistakes, clearly off form today. Zheng Ren drove them away, himself donning the lead clothing and going up to perform today's several Shou Bing.

Gao Shaojie also felt a bit panicked, he sheepishly sat in the operating room, watching Zheng Lao Ban's extremely skilled Shou Bing, like flowing clouds and water. But at this moment his mood was anxious and uneasy, unable to appreciate this beauty.

"Old Gao, what's wrong with you today?" Su Yun asked.

"Doctor Su, you also know…… I've been uneasy these days." Gao Shaojie gave an embarrassed smile, "Any news on that front?"

"Don't rush." Su Yun put his hands behind his head, slumped on the sofa, and said lazily.

Gao Shaojie knew Su Yun was also extremely nervous; usually he rarely appeared in the Operating Room, but these days he's almost inseparable from Zheng Lao Ban. Especially when the phone rings, he jumps up like a rabbit hearing gunfire.

Even…… he wouldn't let Zheng Lao Ban bring his phone into the Operating Room, insisting it be left outside in the operating area, so poor signal wouldn't affect answering the call.

Although everyone knows that morning in Di Du is night in Stockholm, making a phone call impossible, Su Yun still insisted, which made Gao Shaojie feel even more uneasy.

Even these days, Su Yun hardly plays with his own phone, looking as lazy as a dozing lion; in fact, his gaze has been fixed on Zheng Lao Ban's phone on the operating table.

Sigh, it seems not only me, but Doctor Su is also a bit anxious, Gao Shaojie thought.

Only Zheng Lao Ban in the Operating Room seems never to have changed, always steady as a mountain, performing Shou Bing with extraordinary skill. Gao Shaojie even faintly felt that Zheng Lao Ban, despite being at the top of the pole, was still constantly improving.

If he keeps improving like this, will his skill reach the clouds, to the point that I can't even see it?

Not to mention skill, just this mindset alone I can't match. His composure doesn't seem like that of a young person; rather, it's like that of a seventy- or eighty-year-old who has seen the vicissitudes of the world, with hardly anything able to stir his heart.

After saying a few neither-embarrassing-nor-awkward words, everyone was distracted, and the operating area fell silent. Patients were sent in and out, one Shou Bing after another being performed. Just past ten o'clock, today's Shou Bing were all completed.

Zheng Ren took off his lead clothing and walked back to the operating area; at First Time he felt the oppressive atmosphere in the operating area.

Nobel Prize, Zheng Ren knows that everyone's focus these days has been on this.

Actually, Zheng Ren also looks forward to the Nobel Prize; a huge amount of skill points could support raising a Skill Tree to peak level, plus a peak-level skill book.

Four peak-level skills, Xiao Shitou's treatment seems worth a try. Even so, Zheng Ren still feels he's suffering too much; better to let go. But maintaining some hope is after all good; having options is better than having none.

Just 【Main Line Quest — Fame Under Heaven Fifth Stage, Nobel Prize! Nobel Prize!!】 the progress bar of this quest has always hovered around 99%, but the last bit simply refuses to move.

Zheng Ren also doesn't know where the problem lies; he feels some regret about it. Big Pig Trotter doesn't give any hint either, leaving him completely confused.

There's not much to say with Su Yun and Gao Shaojie; I can't just blurt out my doubts for them to hear, can I?

During this period, everyone's spirits were low, so the plan to view the red leaves kept getting postponed, again and again.

【They say write quickly…】

The phone rang; Zheng Ren reached out, but before he could grab it, Su Yun, with a swift motion, snatched the phone into his hand.

"Tch, Lin Ge calling you for no reason." Su Yun looked at the displayed name and said disappointedly.

Zheng Ren smiled and answered the call.

"Director Lin."

"Yes, still no news."

"Wait a moment, don't rush."

After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up and slipped the phone into his pants pocket.

After stepping down to change clothes, returning to the office Zheng Ren still sat at his desk, holding a copy of the Fifth Edition of External Medicine.

Saying I'm not nervous is false; this is a peak-level skill book, plus a huge amount of Experience Points and skill points! It concerns whether many Shou Bing can succeed.

But Zheng Ren looked at the Main Line Quest — Fame Under Heaven Fifth Stage, Nobel Prize! Nobel Prize!! progress bar at 99%, puzzled.

After carefully considering various possibilities, but Zheng Ren doesn't really understand the Nobel Prize selection process, so he can't figure out what happened.

There's a task issued by Big Pig Trotter, proving this is feasible; there's Lao Luo Qie's guarantee, although that slippery fellow claims to guarantee the review's fairness, but this statement also gives me an opportunity.

At the very least, Zheng Ren now doesn't want to use the True Eye to look at Lao Luo Qie's System Panel for that strange self-described disease diagnosis; just glancing at his own Energy Value would drain it, turning him into a mummy.

If Lao Luo Qie fails to keep his promise, worst case we part ways; Zheng Ren truly doesn't believe he'd dare come to Di Du to hunt him down.

Really, if that were the case, Iron Fist would have already smashed him to pieces, even if he is the clan chief of the ancient mysterious Bruhl Family.

"Boss, I'll ask Ma Li Si to look with a crystal ball?" Su Yun has already made this suggestion the Nth time.

"What's there to see." Zheng Ren frowned, "Getting the call means you won; not getting it means you didn't—it's that simple. Besides, isn't there an official website for the Nobel Prize? Once there's news, it'll be posted online."

After saying that, Zheng Ren glanced at the System Panel; the task progress remained at 99%, still no acquisition. Any phone call, there's no need to wait.

"Tch!" Su Yun gave Zheng Ren a look of contempt.

【They say…】

Zheng Ren helplessly took out his phone; these past two days his phone has been blowing up, and aside from Director Pan, many people call him almost every day.

Still, the old director is reliable; Zheng Ren looked at the name displayed on the phone—Mu Tao—and let out a heavy sigh.

"Old Mu, why are you calling for no reason?" Su Yun muttered after seeing the name on the phone, "What does getting or not getting the Nobel Prize have to do with him?" He then sat back down, somewhat disappointed.

His black hair hung limp on his forehead; the later the time dragged on, from a certain perspective, the chances of winning the Nobel Prize grew lower.

Su Yun couldn't figure it out; he had made countless hypotheses in his mind. No matter how he hypothesized, he still couldn't explain why, to this day, he hasn't received any news.