Chapter 2545: with translation of chapter title

Tangxiu stared at Wei Feng with a blank face, holding back her anger. She knew this former subordinate had come just to watch a joke, possibly even with ill intent.

But saying something so blatantly, isn't he afraid of any mishap or being slapped in the face? Seeing the William Editor-in-chief behind him, whose conduct is extremely arrogant, especially under the banner of the Financial Times, Tangxiu felt a faint bad premonition.

As an internationally renowned media group, their information is well-informed, especially regarding the Nobel Prize, a globally watched major event; their channels for obtaining news are far stronger than many domestic media.

"Move aside." Sun Zeli didn't know Wei Feng, and she didn't care about the Financial Times either. Could even a big media group make waves in Di Du?

Nonsense!

Especially the sneer at the corner of Wei Feng's mouth looked particularly disgusting; she felt disgust and openly rebuked him.

"Oh oh." Wei Feng didn't care, he smiled and said: "We've gotten some news; reportedly the German professor in Doctor Zheng's project team is distressed in Stockholm, going to a bar to get drunk late at night."

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Sun Zeli and Tangxiu were stunned for a moment.

Professor Rudolf Wagner buying drinks late at night? This proves more conclusively than any rumor that Zheng Lao Ban's project has failed.

If Wei Feng were just talking nonsense, its credibility wouldn't be high. But the arrogant William Editor-in-chief standing behind him, and his affiliation with the Financial Times, make this matter's credibility worth considering.

"Is that the Professor Rudolf buying drinks late at night… hey! Actually I think he's overthinking it." Wei Feng's words were full of confidence: "This is just a trick by Doctor Zheng; you know the Nobel Prize nominee list is kept confidential, right?"

Seeing Sun Zeli and Tangxiu silent, Wei Feng became even more pleased. However, he restrained his emotions and spoke feigning calm.

The more times like this, the more one should remain nonchalant. Only then can one show off one's stature. After all, I'm a Financial Times reporter, incomparable to Tangxiu, an editor from a fourth-tier small city.

He was full of superiority, and he elegantly smiled slightly, saying, "Editor-in-chief Tang, you've all been deceived."

"Doctor Zheng's goal has also been achieved, which cannot be denied. He smoothly went from Hai Cheng to Di Du, and is thriving in this dry environment."

"Looking back now, I can't help but admire how skilled and experienced the means were, gaining all the benefits that should be obtained. As for that poor German professor… right, they gave him an insulting name, Fugui'er. That Fugui'er is just a clown, not of sound mind."

Seeing Tangxiu and Sun Zeli, who should be a senior reporter, not speaking, Wei Feng's heart filled with pride.

He went on saying: "Fugui'er probably still doesn't realize that Doctor Zheng never intended to win the Nobel Prize from the start; he merely used his reputation to achieve the leap from Hai Cheng to Di Du."

"No matter how well prepared, it's unnecessary; it's really pitiful, you're also victims deceived by that hypocrite."

Wei Feng wore a look saying "you're all idiots," and proudly said: "The Financial Times tracks this project every year, with rich experience. For any possible nominee of any award, once they get a call, there will be an internal notice in the media industry."

Speaking, he glanced at the time and said: "I think it's about time."

At this moment, the William Editor-in-chief behind Wei Feng, impatient, spoke a string of words quickly in American English with a strong local accent; Sun Zeli and Tangxiu could only grasp the gist.

He thought Wei Feng was wasting time and needed to hurry to the ward.

Wei Feng's expression changed instantly, like a Sichuan opera face‑change with no trace of stitching. He bent over, bowing repeatedly, sincerely expressing his apology and submission.

"Let's go up too." Tangxiu left a message for Xie Yiren, then said to Sun Zeli.

She worried that Zheng Lao Ban would speak carelessly, giving those who obviously came to find fault a handle.

Tangxiu and Sun Zeli entered the elevator, seeing Wei Feng and his team also follow in.

Wei Feng used his hand to block the elevator, bent over, waiting for William to enter before being the last to walk in. Tangxiu frowned and asked: "Don't you think Zheng Lao Ban can't win the Nobel Prize? Then why are you still following?"

"I want to see what he'll say after his inevitable defeat." Wei Feng still didn't utter a single swear word, trying to maintain the poise and elegance of a victor.

Just as he was speaking, William's phone behind him chimed, and at that moment the elevator doors closed.

William picked up his phone, glanced at it, but the email wouldn't open no matter what he clicked. Only after arriving at the floor and stepping out of the elevator did he open the email.

Pretending to let William go first, Wei Feng took a quick glance at the email. When he saw it, his face showed anticipation and excitement.

In the Intervention Department doctors' office, several doctors gathered around, looking at their phones.

Tangxiu and Sun Zeli felt a surge of joy; this was just after the Nobel Prize committee had finished calling, gathered together… no, actually after calling to notify the winners, a few hours later the website would officially announce it.

What were they doing?

"Dong dong dong~" Sun Zeli knocked on the open office door and asked softly, "Zheng Lao Ban, are you busy?"

"Mm, busy." Su Yun said without looking up: "The Shou Bing can't be done; a second valve replacement. In my view, the aortic valve root is penetrated by an abscess, requiring removal of part of the aortic wall, the base of the anterior leaflet of the mitral valve, and the connected atrial roof. Or it's a second surgery; the adhered part would bleed uncontrollably."

"Let me think again." Zheng Ren stared, somewhat distracted, his reaction a beat slow.

But seeing such situations often, no one said anything.

"Let's do it under intraoperative Intervention Department protection; remove part of the aortic wall, I'll brace it with a large frame, so if there's a problem it's easy to handle. Whether we use a pericardial patch or a synthetic patch, we have time." Gao Shaojie said solemnly.

"No, it must be done under cardiopulmonary bypass; the aorta is occluded." Su Yun said, "At least we can first place a filter to prevent emboli from detaching."

Tangxiu and Sun Zeli were completely bewildered.

Shouldn't we be talking about the Nobel Prize? Why are we discussing heart problems? It sounds like a critically ill emergency patient.

"Hey, knowing they can't get the Nobel Prize, they're just pretending to discuss the case here." Wei Feng said with a slight smile.

Only then did Wei Feng "understand" what trick Doctor Zheng Ren was playing.

Find an emergency case to discuss, using the emergency patient to block the news reporters who came upon hearing the news!

This plan is practically perfect.