Chapter 2548: with translation of chapter title

Just as they were thinking, the phone rang. Sun Zeli responded with an apologetic smile, walked out of the office and answered the phone.

It was a colleague calling; in less than ten Minute, the winners of the Nobel Prize in Physics, Chemistry, Literature, Economics, and Peace had all received the telephone notice.

But for now, no media have issued a bulletin saying which winner of the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine it is.

Sun Zeli sighed, meaning that this year's winner of the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine is a dark horse, unnoticed by the media before. I've been in the office these few Minute, and Zheng Lao Ban's phone never rang, so it definitely isn't him.

With a complicated mood, she put away the phone, Sun Zeli quickly made up her mind and adopted the backup plan!

She returned to the office and said softly, "Zheng Lao Ban, you go ahead and get busy; we won't disturb you."

Seeing Zheng Renyi thinking something while nodding his head, Sun Zeli gave Tangxiu a glance, and the two, with the film crew, turned and left.

"Sister Sun, what's wrong?"

"Apart from the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine, the winners of every other prize have already received the telephone notice, and the news bulletin has already appeared first time on the official websites of various newspapers." Sun Zeli sighed.

Tangxiu was stunned, then immediately asked in a low voice, "Who is the winner of the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine?"

"I don't know yet; probably a dark horse." Sun Zeli said, "But it should be certain that it's not Zheng Lao Ban, since the telephone notice from the organizing committee usually comes within ten Minute."

Saying this, Sun Zeli felt a bit discouraged, but turning around she burst with fighting spirit, saying, "The chances of getting it the first year aren't high, so there's nothing to be disappointed about. We'll use the second plan and report the summarized information."

"Sister Sun, should I wait a bit longer?" Tangxiu still felt unwilling.

"Ah." Sun Zeli sighed, she couldn't bear to crush Tangxiu's last hope, "Then wait a bit longer, keep an eye on the official website. Film crew… follow you."

"Mm." Tangxiu nodded.

"When the official website announces it, come find me quickly." Sun Zeli continued, "Zheng Lao Ban's mood might not be good either, so don't conduct an in-depth interview."

"Got it." Tangxiu nodded.

After a brief exchange, Sun Zeli left. She needed to go back to prepare the manuscript, and after the failed attempt at the Nobel Prize, issue strong public support for Zheng Lao Ban.

Other media outlets also gradually received the news; this side remained silent, showing that relying on luck really isn't reliable—Zheng Lao Ban of 912 truly has no luck.

In the large conference room, people gradually dispersed; the publicity section's Li Chuzhang and media personnel exchanged pleasantries. Seeing off those who wanted to leave, they took care of the reporters who still had to wait here for the website's official notice.

An atmosphere of disappointment mixed with schadenfreude lingered in the large conference room. Li Chuzhang could do nothing about it—victors and losers, it's always been this way.

Tangxiu also didn't go to the office to disturb Zheng Lao Ban; she sat quietly in a chair outside the ward's lobby waiting.

Actually, she didn't even know what she was waiting for; perhaps she just felt a bit unwilling.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Wei Feng's voice came.

Tangxiu felt annoyed, lifted her head and asked disdainfully, "What about you? Your editor-in-chief have all run off, so why are you still here?"

"Hey!" Wei Feng gave a cold laugh, saying, "Since I started school, the Teacher has taught us not to yield to various pressures, but to report the factual truth."

Seeing Tangxiu not speaking, he continued, "I admit that Doctor Zheng does have some ability; otherwise, even coming from Hai Cheng to Di Du, he wouldn't be able to stand firm. But Editor-in-chief Tang, don't you think he's going a bit too far?"

"How is it excessive?" Tangxiu coldly stared at Wei Feng and asked.

"The confidential Nobel Prize candidate list, he himself first publicized it—this is a tactic; perhaps from the very beginning he never thought he could win the Nobel Prize. Even this candidate's identity could be fake." Wei Feng gave a cold laugh and continued.

Wei Feng was already furious beyond endurance; William Editor-in-chief's panicked escape left him extremely disappointed.

The project he was responsible for had been a failure from the start. He could imagine that William Editor-in-chief, that kind of person, would throw all the mistakes onto his head; wanting to change from an intern's identity to a formal reporter of the Financial Times was practically harder than climbing to heaven.

All his efforts were wasted; Wei Feng angrily wanted to fight to the death! At that moment he tore off his mask, revealed his true self, and spoke what he truly wanted to say.

"Furthermore, he uses curing illness as leverage, forcing patients to do live broadcasts. This is eating human blood steamed buns! Shameless! Vile, shameless, despicable!" Wei Feng raked his brains, uttering every adjective he knew.

At this moment he felt that even if he used every adjective in the world on that hypocrite, he still couldn't express his feelings.

Tangxiu coldly stared at Wei Feng, who was ranting like a madman, no longer hiding her feelings; she felt anger and bewilderment.

"I will follow up with interviews; if I have no camera, I will use my own eyes and my own pen to record all of this. No matter how thick the black curtain, no matter what kind of oppressive power I face, I will strive to report the factual truth!"

"Factual truth?" Tangxiu looked at Wei Feng with a blank expression, "In Hai Cheng, you took money from medical disturbances, preset your stance, and that's how you report the factual truth?"

"That's all slander! It's you who yield to oppressive power!" Wei Feng seemed to have completely forgotten that he had taken money from Dahungya, gone to interview and report in the middle of the night. He waved his arms, performing selflessly.

Perhaps this round of self‑psychological suggestion took effect; Wei Feng felt he stood on the side of justice and was full of confidence.

Just then, Su Yun was holding a film in her hand, followed by three young girls and a Middle-aged Woman over forty, hurrying back.

"The money issue is easy to settle; the patient has already signed, and a lawyer will be in touch with you shortly." Su Yun said while walking.

"Oh oh, Doctor Su, really nothing else? Little Sun is still a child; if any video spreads online, I'm afraid that even if the Shou Bing succeeds she'll jump off a building." The Middle-aged Woman said anxiously.

"Don't talk nonsense; could that still be circulating online? Accounts have long been banned." Su Yun said disdainfully, "Didn't I just show you the previous patient's Surgery live broadcast video? You're worrying too much. Not to mention you, I can't even remember which patient's Surgery live broadcast it was—probably only the Boss would remember."

After being talked over a few sentences, the Middle-aged Woman fell silent, silently following Su Yun into the Intervention Department doctors' office.

"Another live broadcast?" Wei Feng sneered, saying, "This is all just a gimmick; it's hard to imagine anyone could be so despicable. Taking advantage of someone's peril, the utmost shamelessness!"