Chapter 2557: with translation of chapter title

Wei Feng felt his eyes a bit blurry, the lights outside the Operating Room seemed somewhat dim, the characters on his phone were impossible to see clearly.

Wei Feng rubbed his eyes hard, then carefully looked at the URL again; indeed it was the official website of the Nobel Prize.

It wasn't that he had entered the wrong website; Wei Feng felt doubtful. Perhaps his phone had been hacked, remotely controlled, just to trick him.

Wei Feng cautiously glanced at Tangxiu, seeing she had no time to pay attention to him, but was constantly making phone calls.

Tangxiu's tone betrayed excitement; her voice sounded urgent and trembling. It didn't seem like an act—if she could perform this convincingly, she could be considered a seasoned, skilled actor.

Could it really be true? Wei Feng examined the URL on his phone more carefully, searching bit by bit.

The other announced information was no different from what he knew; only the laureates for the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine were marked with Zheng Ren's name, followed by Rudolf Wagner, then Su Yun.

Three researchers, with Zheng Ren as the leader.

Fake, definitely fake! Wei Feng struggled to take deep breaths, trying to inhale more oxygen to calm his emotions.

Wei Feng had already spent several months researching the periphery of this matter; reviewing all the evidence in his mind, he still felt that the young doctor from Hai Cheng would not win the Nobel Prize.

What kind of trick is Tangxiu playing?! Wei Feng felt doubtful.

Although that's what he thought in his mind, his heart rate uncontrollably sped up, and his subconscious had already sensed something.

Wei Feng watched Tangxiu hold her phone in one hand while vigorously gesturing with the other; he knew this was her habit, using gestures to emphasize her tone.

Back when she worked at the Hai Cheng Urban News, Tangxiu did the same.

Really annoying; Wei Feng felt a bit of chest tightness and palpitations, but he didn't panic. It wouldn't be a heart attack—he's still young—just his emotions were slightly agitated.

Agitated? Why should he be agitated? Wei Feng realized this, stared blankly at Tangxiu. His fingers felt numb, his middle finger twitched involuntarily.

He helplessly shook his hand; looking at Tangxiu's demeanor, it didn't seem like she was faking. The official Nobel Prize website on his phone also listed the winners; if his phone were hacked just for a prank, the odds were too small.

Wait and see, let the bullet fly a bit longer! Wei Feng thought to himself.

If it were fake, I wouldn't believe that Tangxiu, a mere girl, could pull off the whole act. For a journalist interview, there would surely be a crowd gathered at the Operating Room door.

Up to now, no one has come…

Just then, a hurried footsteps sound came from the hallway.

A team of security guards ran over in small steps, neat and solemn; though few in number, they appeared quite capable.

What's going on? Wei Feng stared for a moment.

The leader, wearing a security uniform, bore a military bearing in his gestures; he lowered his head slightly and spoke a few words into the shoulder-mounted walkie-talkie.

This team of security guards then began to deploy, orderly and systematic, unlike the superficial hired security personnel of other hospitals.

What is 912 doing? Wei Feng stared, then a possibility occurred to him, and his heart began to pound violently again.

Taking a deep breath, the slightly cool air suppressed the agitation in his chest; Wei Feng didn't move, but simply watched silently.

The Tangxiu from Hai Cheng Urban News couldn't possibly mobilize such great power, create such a scene, just to deceive him.

Regarding this, Wei Feng still had a rough idea in his mind; he knew his own weight and measure.

Hiring a network hacker to compromise his phone might be plausible, but mobilizing 912's security personnel to cooperate in an act? That would be nonsense.

He waited silently for a few Minutes; the security personnel stationed outside the Operating Room continuously reported the situation on this side to the team leader.

The family members waiting for the surgery to end were also stunned; even Tangxiu was politely urged to sit on a hard plastic chair.

The Operating Room door was closed; light shining through the glass proved that the surgery inside was still ongoing. Everything was quiet and still, as if nothing had changed, except that a sense of tension and a killing aura had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

Wei Feng suppressed his inner agitation, continuously taking deep breaths, drawing in more fresh air. Yet the more he did so, the faster his heart pounded, and he vaguely sensed that something was about to happen.

His head felt a bit foggy; the numbness in his fingers seemed to be spreading, making Wei Feng feel as if he were turning to stone—his fingers and toes had no response.

But he didn't pay attention to it; it was just too much tension, all because of Doctor Zheng.

Wei Feng's gaze fixed on the elevator; as the numbers changed, as long as it wasn't coming to the Operating Room, it was fine. If they won the Nobel Prize, even if 912's defenses were as tight as could be, the omnipresent reporters would still find a way in, long guns and short cannons pointing at Zheng Ren.

Even Wei Feng believed that an individual doctor had obtained official permission from 912, changed clothes, entered the Operating Room, and conducted an exclusive interview.

The elevator numbers had all reached the first floor, then they began to go up one after another.

As the numbers kept changing, Wei Feng's heart rate gradually accelerated, his breathing became faster and deeper. He had been using deep breaths to suppress his inner agitation, but the effect was poor.

An elevator stopped at the Operating Room floor; the doors opened, and Director Yan and Vice President Yuan stepped out.

"Has Xiao Zheng's surgery finished?" Director Yan asked with a smile.

"Director Lin is inside, saying the live broadcast just ended and Boss Zheng has stepped down."

"Don't rush to change clothes; come out and meet the media friends." Director Yan said, "Everyone has been waiting over ten hours; not seeing anyone is not hospitable."

Ye Qingqiu immediately made a phone call to contact.

Elevator after elevator stopped at the Operating Room floor; this time those who stepped out were all media personnel, carrying cameras and microphones. Because they were in the hospital, no one raised their voices, but the light in their eyes let Wei Feng realize the truth of the matter.

It's really true?!

"Director, Boss Zheng will be out shortly." Ye Qingqiu said softly.

His words were like a charge's bugle call; the many media still present at 912 immediately scrambled for advantageous positions, picked up their microphones, and there was some friction between them. But thanks to the coordination of 912's security personnel, no stampede occurred.

Ye Qingqiu handles things reliably; it looks like he had already prepared several contingency plans.

Wei Feng took a deep breath, stood up, wanting to finally confirm. His mind was a haze, countless questions swirling.

The Operating Room door opened; Lin Ge stepped out first, holding the door, his face lit with a pleased smile.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun followed suit, with Director Kong bringing up the rear; the flashbulbs lit the Operating Room entrance like lightning, turning it pure white.

"Doctor Zheng..."

"Doctor Zheng..."

In an instant, countless microphones were thrust forward, and countless people vied to ask questions.

Wei Feng felt his vision blur, his limbs went numb, and with a thud he collapsed onto the nearby camera.