Chapter 2558: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren didn't expect so many flashlights to light up outside at once; he raised his arm to block his eyes.

Behind him, Su Yun wore an elegant, gentle smile like a spring breeze; although her black hair was pressed under the sterile cap, it seemed ready to stir.

A dozen microphones were thrust forward; before Zheng Ren could react, reporters began firing all kinds of questions.

But before anyone could finish speaking, Zheng Ren heard a panicked voice coming.

Then with a thud, he used his hand to block the flashlight glare, squinting and looking toward the direction the sound came from.

One person knocked over the nearby camera, sending both machine and person crashing to the ground.

Security personnel immediately separated the surrounding crowd to prevent a more serious stampede.

Zheng Ren glanced and saw a bright red system panel; he immediately pushed aside the microphones in front of him and strode over.

The person lying on the camera kept twitching, his hands stiff and rigidly clenched like chicken claws.

"Gurney!"

"Oxygen!"

"ECG monitor!"

Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

Faced with the sudden change, the medical staff of 912 were quite accustomed, as it was part of their daily work. Only they didn't expect that Boss Zheng would "accidentally" win the Nobel Prize, and when he walked out of the operating room he would encounter this emergency rescue situation.

Meanwhile, the surrounding reporters and cameras all became excited in unison!

This colleague really knows how to make news—Nobel laureate Boss Zheng walking out of the operating room is tantamount to a battlefield interview, inherently a sensational story.

But if they could capture Boss Zheng performing CPR, it would be like filming soldiers charging through a hail of gunfire—broadcasting it would have an entirely different impact!

All the cameras swung their lenses, and the flashlights silently discharged lightning, turning the area outside the operating room into a blinding white.

After a brief moment of bewilderment, Director Kong immediately joined the operating room nurses in preparing what Zheng Ren had just said.

The oxygen bag was quickly brought out, and the person was laid flat on the marble floor.

Su Yun let out a soft "eh," leaned close to Zheng Ren's ear, and whispered, "Boss, this is Wei Feng from Hai Cheng Urban News."

"Huh? Wasn't he the reporter called in by Dahungya for that postpartum hemorrhage?" Zheng Ren asked doubtfully.

Su Yun lightly nodded.

Wei Feng's system panel displayed the words "respiratory alkalosis"; Zheng Ren was a bit puzzled. Still, he followed the standard rescue procedure, first checking Wei Feng's mouth for foreign objects or secretions, then administering oxygen via nasal cannula.

The ECG monitor showed sinus tachycardia, with other values normal.

"Administer 20 ml of 10% calcium gluconate intravenously, then send to the Emergency Department for observation," Zheng Ren said.

Afterwards, he stood up and rubbed his hands on the isolation gown, as if he had gotten something dirty on them.

"Doctor Zheng, shouldn't you be doing CPR?" a reporter asked, somewhat disappointed.

Having just won the Nobel Prize, Doctor Zheng did nothing and simply had the fallen reporter sent to the ER; it was so simple that there was no sense of emergency urgency. To the reporters, this was a bit anticlimactic.

"The heart hasn't stopped, so why do CPR?" Zheng Ren said. "It's just respiratory alkalosis with convulsions—give oxygen, a calcium shot, and observe for a while; that'll be fine."

Su Yun gave a faint smile, the mocking tone at the corner of his mouth growing stronger; he waved his hand, signaling the camera to follow, then crouched beside Wei Feng and said.

"The situation is simple—it's respiratory alkalosis. Put plainly, when a couple argues and the woman gets worked up and is sent to the hospital, you've heard of this, right?"

The reporters' eyes lit up—this person's looks are off the charts, surely even more eye‑catching on camera. Moreover, being willing to talk to the media, someone immediately replied, "We've heard of it."

"When women exhibit neurotic symptoms or have factors that provoke mental tension, with no organic lesion, the onset features accelerated respiration, lowering arterial blood CO₂ partial pressure, resulting in respiratory alkalosis, accompanied by sympathetic nervous system excitation, clinically presenting various symptoms."

"Generally speaking, males are extremely rare. This reporter comrade… oh, can't call him comrade, he's an intern at the Financial Times." Su Yun smiled, picking up Wei Feng's chest badge, "Surely this is his first field assignment; seeing the boss come out, he kept taking excited deep breaths, which led to alkalosis, and he just fainted."

"……"

The reporters didn't suspect anything; they just felt it was very professional, as if it were true.

"Simply put, he lacks work experience and is too nervous." Su Yun's smile grew a bit richer, the mocking tone well concealed.

Afterwards he removed his sterile cap; his black hair fluttered forward, looking extremely pleased.

The gurney rolled over quickly; Tang Haitao from the Emergency Department also got the news, grabbing the emergency rescue kit and trotting over with the nurses.

"The patient is diagnosed with respiratory alkalosis; we've already given IV calcium gluconate and oxygen—take him back for observation," Su Yun said, standing up.

Afterwards he stood to Zheng Ren's side rear.

"What's the point of saying he's from the Financial Times?"

"You haven't seen how arrogant he and that editor William were before, looking down on them." Su Yun said, "Grab the chance and kick them twice—anyway, with Ma Li Si around, they dare not talk back."

Zheng Ren gently shook his head, watching Wei Feng being lifted onto the cart and taken away.

"Doctor Zheng, Doctor Su, you've won this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine—could you say a few words?" a reporter asked, holding a microphone.

Zheng Ren scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Seeing the forest of microphones before him and the gazes of many reporters, Zheng Ren thought for a few seconds and said, "I know my surgery was good; for the Nobel Committee's recognition of me, I also give them full recognition."

Outside the operating room, all fell silent.

Is this an acceptance speech? Or a provocation—is Doctor Zheng mocking the Nobel Committee for lacking transparency and fairness?

After a brief silence, it was like a kettle boiling over, and an uproar erupted.

This must be the most controversial acceptance speech in history—it's big news! Absolutely big news!!

As it turns out, Doctor Zheng is quite full of substance; though he looks honest and simple, he actually harbors a belly full of petty mischief.

The reporters immediately used all kinds of equipment to record Zheng Ren's words, and another reporter kept asking questions.

Zheng Ren, however, had already stepped back half a pace, pushing Su Yun forward.

Compared to himself, Zheng Ren felt Su Yun was more suited to interact with the media.

That guy himself loves any crowded setting; the more people, the more excited he gets, and the better he performs.

"Boss Zheng, awesome!" Lin Ge secretly stuck out his thumb and whispered in Zheng Ren's ear.

"Hehe." Zheng Ren chuckled, "Just telling the truth."