Chapter 2560

2467 It's him! It's him!!

Sun Zeli was organizing backup plans at the TV station; although she felt regret that Zheng Lao Ban hadn't won the Nobel Prize, this was also expected.

She took out the prepared press release, planning to release it as soon as the Nobel Prize official website announced the winners list.

Regret, disappointment, try again—these words kept appearing in the press release, forming the main theme of the text.

Sun Zeli's mind always conjured the honest face of someone who clearly disliked her during the Earthquake Relief, yet she couldn't bring herself to resent him.

Over these months of work, from many angles she learned about Doctor Zheng's daily work and others' opinions of him. The more she learned, the more she regretted that Zheng Ren had missed the Nobel Prize.

If only they could win the award, how great that would be.

To let the public understand Zheng Ren, Sun Zeli did a lot of work. The biggest of these tasks stemmed from an idea sparked by Tangxiu's previously recorded documentary.

Doctor Zheng didn't accept interviews, so they interviewed his colleagues, doctors he'd interacted with, and patients he'd treated.

The documentary's runtime ran to several tens of minutes, and this is what remained after editing.

Since they didn't win the award, this documentary could only be archived as reference material.

Really, it's a bit regrettable; Sun Zeli let out a soft sigh. She held a coffee cup, somewhat absentminded.

The phone rang; Sun Zeli's brows furrowed slightly as she glanced at it.

Was it Tangxiu?

She took a sip of coffee, answered the call, and directly switched to speaker mode.

"Sun Jie! Zheng Lao Ban has won the award!" Tangxiu exclaimed, unable to hide her excitement.

Although excited, she deliberately lowered her voice.

Sun Zeli stared, stunned—had they won the award?!

"You… say that again…"

"Sun Jie! The Nobel Prize official website just announced; Zheng Lao Ban has won the award! This year's Nobel Prize in Medicine!!"

Sun Zeli felt a bit dazed, but remained composed, immediately saying: "Don't hang up yet."

She promptly put down her coffee cup and quickly refreshed the Nobel Prize official website.

Sure enough, the winners list was announced, and Zheng Ren's name appeared prominently.

I… I'm going!

"Sun Jie, I'm interviewing Zheng Lao Ban on my end; you prepare to start on yours." Tangxiu said urgently, suppressing her boundless Inner Mind excitement and agitation.

"Okay, send over the first-hand information from your side; I'll contact the station chief right away."

Sun Zeli hung up the phone, then took another serious look at the information on the official website; after confirming, she immediately picked up her phone and dialed.

"Station chief, the doctor I've been following recently, Doctor Zheng from 912, just won the Nobel Prize in Medicine." Sun Zeli said.

"I request a temporary change to the program."

"The documentary you previously reviewed—that's the one you said was okay after watching it."

"Okay, thank you, thank you."

After hanging up, Sun Zeli began to touch up her makeup as quickly as possible, doing everything she could to look more professional on camera.

The TV station's response speed was quite fast; all programs made way for this temporary news.

5 Minute later, Sun Zeli finished her makeup, silently rehearsing her script once more.

She had gone over this script many times in her heart, but now that she was about to go on air, this veteran reporter and host actually felt a little Tension.

She let out a gentle breath, and Sun Zeli came to the broadcast hall.

"Sun Sis, awesome!" a backstage staff member gave a thumbs-up.

Sun Zeli showed a professional smile and lightly nodded.

The preceding program was interrupted; Sun Zeli took her seat in the broadcast hall, and the countdown began—five, four, three, two, one.

"I am Huashi News Channel host Sun Zeli, now bringing you a special news bulletin. It is reported that Professor Zheng Ren of the Intervention Department at 912 Hospital stood out in the recently announced Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine evaluation, winning this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine."

"Now let's see the report brought by the correspondent on the front line."

The feed switched; the footage just sent back had not been retouched, appearing slightly rough yet carrying a sense of authenticity.

The doors of the Operating Room were shut, the three characters "Operating Room" above looking so solemn. Before the door, a young doctor wore a Sterile Cap and an Isolation Gown, standing before many microphones.

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

This is the most routine question.

The young doctor remained calm, looking at the microphone: "I know my surgery went well; regarding the Nobel Committee's recognition of me, I also give it full recognition."

Sun Zeli had just seen this interview footage, but she wasn't surprised; this was the Zheng Ren, Zheng Lao Ban she knew.

If she were to thank a bunch of people while facing reporters with a heart full of apprehension, Sun Zeli would instead feel puzzled.

Then the feed switched; Tangxiu stood before the camera: "I am frontline reporter Tangxiu from Hai Cheng Urban News, reporting live from the scene at 912 Hospital. Doctor Zheng won the Nobel Prize in Medicine, but before walking out of the Operating Room, he still didn't know the news of his award."

"Doctor Zheng just performed an extremely high-difficulty surgery; as a clinical medical worker, such a level of work is his daily routine."

"I will continue to follow up on the front line and bring you the latest updates."

After that remark, the feed switched back to the broadcast hall.

"Thank you, frontline reporter Tangxiu, for the interview." Sun Zeli said.

For Huashi, having a frontline reporter from Hai Cheng Urban News is somewhat funny. But what Tangxiu brought was something Huashi could not refuse; after a series of negotiations, Huashi's station chief agreed to this.

But the audience before their TV sets were surprised by that doctor's remarks just now; few noticed that the reporter from Hai Cheng Urban News was called that.

Even if they noticed, they would soon forget it.

"As for Doctor Zheng, we are quite familiar; he's an old friend of Huashi News Channel." Sun Zeli said with a light smile, and the feed switched immediately.

Lead-gray clouds covered the sky, as if pulling everyone's memory back to that moment when the whole nation united in effort.

Just now, the radiant Sun Zeli before the camera appeared disheveled, wearing a rain-soaked camouflage uniform, sitting on a large rock, saying: "Hello everyone, I am frontline reporter Sun Zeli; I have been sitting here for a full twelve hours, witnessing the changes here."

"At exactly 3:50 a. m., when I sprained my ankle and separated from the Sharp Blade Squad, that place was still just a flat plain."

Flying debris struck Sun Zeli's face, leaving a scar.

Blood streamed down, it was so shocking.

The background showed more than ten soldiers in camouflage walking on the Landslide Dam Lake; debris splashed, one person suddenly fell, and another beside him grabbed his clothing and hauled him up.

This familiar scene once tugged at countless hearts; now the figure in military uniform has been replaced by a green Isolation Gown, and only then did many realize that the fearless one who had ventured deep into the quake's epicenter had already won the Nobel Prize, standing before flashing lights and a microphone.

It's him!

It's him!!