Chapter 2632: with translation of chapter title

2533.2437 The Emperor's New Clothes

The day of the Nobel Prize notification drew nearer day by day; besides Wei Feng, Sun Zeli, and Tangxiu, all media people in Di Du who were following this matter had prepared two sets of manuscripts.

One set was the manuscript for winning the Nobel Prize, the other set was the manuscript for not winning the Nobel Prize.

Sun Zeli and Tangxiu met during an interview; because they got along well and their projects overlapped, they decided to prepare together.

For them, if Zheng Lao Ban couldn't win the Nobel Prize, then this matter had no news value.

But for Wei Feng, it was exactly the opposite; in his mind there was no possibility that Zheng Ren could win the Nobel Prize.

He had already leaked the news of getting a recommendation early on, wasn't it just to gain some benefit? Nowadays, Hai Cheng's Inpatient Chief has become the team-leading professor at Di Du 912 Hospital, and even a specially appointed full professor!

Wei Feng felt that this benefit was already quite substantial.

And what he wanted to do was expose this lie, reducing Hai Cheng's little Inpatient Chief back to its original form!

With just him, he even thinks he's worthy!

After seeing a bunch of roundworms last time, Wei Feng became honest for a few days. He observed Zheng Lao Ban's movements, but unexpectedly, Zheng Lao Ban's schedule was quite regular and also quite boring.

Every day it's just work, off work, and coming back from eating out early.

He hardly smokes, absolutely doesn't drink alcohol; each day besides work is just work. This kind of ascetic, monk-like Puritan lifestyle is incomprehensible to Wei Feng.

Zheng Lao Ban's private life had no flaws, so Wei Feng had no choice but to shift his focus to the 912 Hospital.

He contacted several junior doctors through his classmates' connections, monitoring Zheng Ren's every move from different angles.

Yesterday Wei Feng got the news that Zheng Ren was going to perform a surgery in the Gastroenterology Surgery department. And the patient's diagnosis, upon hearing, was problematic—a man's belly had a child.

This damn thing isn't some street-side tabloid, making up sensationalism however it likes—how could a man give birth!

Wei Feng truly doesn't understand; for something as foolish as this, nobody at 912 steps forward to expose the lie?!

This is the real-life version of The Emperor's New Clothes.

Indeed, human hearts are not ancient, social morals deteriorate day by day. Wei Feng felt the whole world had fallen; upon hearing this news, he didn't bother to ask for details, only asked the surgery time and then came early to wait outside the operating room.

He had prepared his audio and video equipment, then disguised himself, wearing a baseball cap, posing as a patient's family member, and came to the operating room outside to patiently chat with others.

Through his relentless efforts, he finally found his target—the family member of the 'pregnant' man.

While chatting with the patient's family member, Wei Feng turned on the recorder. He suppressed his inner excitement; if this were reported, it would be a huge scandal.

In the top-tier Grade-A 912 Hospital in the country, they would actually give such an absurd diagnosis to a patient.

He didn't notice the difference between a parasitic fetus in the belly and a pregnancy; of course, the patient's family member also didn't make it clear.

After listening to the patient's family member finish speaking, Wei Feng began repeatedly instilling the idea that the doctors at 912 were unreliable.

Although the patient's family member repeatedly said they also didn't understand, they didn't question Professor Feng's diagnosis. Wei Feng felt contempt; these people had been brainwashed.

However, the recording can be edited and cut, so Wei Feng didn't really care what the patient's family member said.

What he wanted to do was confirm that a man could actually be pregnant!

Whether the surgery had problems or not was no longer important. If after the surgery there was no pregnancy, even if the surgery succeeded, Wei Feng felt he could produce countless news stories.

For example—domestic Grade-A hospitals, in order to force surgery, intimidate patients, actually diagnose a man as pregnant.

For example—an 'authoritative' diagnosis, why would a man be pregnant?

For example—

This kind of headline-style news posed no difficulty for Wei Feng; he felt he didn't even need to wait for the Nobel Prize to conclude before he could start his own revenge journey.

First, expose the hypocritical, ugly face of that Chief Zheng, now Zheng Lao Ban, who, in order to make money from surgery, actually intimidates patients into pretending to be pregnant.

Is there still heavenly law?! Is there still royal law!!

Then came a certain day in October; the Nobel Prize call never came to him, which was expected. At that time he wrote several thousand words fluently, exposing his ugly true face from the start.

Spare no means, in the process of reverse elimination stepping on others' shoulders to climb up, eating human blood steamed buns, yet not only was he not condemned, he actually gained great benefits.

The more Wei Feng thought about it, the angrier he became; he was even indignant to the point of fury, coldly staring at the operating room door. He really wanted to beat that pretentious Zheng Lao Ban up badly, if only he weren't afraid he couldn't win.

Rubbing the prepared pinhole camera, adjusting the angle, Wei Feng felt he was like a warrior preparing to charge into battle, waiting for the call to advance.

Zhou Xiaohai's family member!

Feng Jianguo wore a surgical gown, bloody gloves on his hands, one hand holding a pathological basin, the other hand holding oval forceps, shouting at the operating room door.

"Feng bro, Feng bro, over here." The patient's family member hurried over.

Turns out they were acquaintances; this bunch of idiots, after being tricked, still wanted to get their money back, and after being overcharged, they still didn't know. Wei Feng cursed under his breath, then lowered the brim of his baseball cap.

He kept his head down, following behind the patient's family member, one hand inside his clothing adjusting the angle of the pinhole camera.

Catch the solid hammer! This time let's see what he still has to say; Wei Feng walked forward, feeling somewhat excited.

"The parasitic fetus has been cut out; Zhou Xiaohai, wait a moment until the general anesthesia wears off before it can be sent out." Feng Jianguo said, "This is the specimen, to be sent for pathological examination. Judging by the situation, it should be twins; you guys, why didn't you treat it earlier?"

The patient's family member accompanied with a smile, feeling completely bewildered inside.

Feng Jianguo lifted the gauze covering the pathological basin and showed the parasitic fetus to the patient's family member.

"Here it is; it has been absorbing the patient's nutrition but hasn't grown much." Feng Jianguo prodded the parasitic fetus with hemostatic forceps, saying, "This is the head, but there's no brain development. This is the mouth, and it even grew a few teeth?!"

Upon saying this, he immediately understood why Zheng Lao Ban had been so cautious during the surgery.

Looking at the sharp teeth, Feng Jianguo could imagine how perilous the surgery process was.

Wei Feng froze for a moment; indeed it was a malformed child… Good grief… When he saw Feng Jianguo flip the parasitic fetus over, a surge of reverse flow welled up between his chest and abdomen.

Vomited…

He turned and left, afraid that if he looked again, he'd have nightmares when he returned that evening.

These doctors, damn it, aren't even human! Every day they look at some ghostly stuff!

Moreover… Wei Feng was quite bewildered; is that bloody, fluttering thing really taken from a man's belly?