Chapter 2647

2548.2451 Quietly Waiting (Alliance Leader Quietly Watches Flowers Bloom and Fall, Extra Chapter 3)

10th, Di Du.

Zheng Renhe worked as usual, as if it were just an ordinary day. However, as the time for the Nobel Prize notification drew nearer, the emotions of the other members of the Medical Team became increasingly unstable.

Zhao Wenhua was still okay; he wasn't considered part of the Medical Team, and his name wasn't on the project list.

Gao Shaojie took Lin Yuan to perform Shou Bing, making several operational mistakes in a row, clearly not in form today. Zheng Ren drove them away, himself donning Lead clothing and going up to perform today's several Shou Bing.

Regarding this, Gao Shaojie also felt somewhat panicked; he sat awkwardly in the operating area, watching Zheng Lao Ban's Shou Bing performed with extreme skill, like flowing clouds and water. However, at this moment his mood was anxious and uneasy, unable to appreciate such beauty.

"Old Gao, what's wrong with you today?" Su Yun asked.

"Doctor Su, you also know…… I've been uneasy these days." Gao Shaojie gave an embarrassed smile, "Any news from that side yet?"

"Don't rush." Su Yun put his hands behind his head, slumped on the sofa, and said lazily.

Gao Shaojie knew Su Yun was also extremely nervous; usually he rarely appeared in the Operating Room, but these days he was almost inseparable from Zheng Lao Ban. Especially when the phone rang, he would jump up like a rabbit hearing gunshots.

Furthermore, he didn't even allow Zheng Lao Ban to bring his phone into the Operating Room, insisting it be left outside in the operating area, so poor signal wouldn't affect answering the call.

Although everyone knew that morning in Di Du was night in Stockholm, making a phone call absolutely impossible, Su Yun still insisted, which caused Gao Shaojie's heart to generate even more emotion.

Even these past few days, Su Yun hardly played with his own phone, watching the lazy lion as if dozing, but in fact his gaze had been fixed on Zheng Lao Ban's phone on the operating table.

Sigh, it seems not only me, even Doctor Su is a bit anxious, Gao Shaojie thought to himself.

Only Zheng Lao Ban in the Operating Room seemed never to have changed, always steady as a mountain, his Shou Bing done to perfection. Gao Shaojie even faintly felt that Zheng Lao Ban was at the top of a hundred-foot pole, still constantly making progress.

If he keeps progressing like this, will his level reach the clouds, so that I won't even be able to see it?

Not to mention his level, just this mindset I can't match. His calmness doesn't seem like a young person's; rather, it's like that of an old man in his seventies or eighties, having seen the vicissitudes of the world, with nothing able to stir his heartstrings.

After saying a few neither-embarrassing nor-awkward words, everyone was distracted, and the operating room fell silent. Transporting patients, one Shou Bing after another was performed. Just past ten o'clock, today's Shou Bing were all completed.

Zheng Ren took off his lead clothing and walked back to the operating room; at First Time he felt the oppressive atmosphere in the operating room.

Nobel Prize, Zheng Ren knows that everyone's focus these past few days has been here.

In fact, Zheng Ren also looks forward to the Nobel Prize; a vast amount of Skill Points could support him in raising a Skill Tree to peak level, plus a peak-level skill book.

Four peak-level skills, Xiao Shitou's treatment seems worth a try. Even so, Zheng Ren still feels he's suffering too much; it would be better to let go. But maintaining some hope is after all a good thing—having options is better than having none.

Just 【Main Line Quest——Fame Under Heaven Fifth Stage, Nobel Prize! Nobel Prize！！】 this quest's progress bar has always been around the 99% mark, but the last bit simply refuses to move.

Zheng Ren also doesn't know where the problem lies; he feels a bit regretful about it. The Big Pig Trotter doesn't even give a hint, leaving him completely confused.

There's not much to say with Su Yun and Gao Shaojie; I simply can't voice my doubts to them.

During this period, everyone's mood was low, so the plan to view the red leaves kept getting delayed, delayed again and again.

【They say write quickly……】

The phone rang; Zheng Ren reached out, but before he could grab his mobile phone, Su Yun snatched it away with an afterimage-like motion, holding it in her hand.

"Tch, Lin Ge, what are you calling me for nothing?" Su Yun looked at the displayed name and said disappointedly.

Zheng Ren chuckled and answered the phone.

"Director Lin."

"Yes, still no news."

"Wait a moment, don't rush."

After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up and slipped his mobile phone into his pants pocket.

He stepped down to change clothes, returned to the office, and Zheng Ren still sat at his desk, holding a copy of the Fifth Edition of External Medicine and reading it.

Saying I'm not nervous is a lie—it's a peak-level skill book, plus a huge amount of Experience Points and Skill Points! It concerns whether many Shou Bing will succeed.

But Zheng Ren looked at the Main Line Quest——Fame Under Heaven Fifth Stage, Nobel Prize! Nobel Prize!! 99% progress bar, puzzled.

After carefully considering all possibilities, but Zheng Ren still doesn't fully understand the Nobel Prize selection process, making it impossible to figure out what happened.

There is a task issued by the Big Pig Trotter, proving this is feasible; there is Old Luo Qie's guarantee, although that guy extremely slickly says he guarantees the fairness of the review, but this also gives me an opportunity.

At the very least, Zheng Ren now doesn't even want to use the True Eye to look at Old Luo Qie's System Panel for that strange self-described disease diagnosis; just glancing at his Energy Value drains it to zero, turning his whole body into a mummy.

If Old Luo Qie fails to keep his promise, well, we'll just part ways; Zheng Ren really doesn't believe he'd dare come to Di Du to hunt him down.

If that were the case, an iron fist would have already smashed him to pieces, even if he is the clan chief of the ancient mysterious Bruhl Family.

"Boss, should I ask Ma Li Si to look with a crystal ball?" Su Yun has already made this suggestion the Nth time.

"What's there to see?" Zheng Ren frowned, "If you get the call, you've won; if not, you haven't—it's that simple. Besides, isn't there an official website for the Nobel Prize? Once there's news, it will be posted on the site."

After saying that, Zheng Ren glanced at the System Panel; the task progress was still 99%, and he hadn't gotten it. What phone call? No need to wait at all.

"Tch!" Su Yun gave Zheng Ren a contemptuous glance.

【They say……】

Zheng Ren helplessly took out his mobile phone; these past two days his phone has been blowing up, and aside from Director Pan, many people have been calling him almost every day.

Still, the old director is steady; Zheng Ren sees the name Mu Tao on the phone display and lets out a heavy sigh.

"Old Mu, why are you calling for nothing? What does winning or not winning the Nobel Prize have to do with him?" Su Yun muttered after seeing the name on the phone, then sat back down in her chair, somewhat disappointed.

His black hair on his forehead was listlessly drifting; the later the time dragged on, from a certain perspective, the chances of winning the Nobel Prize grew lower.

Su Yun couldn't figure it out; he had made countless Hypotheses in his mind. No matter how he Hypothesized, he still couldn't explain why, to this day, he hasn't received even a single piece of news.