Chapter 2649: with translation of chapter title

2550.2453 late-night drinking binge

Tangxiu looked at Wei Feng with a blank expression, suppressing her anger. She knew that this former subordinate had come with the mindset of watching a joke, possibly even with some malice.

But to say it so blatantly, isn't he afraid of some mishap or being slapped in the face? Look at that William editor behind him, whose behavior is extremely arrogant, especially with the Financial Times banner, this makes Tangxiu feel a bad premonition.

As an internationally renowned media group, their information is well-informed, especially regarding the Nobel Prize, a globally watched major event; their channels for obtaining news are far stronger than many domestic media.

"Move aside." Sun Zeli doesn't know Wei Feng, and she doesn't care about the Financial Times. Can even a large media conglomerate make waves in Di Du?

Nonsense!

Especially that sneering smile at the corner of Wei Feng's mouth looked particularly unpleasant; she felt disgust and openly rebuked him.

"Oh oh." Wei Feng didn't care, he smiled and said: "We've gotten some word that the German professor in Zheng Doctor's project team is miserable in Stockholm, going to a bar for a late-night drinking binge."

Sun Zeli and Tangxiu were stunned for a moment.

Professor Rudolf Wagner's late-night drinking binge? This proves more conclusively than any rumor that Zheng Lao Ban's project has failed.

If Wei Feng were just talking to himself, the credibility wouldn't be high. But with that arrogant William editor standing behind him, and his Financial Times affiliation, the credibility of this matter is worth considering.

"Isn't that the professor named Rudolf? Late-night drinking binge... Hey! Actually I think he's overthinking it." Wei Feng's words were full of confidence: "This is just a trick by Doctor Zheng; you know the Nobel Prize Nominee list is kept confidential, right?"

Seeing Sun Zeli and Tangxiu silent, Wei Feng became even more pleased. However, he restrained his emotions and spoke feigning calm.

The more times like this, the more one should remain nonchalant. Only then can one show off one's stature. After all, I'm a Financial Times reporter, incomparable to Tangxiu, an editor from a fourth-tier small city.

He felt a full sense of superiority, and, considering himself elegant, gave a faint smile: "Editor-in-chief Tang, you've all been deceived."

"Doctor Zheng's goal has also been achieved, undeniable. He smoothly went from Hai Cheng to Di Du, and is thriving here."

"Looking back now, I can't help but admire the skillful, seasoned means—taking all the benefits that should be obtained. As for that poor German professor... right, they gave him an insulting name, Fugui'er. That Fugui'er is just a clown, not thinking clearly."

Seeing Tangxiu and the presumably senior reporter Sun Zeli silent, Wei Feng's heart swelled with delight.

He went on and on: "Fugui'er probably still doesn't realize that Doctor Zheng never intended to win the Nobel Prize from the start; he merely used his name to achieve the leap from Hai Cheng to Di Du."

"No matter how prepared you are, it's unnecessary; it's really pitiful—you're also victims deceived by that hypocrite."

Wei Feng wore a "you're all idiots" expression, proudly saying: "The Financial Times tracks this project every year, with rich experience. Whenever a potential nominee for any award gets a call, the media industry will be notified."

Saying that, he glanced at the time and said: "I think it's about to happen soon."

At this moment, the William editor behind Wei Feng, impatient, spat out a rapid string of words in American English with a thick local accent; Sun Zeli and Tangxiu could only grasp the gist.

He thought Wei Feng was wasting time and needed to rush to the ward.

Wei Feng's expression changed instantly, like a Sichuan opera face‑change with no trace of stitching. He bent over, repeatedly Jiu Gong, sincerely expressing his apology and submission.

"Let's go up too." Tangxiu left a message for Xie Yiren, then said to Sun Zeli.

She worried that Zheng Lao Ban would speak carelessly, giving those who obviously came to find fault a handle.

Tangxiu and Sun Zeli entered the Elevator, seeing Wei Feng and his team also follow in.

Wei Feng blocked the Elevator with his hand, bent over, waiting for William to enter before being the last to walk in. Tangxiu frowned and asked: "You don't think Zheng Lao Ban can't get the Nobel Prize, so why are you still following?"

"I want to see what he'll say after his inevitable defeat." Wei Feng still hadn't uttered a single swear word, doing his best to maintain the poise and elegance of a victor.

Just as he was speaking, William's phone behind him chimed, and at that moment the Elevator doors closed.

William picked up his phone and glanced at it; the email wouldn't open no matter what he clicked. Only after arriving and stepping out of the Elevator did he open the email.

Pretending to let William go first, Wei Feng glanced at the email as well. When he saw it, his face lit up with anticipation and excitement.

In the Intervention Department Doctor's office, several doctors gathered around, looking at their phones.

Tangxiu and Sun Zeli felt a surge of joy—this was the Nobel Prize judging committee having just finished a phone call, gathered together… no, wait, after the committee finishes calling to notify the winners, it takes a few hours before the website officially announces it.

What are they doing?

"Dong dong dong~" Sun Zeli knocked on the open office door and asked softly, "Zheng Lao Ban, are you busy?"

"Hmm, busy." Su Yun said without looking up: "The Shou Bing can't be done; it's a second valve replacement. In my view, the abscess has penetrated the root of the main artery, requiring resection of part of the artery wall, the base of the mitral valve's anterior leaflet, and the connected left atrial roof. Or it's a second Shou Bing, and the bleeding from the adhered area just won't stop."

"Let me think again." Zheng Ren stared, somewhat distracted, his reaction a beat slow.

But having seen this situation many times, no one said anything.

"Let's do it under intraoperative Intervention Department protection; resect part of the artery wall, I'll brace it with a large frame—if anything goes wrong, it's easier to handle. Whether we use pericardial patch or prosthetic patch, we have time." Gao Shaojie said solemnly.

"No, it must be done under cardiopulmonary bypass; the artery is occluded." Su Yun said, "First place a filter to prevent debris from falling off—that would help."

Tangxiu and Sun Zeli were completely bewildered.

Shouldn't we be discussing the Nobel Prize? Why are we talking about heart problems? It sounds like a critically ill emergency patient.

"Hey, knowing they can't win the Nobel Prize, they're just pretending to discuss the case here." Wei Feng gave a faint smile.

Only then did Wei Feng "understand" what trick Zheng Ren, Doctor Zheng was playing.

Find an emergency case to discuss, using the emergency patient to block the news reporters who came upon hearing the news!

This plan is practically perfect.