Chapter 2650: with translation of chapter title

2551.2454 Big trouble?

A gentleman? Pure hypocrite, a true villain! Normally eating the bloody steamed buns from Surgery live broadcast isn't enough, using the Nobel Prize as a stepping stone for advancement isn't enough either; he actually combines the two to make a shield.

Despicable and vile, horrifying to this extent!

Tangxiu is likely the media he brought in; there will definitely be related coverage——during the Nobel Prize review process, Doctor Zheng cannot leave his busy work post, wholeheartedly devoted to saving lives……using a description full of positive energy to dilute the regret of not winning the Nobel Prize.

For press releases like these, Wei Feng doesn't even need to think; a draft naturally appears in his mind.

These are just petty tricks! Wei Feng thought to himself.

Lin Ge saw a group of foreigners carrying equipment swagger into the Intervention Department; he hurriedly went up, keeping a smile, and asked: "Gentlemen, gentlemen, the media for the interview…"

But he didn't finish his words before being interrupted.

William coldly said in accented American English: "Professor Dàodǎo Sānláng, the physics laureate, has already received the call."

"The literature laureate has also received the call, my God, what am I doing here! This is simply a waste of time!" The more he spoke, the more irritable he became, the more angry and contemptuous.

Zheng Ren lifted his head, his movement slightly slow, he glanced at the outside media, feeling somewhat helpless.

"This is a hospital; if you had even a bit of manners you wouldn't be shouting here." Su Yun said coldly, also using American English, just without William's thick rural accent.

After being talked back to by Su Yun, William became even more furious.

"Who am I? The uncrowned king! Controlling the mouthpiece of public opinion, they dare say I lack manners!"

William laughed angrily and said: "Do I need to teach you what true manners are?"

His tone had already calmed, his eyes filled with endless fighting spirit.

Lin Ge felt helpless; the conflict he worried about most still occurred. He took advantage of the situation just beginning to escalate, quickly stepping between William and Su Yun.

A headache-inducing lawsuit, Lin Ge frowned with worry.

Before he could speak, a voice speaking fluent American English came from behind—Su Yun.

"Get out of the way." Su Yun said disdainfully: "I have no time to deal with you; if you don't leave and still want to cause trouble here, security and police will talk to you about continuing."

That remark carried a hint of threat, but such a level of threat had virtually no effect on William. He coldly said: "I feel I have been insulted and treated unfairly; someone is interfering with normal reporting, attempting to undermine press freedom."

Wei Feng immediately wrote down William's words.

"Don't interfere, don't interfere, let's talk properly." Lin Ge's efforts all came to nothing, having no effect. Nobody listened to what he said; he was like air, ignored by William and Su Yun.

"Boss, they're so noisy." Su Yun blew a breath, the black hair in front of his forehead lightly fluttering. He seemed not worried at all, the corner of his mouth still bearing an extremely rich mocking smile.

"Shou Bing can be done; Lao Gao will lower the filter, then we'll bypass the infection segment. Just be careful—if we don't do it, the patient might not make it until Ming." Zheng Ren seemed not to have heard Su Yun and William's argument, his gaze and attention always focused on the patient's condition; he finally gave the decisive word.

Wei Feng looked complacently at Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and others. Interfering with press freedom, he slapped on this big hat, and he was very pleased with it.

"You can really pretend." He laughed: "The Nobel Prize committee's phone calls have started notifying laureates one after another; you must have known this already…"

Before Wei Feng could finish speaking, Su Yun coldly lifted his head and said: "Boss, if we don't get the Nobel Prize, I want to beat them up."

"Meaningless." Zheng Ren said: "Call Lao Zhao, prepare Shou Bing. I'll tell Yi Ren, you notify Lao He, hurry up. Once the excess tissue falls off, there will be even more trouble."

Su Yun suddenly stood up; originally the boss hadn't received the call, and even Doctor Mei Ha'er had remained silent.

The most aggravating thing is that Fugui'er actually didn't answer the phone! It seems the chance of winning the Nobel Prize this year is really tiny; could there be some change over there?

Feeling annoyed, with William and Wei Feng these two losers constantly making petty provocations. Su Yun's anger flared; while secretly cursing Lao Luoqie, he rushed out, like a rhinoceros madly sprinting across the Feizhou plains.

Make way, Lin Ge; Su Yun's body shifted slightly, his left shoulder striking the left side of Wei Feng's chest.

With a thud, Wei Feng staggered from the blow. Instantly subjected to great force, his respiratory tract spasmed, a feeling of suffocation and near death enveloped him.

Continuing forward, because Wei Feng had blocked him a bit, Su Yun's speed slowed slightly, only striking William's shoulder.

Another thud—Su Yun was unharmed, while William turned pale from pain.

"Sorry, emergency rescue, I accidentally bumped into you." Su Yun sneered, walking forward without looking back.

"Bastard!" William shouted: "Wait for my lawyer's letter; I will definitely make you kneel before me and weep! I will definitely make you regret what you have done today!"

Zheng Ren frowned; he barely recognized Wei Feng, but didn't know who William was. Although it's not impossible to handle, these two are really annoying.

Lin Ge also became at a loss……This kind of thing, he certainly needs to step forward to protect Su Yun. But involving the foreign Financial Times, a major newspaper, it seems the situation cannot be resolved.

Su Yun is still too young, too impulsive. Lin Ge felt overwhelmed; not getting the Nobel Prize would be fine, but he's also gotten into this huge trouble.

What should be done? If it really involves dealing with the department, then probably Director Yan needs to step in.

"Yun Ge'er." In the corridor, a stiff voice came through. It was Chinese, seemingly just learned not long ago, pronunciation not very standard.

"No time to talk to you, by the way, that William behind said he wants to sue me, to make me kneel before him and apologize." Su Yun's voice gradually faded away down the corridor.

Zheng Ren felt quite helpless; today is chaotic. If not for the Nobel Prize fuss being the most troublesome, reporters swarmed in, seriously interfering with emergency rescue.

Even more helpless, he heard a hint of Dong Bei accent in Ma Li Si's hesitant Chinese, although he had repeatedly said not to teach Ma Li Si Dong Bei speech. Fugui'er constantly used Dong Bei speech in his ear, nagging, which was affectionate but not serious.

But it seems Dong Bei speech has a strange magic; teaching the witch Ma Li Si Mandarin, she finds it very difficult, yet Dong Bei speech, with no one teaching her, she picks up directly and speaks fluently.

William standing at the doorway turned into a statue, he blankly stared at the corridor, as if seeing a demon crawl out of hell, as though the world had ended.