Chapter 2652: with translation of chapter title

2553.2456 taking advantage of someone's peril

Just then, the phone rang. Sun Zeli gave an apologetic smile, walked out of the office, and answered the call.

It was a colleague calling; in less than ten minutes, the winners of the Nobel Prize in Physics, Chemistry, Literature, Economics, and Peace had all received the phone notification.

However, no media have yet issued a bulletin saying who the winners of the Nobel Prize in biology and medicine are.

Sun Zeli sighed; this meant that this year's winner of the Nobel Prize in biology and medicine was a dark horse, previously unnoticed by the media. She had been in the office these few minutes, and Zheng Lao Ban's phone hadn't rung at all—surely it wasn't him.

After putting away her phone with a complicated feeling, Sun Zeli quickly made up her mind and adopted the backup plan!

She returned to the office and said softly, "Zheng Lao Ban, you go ahead and get busy; we won't disturb you."

Seeing Zheng Renyi thinking something while nodding his head, Sun Zeli gave Tangxiu a glance, and the two, with the film crew, turned and left.

"Sister Sun, what's wrong?"

"Apart from the medicine prize, the winners of every other Nobel Prize category have already received the phone call, and the press releases have appeared on the official websites of the various newspapers right away." Sun Zeli sighed.

Tangxiu stared for a moment, then immediately asked in a low voice, "Who is the winner of the medicine prize?"

"I don't know yet; I'd guess it's a dark horse." Sun Zeli said, "But we can be pretty sure it's not Zheng Lao Ban—normally the organizing committee's call comes within ten minutes, give or take."

Saying this, Sun Zeli felt a bit discouraged, but turning around she burst with determination, saying, "The odds of winning in the first year aren't high, so there's nothing to be disappointed about. We'll use the second plan and report the summarized data."

"Sister Sun, should I wait a bit longer?" Tangxiu still felt unwilling.

"Ah." Sun Zeli sighed, she couldn't bear to dash Tangxiu's last hope, "Then just wait a bit longer, keep an eye on the official website. Film crew… follow you."

"Mm." Tangxiu nodded.

"When the official website announces it, come find me right away." Sun Zeli continued, "Zheng Lao Ban's mood might not be great either, so don't do an in-depth interview."

"Got it." Tangxiu nodded.

After the brief exchange, Sun Zeli left. She needed to go back to prepare her manuscript, and after the failed bid for the Nobel Prize, she would voice strong public support for Zheng Lao Ban.

Other media outlets also gradually got the news; this side remained silent for a while, showing that relying on luck really isn't reliable—Zheng Lao Ban of 912 indeed has little luck.

In the large conference room, people gradually dispersed; the publicity section's Li Chuzhang and media personnel exchanged pleasantries. Seeing off those who wanted to leave, they looked after the reporters who still had to wait here for the website's official notice.

An atmosphere of disappointment mixed with schadenfreude lingered in the large conference room. Li Chuzhang could do nothing about it—such is the way of victors and the vanquished.

Tangxiu also didn't go to the office to disturb Zheng Lao Ban; she sat quietly in a chair outside the ward's lobby, waiting.

Actually, she didn't even know what she was waiting for; perhaps she just felt a bit unwilling.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Wei Feng's voice came.

Tangxiu felt annoyed, lifted her head, and asked disdainfully, "What about you? Your editors have all run off—why are you still here?"

"Heh!" Wei Feng gave a cold chuckle and said, "Since I started school, teachers have taught us not to yield to various pressures, but to report the factual truth."

Seeing Tangxiu silent, he continued, "I admit that Doctor Zheng does have some ability; otherwise, even coming from Hai Cheng to Di Du, he wouldn't be able to keep his footing. But Editor-in-chief Tang, don't you think he's going a bit overboard?"

"How is he overdoing it?" Tangxiu stared coldly at Wei Feng and asked.

"Leaking the confidential Nobel Prize candidate list himself is a tactic; perhaps from the start he never thought he could actually win a Nobel Prize. Even his identity as a candidate could be fake." Wei Feng sneered and continued.

Wei Feng was already furious beyond measure; William, the editor-in-chief, fleeing in panic let him down utterly.

The project he was responsible for had been a bust from the start. He could imagine William, the editor-in-chief, dumping all the blame on him, and trying to shift from an intern to a full-time Financial Times reporter would be harder than climbing to heaven.

All his efforts had come to nothing; Wei Feng burned with rage, wanting to fight back. At that moment he tore off his mask, revealed his true self, and spoke his true thoughts.

"Moreover, he uses medical treatment as leverage, forcing patients to do live broadcasts. That's eating human blood steamed buns! Shameless! Vile, disgraceful, despicable!" Wei Feng raked his brains, uttering every adjective he knew.

At this point he felt that even if he used every adjective under the sun on that hypocrite, it still wouldn't express his feelings.

Tangxiu stared coldly at Wei Feng, who was ranting like a madman, no longer hiding her feelings; she felt anger and bewilderment.

"I will stalk the interview; if I have no camera, I will use my own eyes and my own pen to record everything. No matter how thick the curtain, no matter what kind of oppressive power I face, I will strive to report the factual truth."

"Factual truth?" Tangxiu looked expressionlessly at Wei Feng, "In Hai Cheng, you took money from medical troublemakers, preset your stance, and that's how you report the factual truth?"

"Those are slanders! It's you who have yielded to the powerful!" Wei Feng seemingly forgot completely that he had taken money from Dahungya, gone out at night to interview and report. He waved his arms, performing selflessly.

Perhaps this bout of self‑suggestion took effect; Wei Feng felt he stood on the side of justice and was full of confidence.

Just then, Su Yun came back in a hurry, holding a film in her hand, followed by three young girls and a middle‑aged woman over forty.

"The money issue is easy to settle; the patient has already signed, and a lawyer will be in touch with you shortly." Su Yun said while walking.

"Oh oh, Doctor Su, really nothing else? Little Sun is still a child; if any video spreads online, I'm afraid she'll jump off a building even if the surgery succeeds." The middle‑aged woman said anxiously.

"Don't talk nonsense; could that even still circulate online? Accounts have been banned long ago." Su Yun said disparagingly, "Didn't I just show you the previous patient's live‑stream? You're worrying too much. Not to mention you—I can't even recall which patient's surgery was livestreamed; I'd guess only the boss would remember."

After being talked down a few times, the middle‑aged woman fell silent, quietly following Su Yun into the doctors' office of the Intervention Department.

"Another live broadcast?" Wei Feng sneered, "All this is just a gimmick; it's hard to imagine anyone could be so despicable. Taking advantage of someone's peril—utter shamelessness!"