Chapter 2661: 2562.2465 Meeting with Media Friends (Alliance Leader Toxic Mushroom City Lord Bonus Chapter 1)

2562.2465 Meeting with Media Friends (Alliance Leader Toxic Mushroom City Lord Bonus Chapter 1)

Wei Feng felt his vision a bit blurry; the lights outside the Operating Room seemed somewhat dim, and the text on his phone was impossible to make out.

He rubbed his eyes hard, then carefully looked at the URL again; indeed, it was the official website of the Nobel Prize.

It wasn't that he had entered the wrong website; Wei Feng was a bit puzzled. Perhaps his phone had been hacked, remotely controlled, just to trick him.

Wei Feng cautiously glanced at Tangxiu, seeing she had no time to pay attention to him, instead constantly making phone calls.

Tangxiu's tone betrayed excitement; her voice was urgent and trembling. It didn't seem like an act—if she could perform this convincingly, she could be considered a seasoned, powerful actor.

Really? Wei Feng examined the URL on his phone more carefully, searching bit by bit.

Other announced information was no different from what he knew, except that the list of laureates for the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine marked Zheng Ren's name, followed by Rudolf Wagner, then Su Yun.

Three researchers, with Zheng Ren as the lead.

Fake, definitely fake! Wei Feng strove to take deep breaths, inhaling as much oxygen as possible to calm his emotions.

Wei Feng had already spent several months researching this matter; reviewing all the evidence in his mind, he still felt that the young doctor from Hai Cheng would not win the Nobel Prize.

What kind of trick is Tangxiu playing?! Wei Feng was puzzled.

Although he thought that in his mind, his heart rate nevertheless accelerated uncontrollably, and his subconscious had already sensed something.

Wei Feng watched Tangxiu hold her phone in one hand while vigorously gesturing with the other, a habit of hers to emphasize her tone.

Back when she worked at the Hai Cheng Urban News, Tangxiu did the same.

Really annoying, Wei Feng felt a bit of chest tightness and palpitations, but he didn't panic. It couldn't be a heart attack—he was still young, just a little emotionally agitated.

Agitated? Why should he be agitated? Wei Feng recalled this, staring blankly at Tangxiu. His fingers felt numb, and his middle finger twitched involuntarily.

He helplessly shook his hand; looking at Tangxiu, she didn't seem to be faking it. The winner list was also posted on the Nobel Prize official website on his phone—if his phone were hacked just for a prank, the odds were too slim.

Let's wait and see, let the bullet fly a bit longer! Wei Feng thought.

If it were fake, I wouldn't believe that Tangxiu, this little girl, could pull off a full act. For a press interview, reporters would surely crowd the Operating Room door.

Still no one has come so far...

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded down the hallway.

A squad of security guards came running in small steps, neat and solemn, few in number but appearing quite capable.

What's going on? Wei Feng stared for a moment.

The leader, wearing a security uniform, bore a military bearing in his gestures; he lowered his head slightly and spoke a few words into the shoulder-mounted walkie-talkie.

This squad then began to set up defenses in an orderly manner, unlike the superficial hired security of other hospitals.

What is 912 doing? Wei Feng stared, then a possibility occurred to him, and his heart began to pound violently again.

Taking a deep breath, the slightly cool air suppressed the restlessness in his chest; Wei Feng remained still, just watching.

Tangxiu of the Hai Cheng Urban News couldn't possibly marshal such force or create such a scene just to deceive him.

Regarding this, Wei Feng still had a rough idea in his mind; he knew his own weight.

Hiring a network hacker to compromise his phone might be plausible, but getting 912's security personnel to cooperate in an act? That's nonsense.

After waiting quietly for a few minutes, the security personnel scattered outside the Operating Room continually reported the situation on this side to their team leader.

The patients' families waiting for the surgery to end were also stunned; even Tangxiu was politely urged to sit on a hard plastic chair.

The Operating Room door was closed; light seeping through the glass proved the surgery inside was still ongoing. Everything was quiet and calm, as if nothing had changed, except a sudden tension and a hint of lethal atmosphere had appeared.

Wei Feng suppressed his inner agitation, continuously taking deep breaths, drawing in more fresh air. Yet the more he did so, the faster his heart pounded, and he vaguely sensed that something was about to happen.

His head felt a bit hazy, the numbness in his fingers seemed to spread, and Wei Feng felt as if he were turning to stone—his fingers and toes lost all response.

But he didn't pay it any mind; he was simply too nervous, and it was all Doctor Zheng's fault!

Wei Feng's gaze fixed on the elevator; as the numbers changed, as long as it wasn't coming to the Operating Room, it was fine. If they won the Nobel Prize, even if 912's defenses were as tight as could be, omnipresent reporters would still find their way, pointing long and short microphones at Zheng Ren.

Even Wei Feng believed that an individual doctor had obtained official permission from 912 to change clothes and enter the Operating Room for an exclusive interview.

The elevator numbers all reached the first floor, then began to go up one after another.

As the numbers kept changing, Wei Feng's heart rate gradually accelerated, his breathing grew faster and deeper. He had been using deep breaths to suppress his inner agitation, but to little effect.

An elevator stopped at the Operating Room floor, its doors opened, and Director Yan and Vice President Yuan stepped out.

"Has Xiao Zheng's surgery finished?" Director Yan asked with a smile.

"Director Lin is inside, saying the live broadcast just ended and Boss Zheng has stepped down."

"Don't rush to change clothes; come out and meet the media friends." Director Yan said, "Everyone has waited ten-odd hours; not seeing them would be inhospitable."

Ye Qingqiu immediately made a call to contact.

One elevator after another stopped at the Operating Room floor; this time, those who emerged were all media personnel, carrying cameras and microphones. Although it was a hospital and no one raised their voices, the light in their eyes let Wei Feng grasp the truth of the matter.

It's actually true?!

"Director, Boss Zheng will be out soon." Ye Qingqiu said softly.

His words were like a charge's bugle call; the many media from 912 immediately scrambled for favorable positions, picking up microphones, with some friction between them. But thanks to the coordination of 912's security personnel, no stampede occurred.

Ye Qingqiu handles things reliably; it looks like he had already prepared several contingency plans.

Wei Feng took a deep breath, stood up, wanting to make a final confirmation. His mind was a blank, countless questions swirling.

The Operating Room door opened, and Lin Ge stepped out first, holding the door, his face glowing with a pleased smile.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun followed, with Director Kong bringing up the rear; the flashlights lit the Operating Room doorway like lightning, bathing it in white.

"Doctor Zheng..."

"Doctor Zheng..."

In an instant, countless microphones were thrust forward, and countless people vied to ask questions.

Wei Feng felt his vision blur, his limbs go numb, and he collapsed with a thud onto the nearby camera.