Chapter 2662: with translation of title line (the Chinese title given in line [1]

2563.2466 full recognition (Alliance Leader Blowfly extra update 1)

Zheng Ren didn't expect so many flashlights to light up outside at once; he raised his arm to shield his eyes.

Behind him, Su Yun wore an elegant, gentle smile like a spring breeze; although her black hair was pressed under the Sterile Cap, it seemed ready to stir.

Several microphones were thrust forward; before Zheng Ren could react, reporters began asking all sorts of questions.

But before anyone could finish speaking, Zheng Ren heard a panicked sound.

With a thud, he used his hand to block the flashlight's glare, squinting and looking toward the direction the sound came from.

One person knocked over the nearby camera, and both the machine and the person fell to the ground.

Security personnel immediately separated the surrounding crowd to prevent a more serious trampling incident.

Zheng Ren glanced and saw a bright red System Panel; he immediately used his hand to push aside the microphones in front of him and strode over.

The person lying on the camera kept twitching, his hands stiff and rigidly straight, like chicken claws.

"Gurney!"

"Oxygen!"

"ECG Monitor!"

Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

Faced with the sudden change, the medical staff of 912 were accustomed, as it was part of their daily work. Only they didn't expect that Zheng Lao Ban would unexpectedly win the Nobel Prize, and when he walked out of the operating room he would encounter this emergency rescue situation.

Meanwhile, the surrounding reporters and cameras all got excited in unison.

This colleague really knows how to make news—Nobel Prize winner Zheng Lao Ban walking out of the operating room is tantamount to on‑scene reporting, which in itself is quite a hot story.

If they could capture Zheng Lao Ban performing CPR, it would be like filming soldiers charging under a hail of bullets; the broadcast effect would be completely different.

All the cameras turned their lenses, and the flashlights silently released lightning, bathing the outside of the operating room in a blinding white.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Director Kong immediately teamed up with the operating room nurses to prepare what Zheng Ren had just said.

The oxygen bag was quickly brought out, and the person was laid flat on the marble floor.

Su Yun let out a small sound, leaned close to Zheng Ren's ear, and whispered softly: "Boss, this is Wei Feng from the Hai Cheng Urban Daily."

"Huh? Is he the reporter Dahungya was called in for after that postpartum bleeding?" Zheng Ren asked doubtfully.

Su Yun lightly nodded.

Wei Feng's System Panel displayed the words 'respiratory alkalosis'; Zheng Ren was a bit puzzled. Still, following standard rescue procedure, he first checked Wei Feng's mouth for foreign objects or secretions, then administered oxygen via a nasal catheter.

The ECG Monitor showed sinus tachycardia; other readings were normal.

"Inject 20 ml of 10% calcium gluconate intravenously, then send him to the Emergency Department for observation," Zheng Ren said.

Afterwards he stood up and rubbed his hands on the Isolation Gown, as if he had gotten something dirty on them.

"Doctor Zheng, shouldn't we be doing CPR?" a reporter asked, somewhat disappointed.

Doctor Zheng, who had just won the Nobel Prize, did nothing and simply had the fallen reporter sent to the Emergency Department; it was so simple that there was no sense of emergency rescue tension at all. To the reporters, this was a bit of a letdown.

"The heart hasn't stopped, so why do CPR?" Zheng Ren said. "It's just respiratory alkalosis with convulsions—give oxygen, administer a calcium shot, observe for a while, and it'll be fine."

Su Yun gave a faint smile, the mocking intent at the corners of her mouth growing stronger, she waved her hand, signaling the camera to come closer, then crouched beside Wei Feng and said.

"The situation is simple—it's respiratory alkalosis. To put it plainly, couples argue all the time, the woman gets winded and is sent to the hospital; you've heard of this before, right?"

The reporters' eyes lit up—this person's looks are off the charts, definitely camera‑friendly. The key is being willing to talk to the media, and someone immediately replied, "I've heard of it."

"In women, manifestations of neurosis or factors that provoke mental tension are non‑organic causes; when an attack occurs, breathing accelerates, lowering arterial blood CO₂ partial pressure, resulting in respiratory alkalosis accompanied by sympathetic nervous system excitation, which clinically presents with various symptoms."

"Generally speaking, males are extremely rare. This reporter… uh, can't call him comrade, he's an intern reporter for the Financial Times." Su Yun smiled, picking up Wei Feng's chest badge, "Surely this is his first field assignment—seeing the Boss come out, he kept taking excited deep breaths, which led to the alkalosis, and he just hyperventilated."

"…"

The reporters didn't find it odd; they just thought it was very professional, as if it were true.

"Simply put, he lacks work experience and is too nervous." Su Yun's smile grew a bit wider, her mocking tone well concealed.

Afterwards she removed the Sterile Cap, her black hair fluttering above her forehead, looking extremely pleased.

The gurney was quickly pushed over, and Tang Haitao of the Emergency Department also got the news, grabbing the emergency rescue box and rushing over with the nurses in a quick trot.

"The patient has been diagnosed with respiratory alkalosis; he's already received an intravenous push of calcium gluconate and been given oxygen—take him back for observation," Su Yun said as she stood up.

Afterwards she stood to Zheng Ren's side.

"What's the point of saying he's from the Financial Times?"

"You didn't see how arrogant he and that editor‑in‑chief William were before, how displeasing they were." Su Yun said, "If you get the chance, kick them twice—after all, with Ma Li Si around, they dare not talk back."

Zheng Ren gently shook his head, watching Wei Feng being lifted onto the vehicle and taken away.

"Doctor Zheng, Doctor Su, you've won this year's Nobel Prize—could you say a few words?" a reporter asked, holding a microphone.

Zheng Ren scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Looking at the forest of microphones before him and the gazes of many reporters, Zheng Ren thought for a few seconds and said: "I know my surgery was good, and for the Nobel Prize committee's recognition of me, I also give full recognition."

Outside the operating room, all was silent.

Is this an acceptance speech? Or a provocation—is Doctor Zheng mocking the Nobel Prize committee for lacking transparency and fairness?

After a brief silence, it was like a kettle boiling over, and an uproar erupted.

This must be the most controversial acceptance speech in history—it's big news! Absolutely big news!!

As it turns out, Doctor Zheng is quite full of tricks—looking honest and simple, he actually harbors a belly full of petty mischief.

The reporters immediately used all kinds of equipment to record Zheng Ren's words, and another reporter kept firing questions.

Zheng Ren had already stepped back half a pace, pushing Su Yun forward.

In comparison, Zheng Ren felt that Su Yun was more suited than he was to interact with the media.

That person loves any situation with lots of people, and the more people there are, the more excited they get, the better they perform.

"Zheng Lao Ban, awesome!" Lin Ge secretly stuck out his thumb and whispered in Zheng Ren's ear.

"Hehe." Zheng Ren chuckled, "Just telling the truth."