Chapter 2664: with translation of chapter title

2565.2467 It's him! It's him!!

Sun Zeli was organizing backup plans at the TV station; although she felt regret that Zheng Lao Ban didn't win the Nobel Prize, this was also expected.

She took out the press release she had prepared earlier, ready to send it out immediately after the Nobel Prize official website announced the winners.

Words like 'narrow loss,' 'regret,' and 'again' kept appearing in the press release, forming the main theme of the text.

Sun Zeli kept seeing before her the honest face of someone who, during the earthquake relief, clearly disliked her, yet she could not bring herself to resent him.

Over these months of work, from numerous angles she learned about Doctor Zheng's daily work and others' opinions of him; the more she learned, the more she felt regret that Zheng Ren had missed out on the Nobel Prize.

How wonderful it would be if he could win the award.

To help the public understand Zheng Ren, Sun Zeli did a lot of work; the biggest of these tasks stemmed from an idea sparked by a documentary previously filmed by Tangxiu.

Since Doctor Zheng refuses interviews, they will interview his colleagues, doctors he has interacted with, and patients he has treated.

The documentary's recording lasted several tens of minutes, and this is what remains after editing.

Since they didn't win the award, this documentary can only be treated as archived material.

It's truly regrettable; Sun Zeli let out a soft sigh. She held her coffee cup, somewhat dazed.

The phone rang; Sun Zeli lightly furrowed her brows and glanced at it.

Is it Tangxiu?

She took a sip of coffee, answered the call, and directly turned on speaker mode.

"Sun sister! Zheng Lao Ban won the award!" Tangxiu exclaimed, unable to hide her excitement.

Although excited, she deliberately lowered her voice.

Sun Zeli stared, stunned—had he won the award?!

"You... say that again..."

"Sun sister! The Nobel Prize official website just announced that Zheng Lao Ban has won the award! This year's Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine!!"

Sun Zeli felt somewhat bewildered, but remained composed and immediately said, "Don't hang up yet."

She promptly put down her coffee cup and quickly refreshed the Nobel Prize official website.

Indeed, the winners' list was announced, and Zheng Ren's name appeared prominently.

"I... I'm going!"

"Sun sister, I'm interviewing Zheng Lao Ban on my end; you get ready on yours." Tangxiu said hurriedly, suppressing her inner excitement and agitation.

"Alright, send me the firsthand information from your side, and I'll immediately contact the station director."

Sun Zeli hung up the phone, then took another serious look at the information on the official website; after confirming, she immediately picked up her phone and dialed.

"Station director, the Zheng doctor from the 912 project I've been following just won the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine." Sun Zeli said.

"I'm applying to temporarily change the program."

"You reviewed the documentary before; it's the one we agreed on after viewing it."

"Okay, thank you, thank you."

After hanging up, Sun Zeli began fixing her makeup as quickly as possible, doing everything she could to look more professional on camera.

The TV station reacted swiftly; all programs made way for this breaking news.

Five minutes later, Sun Zeli finished her makeup and silently ran through her speech once more.

She had memorized this manuscript many times in her heart, but now that she was about to go on air, this veteran reporter and host felt a little nervous.

She let out a gentle breath, and Sun Zeli arrived at the broadcast hall.

"Sun sister, awesome!" a backstage staff member gave a thumbs-up.

Sun Zeli showed a professional smile and lightly nodded.

The preceding program was interrupted; Sun Zeli took her seat in the broadcast hall, and the countdown began—five, four, three, two, one.

"I am Sun Zeli, host of Hua Shi News Channel, now bringing you a special bulletin. It is reported that Professor Zheng Ren, Zheng Doctor of the Intervention Department at 912 Hospital, stood out in the selection for the recently announced Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine and won this year's medicine award."

"Now let's see the report from our field reporter."

The feed switched; the footage just sent back hadn't been polished, appearing slightly rough yet conveying a sense of authenticity.

The operating room doors were closed, the three characters 'operating room' looking so solemn. In front of the doors, a young doctor wearing a sterile cap and isolation gown stood before many microphones.

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

This is the most standard question.

The young doctor remained calm, looking at the microphone: 'I know my surgery went well; regarding the Nobel Prize committee's recognition of me, I also give them full recognition.'

Sun Zeli had just seen this interview footage, but she wasn't surprised—this was exactly the Zheng Ren and Zheng Lao Ban she knew.

If he were to thank a bunch of people while facing reporters with a nervous feeling, Sun Zeli would instead feel puzzled.

Subsequently, the feed switched to Tangxiu standing before the camera: 'I am frontline reporter Tangxiu from Hai Cheng Urban News, reporting live from the 912 Hospital. Doctor Zheng has won the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine, but before walking out of the operating room, he still didn't know he had won.'

"Doctor Zheng just performed an extremely high-difficulty surgery; as a clinical medical worker, this level of work is his daily routine."

"I will continue to follow developments on the front line and bring you the latest updates."

After those remarks ended, the feed switched back to the broadcast hall.

"Thank you to frontline reporter Tangxiu for the interview." Sun Zeli said.

For Hua Shi, having a frontline reporter from Hai Cheng Urban News is somewhat ironic, but Tangxiu produced something Hua Shi could not refuse; after a series of negotiations, the station director of Hua Shi agreed to this.

However, the audience in front of their TVs were amazed by that doctor's remarks just interviewed, and few noticed the Hai Cheng Urban News reporter's title.

Even if they noticed, they would soon forget it.

"As for Doctor Zheng, we're very familiar; he's an old friend of Hua Shi News Channel." Sun Zeli said with a light smile, and the feed switched.

Lead-gray clouds covered the sky, as if pulling everyone's memory back to that moment when the whole nation united in effort.

Just moments ago, the radiant Sun Zeli before the camera now appeared disheveled, wearing a rain-soaked camouflage outfit, sitting on a large rock, saying: 'Hello everyone, I am frontline reporter Sun Zeli; I have been sitting here for a full twelve hours, witnessing the changes here.'

"Just at 3:50 a. m., I, because of a sprained ankle, separated from the Sharp Blade Squad, and at that moment, that place was still just a flat piece of land."

Flying debris struck Sun Zeli's face, leaving a scar.

Blood streamed down, a sight so shocking.

The background showed more than ten soldiers in camouflage walking on the Landslide Dam Lake; debris splashed, one person suddenly fell, and another beside him grabbed his clothes and hauled him up.

That familiar scene once tugged at countless hearts; now the figure in military uniform has been replaced by a green Isolation Gown, and only then did many realize that the fearless one who had ventured deep into the quake zone had already won the Nobel Prize, standing before the flashbulbs and microphone.

It's him!

It's him!!