Chapter 2667: with translation of title line (which is line [1] but we need to translate title separately

2568.2470 Nobel Prize winner Zheng Ren (Part 2)

Zhou Chun Yong quietly watched TV.

On the TV screen, the flash light shone on Zheng Ren's face, reflecting a strange luster.

"Chunyong, you'd better not say it, Zheng Lao Ban actually won the Nobel Prize. To say this person, he's just capable." Zhou Chun Yong's partner chatted with him, "Aren't you going to congratulate him?"

"Nothing to congratulate." Zhou Chun Yong said, "These days, Zheng Lao Ban's side will definitely be crowded."

"Doing nothing seems not right."

"How can you do nothing?" Zhou Chun Yong said, "Zheng Lao Ban is a sensible person; he knows what I, Old Zhou, have done. People whose eyes don't tolerate sand appear honest and simple, but are actually shrewd."

"What have you done?"

"Is the Nobel Prize that easy to win? Zheng Lao Ban got Lanke's support, cast a net worldwide, sending him skilled doctors. But before others acted, I went all out to pull in doctors for him—faster than even Director Kong of 912 could manage."

"For such a big matter, your little favor seems insufficient. Besides, we still owe Zheng Lao Ban a favor."

"Not fearing owed favors, just fearing never seeing each other again. I went there a few days ago; Zheng Lao Ban likes quiet, so I'll go find him in a few days to see if we can meet for a meal."

"If we eat at my place, I'll rustle up a few of my signature dishes."

"Heh." Zhou Chun Yong shook his head. Eating at my place? I couldn't, not even Director Yan likely could. In the whole Di Du, only Director Kong and Liu Xu zhi from the opposite ward could.

Thinking of Liu Xu zhi, Zhou Chun Yong felt displeased.

Zheng Lao Ban too—why throw Liu Xu zhi over to Zhu Liangchen's side? Coming to my side would be fine; it's just a staff position, what's the big deal?

To be honest, Zhu Liangchen really is just riding on Director Kong's coattails; I need to figure out how to pull Liu Xu zhi over.

He quietly watched the TV screen, mulling over matters concerning Liu Xu zhi.

"Chunyong, what are you thinking about?"

"Zheng Lao Ban is benevolent and righteous; during Earthquake Relief, he met a doctor from Xilin Town. The last time he inserted a urinary catheter in a child, they had just returned from performing surgery in Xilin Town."

"Then what?"

"This damn Zhu Liangchen is just leaning on Director Kong's favor— that doctor came to Di Du, and Zhu Liangchen got him a staff position, so he stayed there."

"…" Zhou Chun Yong's partner stared for a moment, "When did staff positions in Di Du become as worthless as cabbage?"

It seems that even giving a staff position to a doctor connected with Zheng Lao Ban isn't enough.

This matter shouldn't be dwelt on; the more you think about it, the scarier it gets.

"I'm not just thinking about how to turn this around," Zhou Chun Yong said resentfully, "Can't let that damn Zhu Liangchen stay smug for too long."

"Haven't they all gone to the opposite ward?"

Zhou Chun Yong said nothing, watched the brief news report on TV end, then returned to the previous program's picture, thinking about things in his heart.

Having dealt with that damn Zhu Liangchen, we absolutely can't let him stay so smug!

……

……

Modu, Pei Yingjie sat silently in the hotel private room, watching the TV screen.

Today, Lanke's supplier invited guests; Pei Yingjie brought Han Guang Zhi to the banquet.

But halfway through the meal, the news of Zheng Lao Ban winning the Nobel Prize spread across various WeChat groups. By the time they turned on the TV and found the news channel, the special broadcast had already ended.

Fortunately, it's all internet TV, so finding a news clip isn't hard.

The supplier's Manager immediately called the staff to look for it; this just‑few‑minute report, Pei Yingjie watched it back and forth for a full half hour.

"Title: Teacher, you…" Han Guang Zhi asked softly.

"Ah, Xiao Zhi, I previously told you to go to Zheng Lao Ban's place; you have the same temper as Yaowu." Pei Yingjie sighed and said.

Han Guang Zhi lowered his head slightly, not speaking; after all, he's young, and the stubbornness of a youth is fully evident.

Pei Yingjie knows what temper his several proud disciples have; he didn't bother to advise them much.

"Title: Teacher, Brother Wu's project at Hopkins looks promising," Han Guang Zhi said softly, "When he returns, once the Shou Bing matures, he'll also have his own domain."

He didn't say the rest, but Pei Yingjie knew that having his own domain meant he wouldn't have to rely on others.

"Prospects… I asked today, his paper was rejected by the Willow Leaf Blade," Pei Yingjie said lightly.

"Ah?" Han Guang Zhi raised his head, somewhat surprised.

"Do you know why?" Pei Yingjie asked.

"Is it because the number of Shou Bing cases is too low? Or perhaps the postoperative effects still need observation?" Han Guang Zhi asked, frowning in confusion.

"No." Pei Yingjie said, "It's that someone domestically is doing a similar project, comparing them—Yaowu… I looked at the latest Willow Leaf Blade, and Yaowu's article is inferior across the board."

"…" Han Guang Zhi stared, unable to believe that everything Title: Teacher said was true.

Pei Yingjie also said nothing, but instead watched the interview footage on the online TV, his gaze somewhat complex.

"Teacher, impossible." Han Guang Zhi insisted, "Domestically, no one's heard of anyone doing this Interventional surgery; even if someone were, besides Zheng Lao Ban, no one would do it better than Brother Wu. Moreover, Brother Wu is at Hopkins, where the technical strength is strong."

"Indeed, not someone from the mainstream medical circle." Pei Yingjie said, "It's a doctor from a medical beauty hospital."

……

This time Han Guang Zhi was even more sighing and speechless.

Medical beauty hospital—does that even count as a hospital? Perhaps there might be one in the future, but currently over 90% of medical beauty services in China are scams.

"I inquired a bit—it's that medical beauty hospital in which Director Kong of 912 holds shares."

"Is it Director Kong's doing?"

"No, it's a Radiology Department doctor that Zheng Lao Ban found in the remote Xilin Town…" Saying this, Pei Yingjie couldn't help but sigh.

What the heck is all this!

Zheng Lao Ban is strong—there's no denying that. When I went to Hai Cheng at this time last year, I could see he was an unpolished jade.

Whether we say Zheng Lao Ban is strong or weak, he pulled a Radiology Department doctor from a small rural hospital and crushed his proud disciples in the academic field.

This gap is all‑round.

Han Guang Zhi lightly moved his lips, saying nothing. His white teeth bit his lower lip, as if thinking about something.

"Xiao Zhi, you look gentle, but you're actually very stubborn, even more stubborn than Yao Wu." Pei Ying Jie said: "Let me put it this way: last year I gave Zheng Lao Ban an opportunity; now I see that without my words, he can't be subdued. This is more or less a favor. In the future, think carefully about how you'll proceed, then come find me."

Han Guang Zhi watched Zheng Lao Ban, wearing an isolation gown, on the screen, outlined by rings of light from the flash, and he gradually dazed.