Chapter 2668: with translation of the chapter title

2569.2471 Dad, I won the Nobel Prize (Alliance Leader quietly watching flowers bloom and fall, bonus chapter 5)

Social engagements, Zheng Ren no longer has the strong wariness and disgust he once had. But after all, when there are many people, he gets a headache, a severe one.

Barely coping, when leaving the Hospital Zheng Ren saw his Energy Value hit bottom.

Really, it's more exhausting than going out on the street with Yi Ren, the Energy Value drops too fast, Zheng Ren really isn't good at this kind of thing.

Dragging his fatigued body home, downstairs he saw Liu Xu zhi, who didn't know how long he had waited. After meeting, Liu Xu zhi only knew to give a foolish hehe laugh, said two congratulations, and then didn't know what to say.

Zheng Ren actually liked this temper.

"Old Liu, come upstairs and sit a while, let's have a drink together." Su Yun said, putting his arm around Liu Xu zhi's shoulders in high spirits.

Liu Xu zhi felt a bit embarrassed, but after all he also wanted to get closer to Boss Zheng and Yun Ge'er, so he nodded and followed upstairs.

After returning home, he slumped entirely on the sofa, only then feeling completely fatigued, more tired than doing a 24-hour Shou Bing.

He glanced at the Energy bar, only a little left; if he didn't hurry to recover, Zheng Ren feared he would faint.

He took out his phone and glanced at it; there were countless missed calls. Putting his phone on silent today really was the right move, Zheng Ren thought.

Slumped on the sofa, Zheng Ren began scrolling through the missed call messages, when suddenly a name appeared in his view.

Ning Shu, the person Zheng Ren both loved and hated.

Oh right, he won the Nobel Prize but didn't report to his father-in-law; how could that be okay? Zheng Ren immediately began self-examination deep in his Inner Mind.

Doing this means having no friends; having no friends is fine, but if he had no girlfriend… Zheng Ren shook his head, he couldn't even imagine a life without Yi Ren.

He picked up his phone, his whole body felt like it was falling apart, weak and listless as he stood up, greeted Liu Xu zhi, who sat awkwardly on the sofa, and headed toward the balcony.

The impromptu press conference just now, organized by Li Chuzhang of the 912 publicity department, was quite proper, with Su Yun basically front and center, Zheng Ren doing nothing. Yet even so, his Energy Value hit bottom.

Zheng Ren moved slightly and felt himself extremely fatigued.

Troublesome, what if he fainted directly on the award stage when waiting for the Nobel Prize ceremony? Better let Su Yun go and get it.

Zheng Ren walked to the balcony while idly thinking.

Autumn night, a bit chilly, but Zheng Ren's inner fire was strong, so he felt nothing. He held his phone and dialed Ning Shu's number to call back.

After a few rings, the call was answered.

"Dad, I won the Nobel Prize." Zheng Ren said instinctively.

After saying that, Zheng Ren froze. Was this a mistake? He usually wondered in his mind how to address Ning Shu after marriage, but he couldn't call him Dad just now.

He was doomed.

The other end of the line fell silent; presumably Ning Shu was also startled by that address.

The air was filled with an awkward, inexplicable atmosphere, making even the just-cool and relaxed autumn wind feel much more desolate.

Zheng Ren vaguely saw a withered yellow leaf fall down.

Impossible, there are no leaves on the rooftop; Zheng Ren quickly shook his head, struggled to overcome his psychological barrier, and softly said, "Ning Shu."

"You won the Nobel Prize?" Ning Shu's voice on the other end sounded hoarse, while Zheng Ren on this end felt a bit panicked.

"Mm-hmm." Zheng Ren nodded politely and humbly at the air, as if the future father-in-law, now Ning Shu, stood right before him.

As for what Ning Shu said on the phone, Zheng Ren remembered nothing; he seemed to be sleepwalking, just nodding "mm-hmm" all the way.

Only after hanging up did Zheng Ren shiver. Really… talking with Ning Shu left him feeling chilled to the core.

Zheng Ren tightened his clothes and walked back to the room.

"Boss, let's have a drink today!" Su Yun said loudly, full of bravado.

Zheng Ren was about to refuse when he saw Su Yun already searching the whole house for alcohol.

"Drinking counts as…"

"What is 'in life's joy, one must indulge to the full'? What is 'when the breath is about to exit, exchange for fine wine'? Uh… the latter doesn't count." Su Yun spoke happily without restraint.

Xie Yiren held Zheng Ren's hand, her eyes sparkling with points of starlight, "Starting today, you should be the best surgeon."

Zheng Ren thought, could the best surgeon gain Ning Shu's approval? Forget it, he'd think about that later.

What Yi Ren said was also correct; in decades no doctor had won the Nobel Prize, so saying that was fitting. But it wasn't something like organ transplantation; if he said that himself, he still felt somewhat unable to accept it in his heart.

"Maybe."

"Exactly!"

"Mm, Yi Ren is right, I am the best surgeon." Zheng Ren said meekly, like a little lamb.

"Boss, now that you've won the Nobel Prize, can't you be a bit more bold?" Su Yun approached, holding a bottle of Maotai.

"I can't drink this." Zheng Ren said ruefully: "The liquor's too strong; just smelling it makes me dizzy."

"I know, this is ours." Su Yun laughed, "Today I, the young master, will step in and mix cocktails for you two weaklings."

"Cocktails?"

"I don't drink Bloody Mary." Xie Yiren immediately said.

Liu Xu zhi had only heard of Bloody Mary, but didn't know why Xie Yiren reacted so strongly; he directly refused.

"Hey, Yi Ren, what's wrong with Bloody Mary?"

"The taste is… too awful, really undrinkable." Xie Yiren leaned against Zheng Ren, speaking like a well-behaved little cat.

"As a bartender, shouldn't you mix cocktails according to the customer's requests?" After hearing Xie Yiren's words, Zheng Ren immediately blamed Su Yun's mistake.

"Alright, then I'll go out for a bit." Su Yun was happy today, didn't want to argue, and could let the boss have a drink to happily celebrate, which would be worthy of the Nobel Prize.

Seeing Su Yun pull Chang Yue to buy snacks and such, Zheng Ren remembered he had set his phone to silent again. He crept about, as if afraid that Ning Shu's call might come in at any moment.

He should report to Director Pan, but he didn't know what time it was, whether Director Pan had slept. Zheng Ren was just hesitating when he saw a call come in—it was Director Pan's phone.

He had been busy all along and still hadn't reported to the director, leaving Zheng Ren feeling a bit embarrassed.

Actually, saying it out loud wasn't a big deal; if the relationship grew more distant, then not reporting would certainly be unacceptable. But the relationship between him and Director Pan was that of master and apprentice, also like father and son, so a slight delay was fine.

"Director! I won the Nobel Prize!"

From the phone came a hearty laugh; it seemed Director Pan's old heart was greatly comforted.

Just finished being busy, today I did another valve replacement, then dealt with reporters, exhausted. I put my phone on silent and just got home.

Exactly, talking to reporters is more tiring than doing Shou Bing!

When Zheng Ren and Director Pan were talking, his speech was noticeably more, simple and easy, he didn't think at all, saying whatever came to mind.

But most of the time, Director Pan asked various questions and details, and Zheng Ren answered. Zheng Ren heard his phone constantly ringing, and after talking for a full ten minutes, Director Pan finally put the phone down, still wanting more.

Shortly after, the phone rang again.

"Lao Mu, your call is timely enough; I just got home."

"Huh, didn't we agree on a fifty-fifty split beforehand? Getting it should be expected."

One call after another, I dealt with them for a full half hour; Su Yun also carried things, one hand holding the phone, constantly chatting and joking with people in a cheeky way.

Back home, under Chang Yue's nagging, he had a cigarette in his mouth and started mixing cocktails.

Tonight, if the phone isn't turned off or put on silent, I probably won't be able to fall asleep.

Su Yun hung up the phone, smiling, carrying two cocktails to the coffee table, saying: "Boss, put the phone on silent; even if there's an emergency Shou Bing today, I won't go."

At the mention of emergency Shou Bing, Zheng Ren's face turned slightly solemn.

"912, it won't turn unless you leave it." Su Yun said contemptuously: "Drink, drink!"

"Wait a moment, I haven't spoken to Fugui'er yet." Zheng Ren said.

"I heard from Tangxiu that Fugui'er got drunk late last night." Su Yun laughed loudly, "You say this guy's psychological quality—he hasn't even... and he's already started drinking late at night."

Zheng Ren chuckled, wanting to pull out his phone for a video call with Professor Rudolf Wagner, but the calls kept coming one after another, leaving him no free time at all.

"Chang Yue, use your phone." Su Yun said, "My phone and the Boss's phone are both blown up."

That being the case, Zheng Ren simply turned off his phone; after glancing at the screen, he saw it was Zhu Liangchen calling.

Chang Yue began sending a video invitation to the professor.

On the other end, the call was answered almost instantly; Professor Rudolf Wagner appeared with a face mixing hangover pain and boundless surprise, which finally turned into bewilderment as he appeared before Zheng Ren.

"Boss! Did that thing actually win the Nobel Prize? I'm not dreaming, am I?" Professor Rudolf Wagner asked urgently.

"Fugui'er, you're indeed dreaming. Last night you got drunk late, and a microthrombus broke loose after drinking, causing a blockage of the cerebral Artery..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Zheng Ren laughed, "a microthrombus couldn't clot that kind of Blood Vessel; if it did, at least... never mind, what am I thinking?"

"Fugui'er, why did you drink so much? Today I performed an emergency Shou Bing in the Hybrid Operating Room, and I didn't get the call. They said you didn't get the call either—what's going on?" Zheng Ren asked.

Professor Rudolf Wagner immediately became solemn, his face full of guilt as he said: "Boss, I got everything wrong."

"Fugui'er, you're also a Nobel Prize winner—can't you be more tough?" Su Yun laughed.

"I can't find Doctor Mei Ha'er lately; they said all the other awards have been reviewed, only our prize has no news. I think they're hiding it from me, so..." As he spoke, Professor Rudolf Wagner scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Now recalling probably isn't it." Zheng Ren said, "Who knows? Anyway, the official website has already announced it, no mistake."

"Boss, your old nose is awesome!" After Zheng Ren's affirmation, Professor Rudolf Wagner became excited.

His hand holding the phone trembled slightly, making Zheng Ren feel dizzy and blurred, like riding a roller coaster.