"Uh..." Director Sun Chao and Director Sun was stunned. He was stunned by what Wei Feng said.

Director Sun really doesn’t know whether the Nobel Prize list was announced or not. They are all ordinary people, and they are too far from the Nobel Prize. Who can study this thing?

"Is this really a matter?" Sun Chao asked carefully.

"Of course." Wei Feng sneered. When he talked about Zheng Ren, his heart felt like it was scratched by a knife, and it hurt so much. All the things before had turned into a kind of humiliation in his heart.

He didn't think he had done anything wrong, all the mistakes were on the hospitalization of the Haicheng Emergency Department.

"In the past, Mr. Lao She, a literary master in our country, won the Nobel Prize recommendation in 1968. Do you know this?" Wei Feng asked.

"I have heard that it is indeed a pity that I haven't won the Nobel Prize in Literature. Mr. Lao She is a talented man."

"The official information was declassified 50 years later, proving that Mr. Lao She was not recommended that that year!" Wei Feng said.

"ah?"

"All information is kept confidential." Wei Feng smiled coldly again, his lips raised as sharp as a knife. "I don't disrespect the literary master Mr. Lao She, just to give an example. This matter was probably made up by later generations after Mr. Lao She's death, and it has nothing to do with the old man."

Sun Chao suddenly thought of something from Wei Feng's words, and he was completely stunned.

"Doctor Zheng, all your cleverness is used on this." Wei Feng continued: "Whatever he says, the Nobel Prize candidates are kept confidential anyway, and no one in China refutes him."

"No way..."

"Director Sun, why can't it?" Wei Feng said: "I don't respect the respected old director like you. You said he can't do anything despicable."

Sun Chao felt that the reporter Wei's words in front of him became more and more sharp. He suddenly realized that it was him who wanted to use him as a gun.

Thinking of this, Sun Chao was much more cautious. Boss Zheng, is that someone he can offend casually?!

"Director Sun, don't laugh at me, I'm just too angry." Wei Feng continued: "How many benefits did he get with the title of a Nobel Prize candidate that does not exist at all. This doesn't count. It's not too despicable to step on the position of a respected old director like you."

Sun Chao calmed down and sighed in his heart.

Boss Zheng did such a good surgery, do you need to step on yourself at the top? Whether it is a modified tips surgery or an interventional surgery for an intrauterine fetus, you can kill a group of people by taking out one.

"Reporter Wei, I still can't say that." Director Sun Chao smiled slightly, "Boss Zheng's surgery is indeed good. If it is not good, who dares to open a live broadcast room? If it is me, I can't do it at all."

Wei Feng was stunned for a moment. Is it because his tone of speaking just now that he was too impatient?

Why didn’t Director Sun not feel the same hatred of the enemy, but began to play Tai Chi with himself?

What's going on? He looked at Director Sun Chao's eyes and smiled a little uncomfortable.

"Is the surgery live broadcast? At the beginning, I thought it was a disruption of the academic ecology and it was too risky." Sun Chao said lightly, "But they have great skills. After so many live broadcast surgeries, none of them happened."

What Wei Feng couldn't hear the most was the words of his old enemy, Dr. Zheng.

When he saw Director Sun Chao and Director Sun admitting his guilt, he had an indifferent smile on his chubby face and was angry and angry.

"Live operation, this is eating human blood buns on the patient!" Wei Feng said coldly.

"Hmm?" Sun Chao was stunned for a moment.

In the doctor's opinion, those who can perform live surgery are all first-class and powerful figures. Ordinary young doctors want to do this and become famous, but who dares?

Before Boss Zheng, even if someone wanted to have a live operation, he had to weigh it again and again. He was picky and had to choose from it. The patient had to be mild and easier to do before he dared to come on stage.

Not to mention others, Sun Chao alone has seen no less than 5 live broadcast surgeries during the academic meetings during the years.

Which of those doctors did not end up being discredited?

Some people also asked Sun Chao to do a live demonstration operation at the National Vascular Surgery Annual Conference, but they were rejected by Sun Chao without hesitation.

Sun Chao wanted to safely ensure his academic status and retire well. The live operation broadcast seemed to have nothing to do with someone who had blood buns. It seemed that his intuition was right, but fortunately he didn't talk nonsense.

Sun Chao just smiled and no longer expressed his opinions.

"The patient is sick, can't he cure the disease and save the patient well? He insists on depriving the patient of all his skills to demonstrate his skills." Wei Feng said angrily.

"Well……"

This time Sun Chao was a little reluctant.

"Reporter Wei, have you watched the live broadcast?"

"I've seen it, and now the live broadcast is all over the streets." Wei Feng said: "The more you reveal, the more you get. Dr. Zheng is depressed here. He said he got the Nobel Prize recommendation, so that's fine. When the patient is sick, he uses the power of a doctor to force him with treatment. Think about it, the patient is born on a weak side, and he doesn't say anything about what the doctor says..."

"Wait a minute." Director Sun stopped Wei Feng and asked, "Well, remember, how many live patients have you interviewed? I heard that many patients with Gosher's disease in other places have come to see Boss Zheng for surgery."

"Is Stockholm syndrome? I've been forced for a long time and got used to it. This is very..."

"Damn it!" Sun Chao picked up the atomic pen on the table and smashed it over.

The atomic pen hit Wei Feng's forehead, bounced up, and drew an arc to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Have you ever seen the surgery? Just talking nonsense!" Sun Chao didn't care whether the other party was the uncrowned king or not. Wei Feng just said nothing, and equated the live broadcast of medical care with the current live broadcast of entertainment.

Sun Chao was stroking everywhere, but Wei Feng didn't expect why the old director, who had always been very gentle, got angry.

He realized the danger and quickly stood up and retreated in panic.

Sun Chao grabbed a book and smashed it over like a brick. After all, he was old and slow, so Wei Feng avoided it.

Although it didn't hit, it was quite embarrassing.

He grabbed his bag, snatched the door, and another book flew over from behind and smashed it on his back.

Are you all crazy? Wei Feng was shocked. He ran into Director Sun's Negrosin.

"Director, Director, you are... to relieve your anger." The hospital on duty heard the noise outside and hurried out to take a look.

He stopped Director Sun and persuaded without any trouble.

"Who is that?" asked the hospitalized person. In fact, he could guess without asking. He must be a device vendor or a drug dealer. But this is strange. The business is unsuccessful. The director drove away people and scolded them. They had never happened.

"A reporter." Sun Chao said angrily.

Reporter... I was always stunned when I was hospitalized. What a sensation to the reporter? People have the right to speak. At that time, I wrote an article - an unscrupulous doctor actually did something shameful to the patient. Such eye-catching articles will definitely be a big deal.

If it became a hot search, I wouldn't be a human being. I knew that the anal squirting thing in Pengcheng was wrong, but what happened in the end? The midwife returned to her hometown and lived a miserable life. And what about the reporter? How about not seeing others?

It's over, I always thought to myself when I was hospitalized.

"He...why are you?" asked the hospitalized officer.
Chapter completed!