On the 10th, the imperial capital.

Zheng Ren works as usual, as if it was just an ordinary day. It was just that the time for the Nobel Prize phone call was getting closer and closer, and the emotions of the other people in the medical team became increasingly unstable.

Zhao Wenhua is pretty good. He is not a member of the medical team, and his name is not on the project list.

Gao Shaojie took Lin Yuan for surgery and made several operational mistakes in succession. It was obvious that he was not in a state today. Zheng Ren drove them all down and went on stage with his lead clothes to perform several surgeries today.

Gao Shaojie was also a little nervous about this. He sat in the operating room awkwardly, watching Boss Zheng's extremely skilled operation, like flowing water. But at this moment, he was anxious and nervous, and could not appreciate this beauty.

"Lao Gao, what's wrong with you today?" Su Yun asked.

"Doctor Su, you know... I've been restless these days." Gao Shaojie smiled embarrassedly, "Is there no news on that side?"

"Don't be anxious." Su Yun put his hands behind his head, collapsed on the sofa, and said lazily.

Gao Shaojie knew that Su Yun was also nervous. He rarely appeared in the operating room and was almost inseparable from Boss Zheng these days. Especially when the phone rang, he jumped up like a rabbit who heard the gunshots.

Even... I didn't even let Boss Zheng bring his cell phone into the operating room, and put it in the operating room outside to avoid bad signals affecting answering calls.

Although everyone knows that the morning time of the imperial capital is the night in Stockholm, it is absolutely impossible for a phone call to come in. Su Yun still insists, which makes Gao Shaojie feel more emotional.

Even Su Yun rarely plays with his own mobile phone these days. He looks as lazy as a lion, but in fact his eyes are always staring at Boss Zheng's mobile phone on the operating table.

Alas, it seems that not only me, but even Dr. Su is a little anxious, Gao Shaojie thought to himself.

Only Boss Zheng in the operating room seemed to have never changed much. He was as calm as a mountain, and the operation was extremely beautiful. Gao Shaojie even vaguely felt that Boss Zheng was still improving.

If he continues to improve like this, will his level reach the clouds and he can't even see it?

Not to mention the level, I can't compare with this mentality alone. I am not as calm as a young man, but like an old man in his seventies and eighties. I have seen the vicissitudes of the world and nothing can touch his heartstrings.

After saying a few words or saying awkward words, everyone was absent-minded and there was silence in the operation room. They picked up and dropped off the patients, and the operations were performed one after another. Just after ten o'clock, all the operations today were completed.

Zheng Ren took off his lead clothes and walked back to the operating room. He immediately felt the depressing atmosphere in the operating room.

Is the Nobel Prize? Zheng Ren knows that everyone’s focus has been here in recent days.

In fact, Zheng Ren is also looking forward to the Nobel Prize. The massive skill points can support himself to upgrade a skill tree to the peak level, plus a peak skill book.

Four peak-level skills, Xiao Shitou's healing seems to be a try. Even so, Zheng Ren still feels that he is too distressed, so it's better to let go. It's just that maintaining a certain amount of hope is a good thing after all, and having a choice is worse than having no choice.

But [Main mission - The fifth stage of famous all over the world, Nobel Prize! Nobel Prize!!] The progress bar of this mission has always been around 99%, but the last trace is unwilling to move.

Zheng Ren didn't know where the problem was, and he felt a little regretful about it. The big pig's hooves didn't give me a reminder or something, making him feel dewy now.

There is nothing to say about Su Yun and Gao Shaojie. He can't tell them the doubts in his heart.

Everyone was not in a high mood during this period, so they saw that Hongye’s plan was dragged and dragged, dragged and dragged.

【They say write quickly…】

The phone rang, and Zheng Ren reached out, but before he could get the phone, Su Yun held the phone in his hand like a afterimage.

"Tsk, Linger is fine and calls you." Su Yun said disappointedly as he looked at the name marked on it.

Zheng Ren smiled and answered the phone.

"Director Lin."

"Yes, no news yet."

"Wait a minute, don't worry."

After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone and put his cell phone in his pocket.

After leaving the stage to change his clothes, Zheng Ren was still sitting in his own position holding a fifth edition of the surgery.

It is fake to say that you are not nervous. It is a peak-level skill book and a large number of experience values ​​and skill points! It involves many surgeries and whether they can succeed.

But Zheng Ren looked at the main task - the fifth stage of famous all over the world, Nobel Prize! Nobel Prize!! 99% progress bar, puzzled.

After carefully considering various possibilities, Zheng Ren was not very clear about the process of the Nobel Prize review and could not figure out what was going on.

The task issued by the big pig's hoof proved that this matter was feasible; with Lao Luoche's guarantee, although the guy said it was extremely slick to ensure the fairness of the review, this statement also gave him a chance.

At least now, Zheng Ren doesn't want to use the real eye to see the strange autologous diagnosis on the Lao Luoche system panel. He turns his energy value into empty, and his whole person becomes a mummy.

If Old Luoche could not fulfill his promise, it would be too late to part. Zheng Ren really didn't believe that he would dare to run to the imperial capital to chase him.

If that were the case, the iron fist would have shattered him long ago, even if he was the patriarch of the ancient and mysterious Bruch family.

"Boss, will I look for Maris with a crystal ball?" Su Yun has made this suggestion for the ninth time.

"What's so good about it?" Zheng Ren frowned, "I'll win the prize when I received the call, but I won the prize if I didn't. It's such a simple thing. Besides, isn't there an official website for the Nobel Prize? It will be announced on the website when I have the news."

After saying that, Zheng Ren glanced at the system panel and found that the task progress was still 99%, and he didn't get it. He didn't have to wait for any phone number.

"Tsk!" Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren with contempt.

【They said…】

Zheng Ren had no choice but to take out his phone, and the phone was blown up in the past two days. Except for Director Old Pan, many people called almost every day.

It’s still the old director who is stable. Zheng Ren looked at the name of the person marked on the phone - Mu Tao, and sighed vigorously.

"Old Mu is the same. Why do you make a call if you have nothing to do? Tell me, is it related to him whether you win the Nobel Prize?" Su Yun nagged after seeing the name marked on the phone, and sat back on the chair in disappointment.

His black hair floated listlessly on his forehead. The later the time went on, the less likely he would be to win the Nobel Prize from a certain perspective.
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