Tang Xiu looked at Wei Feng with an expressionless face, suppressing the anger in her heart. She knew that the former subordinate in front of her came from the mind of watching jokes, and even with some malice.

But if he said it so blatantly, wouldn't he be afraid of any accidents being slapped in the face? Looking at the extremely arrogant Editor William behind him, especially their name as the Financial Times, this made Tang Xiu feel a little bad.

As an internationally renowned newspaper group, their well-informed news, especially in major events such as the Nobel Prize, which are attracting news, is much better than many domestic media.

"Get out of the way." Sun Zeli didn't know Wei Feng, and she didn't care about the Financial Times. No matter how big the newspaper group was, could it cause waves in the imperial capital?

Nonsense.

Especially the sarcastic smile on the corner of Wei Feng's mouth looked particularly annoying. She felt disgusted and scolded without any concealment.

"Oh," Wei Feng didn't care. He smiled and said, "We got some news. It is said that the German professor in Dr. Zheng's project team was in a state of sorrow in Stockholm, and went to the bar to buy drunk late at night."

“…”

Sun Zeli and Tang Xiu were stunned for a moment.

Professor Rudolph Wagner bought drunk late at night? This proves one thing more conclusively than any news that is flying all over the sky - Boss Zheng's project failed.

If Wei Feng talks to himself, the credibility is not high. However, the arrogant editor-in-chief William standing behind him is still the identity of the Financial Times, the credibility of this matter is worth thinking about.

"It's the professor named Rudolph, you're drunk late at night... Hey! Actually, I think he's thinking too much." Wei Feng's words were full of confidence, "This is just a trick of Dr. Zheng. Do you know that the list of candidates for the Nobel Prize is kept confidential?"

Seeing that Sun Zeli and Tang Xiu didn't speak, Wei Feng was even more proud. However, he restrained his emotions and spoke in a pretentious manner.

The more you are, the more you have to be calm. Only in this way can you highlight your personality. After all, I am a reporter from the Financial Times and have no comparison with editors from small, four-tier cities like Tang Xiu.

He felt a sense of superiority in his heart, and he smiled gracefully, "Editor Tang, you have all been deceived."

"Doctor Zheng's purpose has also been achieved, and this is undeniable. He successfully went from Haicheng to the imperial capital, and he was doing well here."

"Recalling now, I can't help but admire my skillful means and have obtained all the benefits I should get. As for the poor German professor... By the way, they gave him an insulting name, Fuguier. That Fuguier is a clown, and his mind is not clear."

Seeing Tang Xiu and another reporter from Datai, Sun Zeli stopped talking, Wei Feng felt proud.

He kept talking: "Fugui'er still doesn't know that Dr. Zheng didn't want to win the Nobel Prize from the beginning, but just used his reputation to achieve a leap from Haicheng to the imperial capital."

"No matter how well prepared you are, it is unnecessary. It's really pitiful. You are also victims of being deceived by that hypocrite."

Wei Feng looked like you were all fools and said proudly: "The Financial Times track this project every year and have rich experience. As long as possible candidates for various awards receive calls, there will be notifications within the newspaper industry."

As he said that, he glanced at the time and said, "I think it should be soon now."

At this time, the editor-in-chief William behind Wei Feng was impatient and said a series of words at a very fast speed, in American English, and a strong accent. Sun Zeli and Tang Xiu could only hear it roughly.

He thought Wei Feng wasted time and wanted to go to the ward as soon as possible.

The expression on Wei Feng's face changed, as if it was a Sichuan opera change, without any trace of patchwork. He bent over and bowed repeatedly, expressing his apology and obedience sincerely.

"We'll go up too." Tang Xiu left a message to Xie Yiren, and then said to Sun Zeli.

She was worried that Boss Zheng would speak casually, so she gave the people who were deliberately asking for trouble.

Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli entered the elevator and saw Wei Feng and his team also followed.

Wei Feng stopped the elevator with his hands, bent over, and waited for William to come in before the last step into the elevator. Tang Xiu frowned and asked, "Don't you think Boss Zheng can't win the Nobel Prize? Why are you doing with him?"

"I want to see what he will say after his doomed failure." Wei Feng still didn't say any dirty words. He tried his best to keep himself as grace and elegance as the winner.

As he was speaking, William's cell phone behind him sounded, but the elevator door was closed at this time.

William picked up his cell phone and looked at it. The email said he couldn't click on anything. When he arrived at the ground, he got off from the elevator before clicking on the email.

Pretending to let William go first, Wei Feng glanced at the email. When he saw the email, his face showed an expression of expectation and excitement.

In the interventional physician's office, several doctors gathered together and were looking at their cell phones.

Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli were delighted. This was the Nobel Prize Evaluation Committee that had just finished calling and gathered together... No, it would not be officially announced on the website after the call was made to notify the winners.

What are they doing?

"Dongdongdongdongdong~" Sun Zeli knocked on the open office door and asked softly, "Boss Zheng, are you busy?"

"Well, I'm busy." Su Yun said without raising his head: "The surgery cannot be performed. I will change the valve twice. According to my opinion, the aortic valve root is penetrated by an abscess. Part of the aortic wall needs to be cut, and the anterior leaflet of the mitral valve has a connected left atrium. If it is a second surgery, the adhesion part cannot be stopped."

"I'll think about it again." Zheng Ren looked a little distracted, and his reaction was a little slower.

But I have seen this situation a lot, and no one has said anything.

"Do it under interventional protection during the operation. Part of the aortic wall needs to be removed. I will hold it up with a big shelf. If there is any problem, it will be easy to deal with. Should we use pericardial tablets to repair it or artificial patches, we have time." Gao Shaojie said in a deep voice.

"No, you need to do it under external circulation. The aorta is blocked." Su Yun said, "It is okay to put a filter first to prevent the growth of the body from falling off."

Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli heard a dew.

Shouldn’t we talk about the Nobel Prize? How to talk about heart problems? It sounds like a very serious emergency patient.

"Hey, I know I can't win the Nobel Prize, so I pretend to discuss the medical records here." Wei Feng said with a smile.

It was not until this time that Wei Feng "understands" what tricks Dr. Zheng Ren and Zheng played.

Find an emergency medical record for discussion and use emergency patients to block the news reporters coming!
Chapter completed!