Sun Zeli was sorting out a backup plan on the TV station. Although she regretted that Boss Zheng did not win the Nobel Prize, this was expected.

She took out the press release that had been prepared long ago and was ready to issue it as soon as possible after the Nobel Prize official website announced the list of winners.

Sorry to lose, regret, and again, these words continue to appear in the press release, which is the theme of the whole text.

There always appears in front of Sun Zeli's eyes that honest face that she obviously disliked herself when she was fighting the earthquake relief service, but she could not feel resentful.

In the past few months, I have learned from countless aspects of Dr. Zheng’s daily work and what others think of him. The more I know, the more I regret that Zheng Ren missed the Nobel Prize.

How great would it be if I could win the prize?

In order to make the public understand Zheng Ren, Sun Zeli did a lot of work. The biggest one was the idea that arose from a documentary recorded by Tang Xiu before.

If Dr. Zheng does not accept interviews, he will interview colleagues around him, doctors he has contacted and patients who have been treated.

The documentary was recorded for dozens of minutes, and this was the rest after editing.

Without winning the award, this documentary can only be treated as a seal of information.

It was a bit regretful, Sun Zeli sighed softly. She was holding a coffee cup in her hand, feeling a little lost.

The ringtone of the cell phone rang, and Sun Zeli frowned slightly and took a look.

Is it Tang Xiu?

She took a sip of coffee, answered the phone, and turned on hands-free mode directly.

"Sister Sun! Boss Zheng won the award!" Tang Xiu said excitedly without any concealment.

Although excited, the voice was deliberately lowered.

Sun Zeli was stunned for a moment, won the award?!

"You... say it again..."

"Sister Sun! The official website of the Nobel Prize has just been announced, and Boss Zheng has won the award! This year's Nobel Prize in Medicine!!"

Sun Zeli was a little confused, but still calm, and immediately said, "Don't hang up the phone first."

She then put down the coffee cup and quickly refreshed the Nobel Prize official website.

Sure enough, the list of winners was announced and Zheng Ren's name was listed.

I...go!

"Sister Sun, I'm interviewing Boss Zheng, you're ready to start." Tang Xiu suppressed the infinite excitement and excitement in his heart and said hurriedly.

"Okay, you have sent the first-hand information here, and I'll contact the director immediately."

Sun Zeli hung up the phone, took a serious look at the information on the official website, and after confirming, she immediately picked up her cell phone and called the phone out.

"Master, the project I recently followed, Dr. Zheng from 912, just won the Nobel Prize in Medicine." Sun Zeli said.

“I apply for temporary changes to the program.”

"You have reviewed the documentary before, and you are the one you agreed to after watching it."

"Okay, thank you, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Sun Zeli started to put on makeup as quickly as possible, and tried every means to make herself look more professional when she was on camera.

The TV station's reaction was quite fast, and all programs made way for this temporary news.

Five minutes later, Sun Zeli finished makeup and silently thought about her speech.

She has memorized this manuscript many times in her heart, but she is about to be photographed. She, an old reporter and the old host, is actually a little nervous.

After letting out a sigh of relief, Sun Zeli came to the studio.

"Sister Sun, it's amazing!" A staff member behind the scenes gave a thumbs up.

Sun Zeli showed a professional smile and nodded gently.

The previous program was interrupted, and Sun Zeli sat in the studio, and the countdown began five, four, three, two, and one.

"I am Sun Zeli, host of China Television News, and now I will temporarily broadcast the express news for you. It is reported that Dr. Zheng Ren, a professor of interventional department of 912 Hospital, took the lead in the selection of the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine just announced and won this year's Medical Prize."

"Now let's look at the reports brought by the reporters ahead."

The camera switches, the picture I just sent back has not been refined, it is a bit rough but has a sense of reality.

The door of the operating room is closed, and the three words on the operating room are so solemn. In front of the door, a young doctor was wearing a sterile cap and an isolation suit, standing in front of many microphones.

"Doctor Zheng, Dr. Su, you won this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine, let's just say a few words." A reporter asked with a microphone.

This is the most common question.

The young doctor was very calm and looked at the microphone, "I know that I have done a good job in my surgery. I also fully recognize the Nobel Prize judges' recognition of me."

Sun Zeli just saw the scene of this interview, but she was not surprised. This is the boss Zheng Ren and Zheng she knew.

If you thank a lot of people and face the reporters with great anxiety, Sun Zeli will be confused.

The screen then switched, and Tang Xiu stood in front of the camera, "I am the frontline reporter Tang Xiu, from Haicheng Metropolis Daily, broadcasting to you on the spot at the 912 Hospital. Dr. Zheng won the Nobel Prize in Medicine. Before he walked out of the operating room, he didn't know the news of his award."

"Dr. Zheng just underwent an extremely difficult operation. As a clinical medical worker, this level of work is his daily routine."

"I will continue to follow up on the front line and report the latest situation to you."

The passage ends and the screen switches back to the studio.

"Thanks to frontline reporter Tang Xiu for the interview," said Sun Zeli.

For CTV, the front-line reporter is from Haicheng Metropolis Daily, which is a bit funny. But what Tang Xiu brought out was something that CTV could not refuse. After a series of discussions, CTV's director agreed to this matter.

But the audience in front of the TV were surprised by the words of the doctor who was just interviewed, and few people noticed the title of Haicheng Metropolis Daily reporter.

Even if I noticed it, I was immediately forgotten.

"We are very familiar with Dr. Zheng, and are old friends of China Television News." Sun Zeli said with a gentle smile, and the picture immediately switched.

The dark clouds of lead gray seemed to bring everyone's memories back to the moment when the whole country worked together.

Just now, Sun Zeli, who was glamorous in front of the camera, was sitting on a big rock wearing a camouflage uniform that was blown through by the rain, and said, "Hello everyone, I am Sun Zeli, the front-line reporter. I have been sitting here for a full twelve hours and witnessed the changes here."

"Just 3:50 in the morning, when I was separated from the Sharp Knife Squad due to a sprained ankle, it was still flat."

Gravel flew over, leaving a scar on Sun Zeli's face.

The blood flowed down, so shocking.

The background picture shows more than a dozen soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms walking on the dam, gravel splashing, and one person suddenly fell down, and the other person next to him grabbed the clothes and pulled them up.

This familiar picture once touched the hearts of countless people. Now the figure in military uniform has been replaced with a green isolation suit. Many people did not realize until this time that he, who was not afraid of death, had now won the Nobel Prize and stood in front of the flash and the microphone.

It's him!
Chapter completed!