The Surgeon's Studio

10th day, Imperial City.

Zheng Ren worked as usual, as if it was just a normal day. It was just that the time for the Nobel Prize call was getting closer and closer, and the emotions of the other people in the medical group were becoming more and more unstable.

Zhao Wenhua was not too bad. He was not part of the medical team, and his name was not on the list of events.

Gao Shaojie had brought Lin Yuan to perform the surgery, but he had made a few operational mistakes in succession. It was obvious that he was not in his best condition today. Zheng Ren chased them out and went on stage to perform the few surgeries that day in a lead coat.

Gao Shaojie was also a little afraid of this. He sat in the operation room embarrassedly and watched boss Zheng's extremely skilled operation, which was as smooth as floating clouds and flowing water. However, at this moment, she was anxious and nervous, so she couldn't appreciate this kind of beauty.

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

"Doctor su, you know ... I've been feeling uneasy these days." Gao Shaojie laughed in embarrassment."Is there any news from that side?"

"Don't be anxious. " Su Yun placed her hands behind her head and said lazily as she lay on the sofa.

Gao Shaojie knew that Su Yun was also very nervous. He rarely appeared in the operating room, but he had been almost inseparable from boss Zheng these days. Especially when the phone rang, he was like a rabbit that heard a gunshot, jumping up.

He even ... Didn't let boss Zheng bring his phone into the operating room. He had to put it in the operating room outside to prevent the bad signal from affecting the phone call.

Everyone knew that the morning in the imperial capital was the night in stockholm, and it was impossible for a phone call to come in. However, Su Yun still insisted, which made Gao Shaojie even more emotional.

Even Su Yun had not been using his phone for the past few days. He looked like a sleeping lion, but his eyes were fixed on boss Zheng's phone.

"Alas, it seems that not only I, but even doctor su is a little anxious," Gao Shaojie thought to himself.

Only boss Zheng, who was in the operating room, seemed to have never changed. He was always as calm as a mountain and performed the surgery beautifully. Gao Shaojie even vaguely felt that boss Zheng was still making progress.

If he continued to improve like this, would his level reach the clouds, and he wouldn't even be able to see it?

Not to mention the level, just this mentality alone was something he couldn't compare to. He was so calm that he didn't seem like a young man, but like an old man in his seventies or eighties. He had seen the vicissitudes of life and nothing could tug at his heartstrings.

After saying a few words, everyone was absent-minded, and the operation room was silent. He picked up and sent patients, and he performed surgery after surgery. It was just past Teno' clock, and all the surgeries for the day were completed.

Zheng Ren took off his lead coat and walked back to the operation room. He immediately felt the oppressive atmosphere in the operation room.

Zheng Ren knew that the Nobel Prize was the focus of everyone's attention for the past few days.

In fact, Zheng Ren was also looking forward to the Nobel Prize. The massive number of skill points could support him to upgrade his skill tree to pinnacle level, as well as a pinnacle level skill book.

Out of the four pinnacle skills, Little Rock's healing seemed to be worth a try. Even so, Zheng Ren still felt that he was suffering too much, so he might as well let go. However, it was a good thing to have some hope. It was better to have a choice than not.

However, the fifth stage of the [main mission] to be famous in the world, Nobel Prize! [Nobel Prize!] The progress bar for this mission had always been at around 99%, and the last bit refused to move.

Zheng Ren did not know what the problem was, and he felt a little regretful. The big pig trotter didn't even give him any hints, and now he was in a mess.

He had nothing to say to Su Yun and Gao Shaojie, and he couldn't possibly voice out his doubts to them.

During this period of time, everyone's mood was not good, so Hong Ye's plan was delayed again and again.

[They're saying hurry up and write ...]

The phone rang and Zheng Ren reached out. However, before he could reach for the phone, Su Yun caught it in her hand like a shadow.

"Tsk, why did Lin Ge call you for no reason?" Su Yun said disappointedly as she looked at the name on it.

Zheng Ren smiled and picked up the phone.

"Director Lin."

"Right, no news yet."

"Wait a moment, there's no hurry."

Zheng Ren hung up the phone and stuffed it into his pocket.

After he got off the stage and changed his clothes, Zheng Ren returned to his office and sat in his seat, reading the fifth edition of the book on external science.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't nervous. That was a pinnacle skill book and a huge amount of experience and skill points! It involved the success of many surgeries.

However, Zheng Ren looked at the fifth stage of the main mission 'rising to fame', the Nobel Prize! The Nobel Prize! 99% of the progress bar was filled with confusion.

He thought about the various possibilities, but Zheng Ren wasn't very clear about the judging process of the Nobel Prize, so he couldn't figure out what had happened.

There was a mission issued by a big pork trotter, which proved that this thing was feasible. With old Luocheng's guarantee, although that guy was very slick and said that he would ensure the fairness of the review, this statement also gave him a chance.

At the very least, Zheng Ren did not want to use the eyes of truth to look at the strange self-described disease diagnosis on old Roche's system panel at all. He would empty his energy points with just one look and turn himself into a mummy.

If old Roche failed to fulfill his promise, Zheng Ren would not believe that he would dare to come to the imperial capital to kill him.

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

"Boss, can I ask Maris to take a look at it with the crystal ball?" Su Yun had already suggested this for the umpteenth time.

"What's there to see?" Zheng Ren frowned and said,"if I receive the call, I'll get the award. If I don 't, I won' t. It's such a simple matter. Besides, doesn't the Nobel Prize have an official website? once there's news, it'll be announced on the website. "

After saying that, Zheng Ren glanced at the system panel. The mission progress was still at 99%, and he had not received it. What call? he didn't even need to wait.

"Tsk!" Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren in disdain.

[They said ...]

Zheng Ren took out his phone helplessly. His phone had been ringing non-stop for the past two days. Other than Department Director pan, many people called him almost once a day.

"The old director is still the most reliable." Zheng Ren looked at the caller ID on the phone and sighed in his heart.

"Old mu, this fellow, why did he call for no reason? Tell me, what does winning the Nobel Prize have to do with him?" Su Yun saw the name on the phone and grumbled. She sat back in her chair in disappointment.

The black hair in front of his forehead fluttered listlessly. From a certain perspective, the longer the time was delayed, the lower the possibility of winning the Nobel Prize.

Su Yun could not understand. He had made countless assumptions in his heart. No matter what he thought, he still couldn't explain why he hadn't received any news so far.