The Surgeon's Studio

In the conference room, director li was chatting with the reporters.

He was humorous and was familiar with all the media outlets. He especially had a good memory. Even if it was the first time they met, he could clearly remember the name, and with just a few words, he understood the other person's temper, nature, likes, dislikes, and likes.

The conversation was just to his liking, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious. Although he had been waiting for a long time, the media's emotions were still stable. It could be said that he was very capable.

Director li dodged a lot of tricky and weird questions and only said positive things. Actually, director li was quite disdainful of people who always focused on negative situations.

What? You can win the Nobel Prize just by being nominated in your first year. Do you think the Nobel Prize is run by your family and you can win it as you please?

What? Was it because the school didn't support him enough that he didn't win the Nobel Prize? Was that something that a tertiary Grade A hospital in the country could support? Not even the best tertiary Grade A hospitals.

What? Boss Zheng's level was not good enough? If he's not good enough, then you are!

Director li didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the many questions, but he still explained patiently in a gentle and friendly tone.

"Director li, there's no news of Zheng Ren winning the Nobel Prize in Medicine and Biology yet. Can you say something?" "Who are you?" a reporter asked impatiently.

Director li looked at him with a gentle and reserved smile on his face. Although he thought that a reporter from a small newspaper would not speak in such an arrogant tone, he still felt that it was a little strange.

However, he did not show his displeasure and explained patiently.

"It's normal that he didn't win the Nobel Prize. After all, there are so many scientists at the same level as him. Boss Zheng is not young."

Then, he saw that the reporter was about to say something again, so he paused and continued,""As one of the greatest scientists in modern times, Stephen Hawking has never won a Nobel Prize in his life, which is a very regretful thing."

"Dr. Hawking's theory can't be proved, so he can't win the Nobel Prize in Physics." The young reporter said.

Director li saw that the topic had been led in the direction he needed, so he smiled and said,""The project Einstein won the Nobel Prize for was not the theory of relativity, but the photoelectric effect, which was the smallest thing to him. This has a profound meaning.

From the experiences of these scientists, it can be seen that the Nobel Prize judges have their own set of logic. "

The young reporter was confused by director Li's words, and he couldn't refute them.

"Even though Dr. Hawking didn't win the Nobel Prize, it doesn't affect his status in physics. In this regard, the Urey Physics Prize set by Mr. Urey Milner held opposite arguments from the Nobel Prize in Physics. The Yuri Physics Prize is mainly awarded for various conjectures, and from a secular point of view, the prize money is 2.5 times the Nobel Prize, so Mr. Hawking has no regrets. "

The door of the conference room was left open. The whole afternoon, reporters came in and out, and the place was a little chaotic.

Director li was trying his best to deal with the media. Just as he was about to finish his sentence, he suddenly saw a few familiar figures walking in from the door.

He stopped and did not express his opinion clearly. He turned his head and looked.

It was Deputy Dean Yuan, ye Qingqiu, and director ye.

Director li heaved a sigh of relief. His Savior had arrived, and he finally didn't have to stand here perfunctorily. He had used up too much energy in the past few hours, and he was even showing signs of hypoglycemia.

He was careful, afraid that he would say something wrong and be caught red-handed. This kind of thing was rare, but definitely not rare.

Director li didn't want to make a mistake in this matter.

"President Yuan, you're here." Director li immediately greeted him and then greeted ye Qingqiu.

He looked at Deputy Director Yuan for his opinion, then clapped and said,""Next, let's have President Yuan say a few words for everyone."

Vice President Yuan didn't go to the stage to sit down. Instead, he went to his seat and smiled."Thank you, friends of the media, for your concern about Dr. Zheng's Nobel Prize project."

"Director, what do you think about Dr. Zheng not winning the Nobel Prize?" A slightly sinister voice came from the back row.

Deputy Director Yuan laughed,"did Dr. Zheng fail to be selected? I don't know about this yet. The website hasn't published the list of winners yet, so we'll know the specific conclusion later. "

There were needles hidden in his words, and there was no compromise without principles. In the end, the official news wasn't announced, so strictly speaking, it couldn't be said that boss Zheng didn't get chosen. Deputy Director Yuan took advantage of a flaw in the other party's statement and retaliated mercilessly.

"But ..." His voice was slightly louder, and the topic suddenly changed.

" 912" s pursuit and efforts for the advancement of medical technology will never change. Their investment in technology and support for medical workers will never change. Regardless of whether Dr. Zheng can win the Nobel Prize or not, our hospital will always support him. If one year doesn't work, you can do it in two years. If two years doesn't work, you can do it in ten years. Dr. Zheng isn't even thirty years old yet, so you have a bright future. "

Deputy hospital director Yuan specially emphasized Zheng Ren's age, which not only showed that he was young and immature, but also showed that he had a bright future.

"Isn't it a little too much that Dr. Zheng doesn't even show up at this time?" The reporter mumbled softly.

Deputy Dean Yuan frowned, but it was just a slight movement that was quickly covered up.

Associate Hospital director Yuan had encountered the media many times. If it weren't for her fixed prejudice, she would never have been questioned by the media.

He looked at the reporter sitting next to the back door and asked with a smile,""You seem to be very regretful that Dr. Zheng didn't win the Nobel Prize. I think so too."

"However, Dr. Zheng is performing an emergency surgery and can't communicate with the media in time. I hope everyone can understand."

The unknown reporter did not continue speaking. He moved his body slightly and yawned impatiently.

Deputy hospital director Yuan shook his head in an unpresentable manner. The reporters in China had never waited for the Nobel Prize phone call before. If the Japanese reporters were already familiar with the process, they would not have so many complaints.

A loud thud interrupted Deputy Dean Yuan's train of thought and he looked over unhappily.

A person ran in, but because he was too fast, he didn't stop in time. His shoulder hit the door, and he almost fell.

Vice President Yuan saw that it was a staff member from the publicity department. He didn't seem to notice that he had almost fallen. Instead, he held his phone in a strange position and shouted,"he's out! It's out!"