The Surgeon's Studio

Vice President Yuan wanted to chide him for being so immature in front of the media.

However, when he heard those three words, he was stunned.

Could it be ...

"What's out?" Vice President Yuan asked softly.

"Boss Zheng, you won the award! It was announced on the official website! The official news that was just announced!" The staff member quickly ran to Vice President Yuan's side and handed the phone over.

After a brief silence, the meeting room exploded.

He won an award?

He won an award!

Vice President Yuan's hand that was holding the phone was a little stiff. He looked at the phone in doubt and wanted to confirm it.

If something went wrong with this, it would be F * cked up.

"Here, here," The staff member pointed at the screen excitedly, his voice trembling.

He knew that most of the people in Associate Hospital director Yuan's group learned Russian, and only a few of them really learned English. Hence, he immediately explained,"I've been refreshing the official website as soon as possible!" Official news!"

When Deputy hospital director Yuan saw Zheng Ren's name, he asked in a deep voice,"are you sure it's the official website for the Nobel Prize?"

"I'm sure, I'm sure," The staff kept talking.

However, Vice Principal Yuan didn't look at him. Instead, he was talking to ye Qingqiu. Ye Qingqiu immediately checked and nodded at the fastest speed.

At this time, the reporters in the conference room had already taken out their mobile phones and opened the official website of the Nobel Prize to find the list of winners.

Exclamations of shock rang out continuously, like the rising and falling of a tide. The exclamations were mixed with a few scattered claps. They were all holding their phones, so no one was in the mood to clap.

Oh my God, I didn't pick up the call, how did I get the award! This was what everyone present was thinking.

Some of them reacted quickly and immediately called their superiors or assistants to issue an announcement!

In the age of the internet, one couldn't be half a step ahead of others for such a major event, but one couldn't be too late either.

Some people thought to themselves as they made the call,'it's still better in the past.' For example, after the Battle of Waterloo, someone had occupied The Telegraph machine, causing the information to be monopolized. If he could enjoy such big news alone, his future would be bright.

However, in the age of the internet, this kind of thing would never happen.

Vice President Yuan's hand that was holding onto the phone was trembling. He wanted to appear calm, but his body was honestly reflecting the waves in his heart.

"Not bad, boss Zheng." He said softly.

"Is boss Zheng still in surgery?" Ye Qingqiu suddenly asked in a deep voice.

"I think so ..." One of the men beside him answered hesitantly.

"Confirm boss Zheng's position immediately and ask the security Department to send more people!" Ye Qingqiu said very calmly.

Then, he looked at Deputy Dean Yuan and said,""Hospital director, let's go to the operating theater with our friends from the media."

Vice President Yuan nodded. With his hands behind his back, he turned around to leave the meeting room. However, his legs didn't seem to listen to him. They didn't move with the rotation of his upper body, and they were nailed to the ground like nails.

Deputy Dean Yuan's attention was caught off guard, and he staggered.

"Director, be careful." Ye Qingqiu quickly supported Deputy Yuan and then glared at the Secretary who was reporting the good news."Be smart."

The Secretary didn't expect Deputy Director Yuan to look so calm and steady. However, he couldn't even move his legs properly. When he walked, it looked like he had a brain block. He subconsciously held the director's arm and nodded.

As he watched Deputy Director Yuan leave the meeting room, ye Qingqiu deliberately slowed down and took out her phone to call director Yan.

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Director Yan had just finished packing his things. He picked up his briefcase that he had been carrying with him for more than ten years and was about to leave the office.

Just as he reached the door, there was a hurried knock on the door. The sudden voice startled director Yan.

Director Yan's heart was pounding. He was very unhappy. He took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and said in a deep voice,"come in."

At the same time, director Yan's phone rang.

"Hello?" Director Yan answered the call.

"What? Are you sure?"

"Alright!"

The director of the hospital director's office pushed the door open. When director Yan was done with the call, he said excitedly,""Director, the Nobel Prize winner's official website has announced the results. Boss Zheng ..."

"He won an award." Director Yan nodded."Even Lin Ge was faster than you. You have to be more detailed in your work in the future."

As he spoke, he opened the cabinet and put his briefcase in. He then hung his coat in the cabinet and changed into a brand new white suit.

"Where's Zheng Ren?"

"He should be in the operating theater."

"Should be?" Director Yan strode out, his voice a little cold. As he walked, he took out his phone.

"Lin Ge? Where's Zheng Ren?"

"Alright, I'll be there immediately."

The surgery was almost done. Lin Ge followed Zheng Ren all the way and reported the situation on the spot.

Director Yan's phone rang again. This time, it was ye Qingqiu.

Director Yan walked faster and faster, his white clothes fluttering in the night wind.

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A few minutes ago, Tang Xiu was silently sitting outside the operating room. She was a little disappointed, but she didn't leave.

Boss Zheng must be very disappointed as well. At this time, he needed care and comfort. Even if she came out after the surgery and told him that she had worked hard, he would probably feel better.

Moreover, Wei Feng, who was sitting opposite her, was so annoying. Tang Xiu felt that she had to protect boss Zheng at this time.

"I just saw the company's group chat. Although I don't know who the biology Prize winner is, I'm sure it's not that hypocrite." Wei Feng saw that Tang Xiu was looking at him with hostility and sneered,"as a reporter, are you still using your pre-set position to defend that hypocrite?"

He used 'hypocrite' to describe Zheng Ren twice in a row, feeling particularly relieved.

When Zheng Ren came out later, Wei Feng had already thought of all the sharp and unavoidable questions he would ask him.

He would expose this hypocrite's mask and reveal his ugly face to the public! Although the Financial Times would not report this, Wei Feng believed that there would be other news agencies that would be willing to take in such a "positive" article.

It was very important to start a debate and attract attention.

"You're still using your phone? You won't get any news even if you flood your phone with messages. " Wei Feng saw that Tang Xiu was constantly refreshing a page and said sarcastically.

"You don't even know the proper procedures. How did you become the chief editor? It's a really bad memory to work under someone like you. "

Suddenly, Wei Feng saw Tang Xiu's body freeze. He felt that his words had an effect. It would be best if Tang Xiu couldn't bear it and said something extreme.

He touched the recording pen in his pocket and thought to himself that that would be too ideal. To be able to wipe out all of their old enemies in one go, and for them to be in cahoots and collude, this headline seemed even more shocking.

However, Tang Xiu didn't pay attention to him. Instead, she picked up her phone and made a call.

What was she doing?

"Sister sun, boss Zheng won the Nobel Prize!" Tang Xiu's surprised voice was like a knife cutting into Wei Feng's ears."Take a look at the official website!" She said.

Wei Feng was confused. Was he lying to him? How could that young doctor with the surname Zheng win the Nobel Prize?

He suspiciously took out his phone and found the Nobel Prize's official website.

The moment he saw Zheng Ren's name under the Biology and Medicine award, Wei Feng felt as if his eyes were dazzled by light.