The Surgeon's Studio

Wei Feng felt that his eyes were a little blurry. The light outside the operating room seemed to be a little dim, and he could not read the words on the phone clearly.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at the website again. It was indeed the official website of the Nobel Prize.

Did I enter the wrong website? Wei Feng was confused. Perhaps his phone had been hacked and he could control it remotely just to trick him.

Wei Feng looked at Tang Xiu cautiously. He saw that she did not have the time to talk to him and was busy making calls.

Tang Xiu's tone was filled with excitement, and her voice was a little anxious and trembling. It didn't seem like she was pretending. If she could "act" so realistically, she could be considered a veteran actor with real skills.

It was actually true? Wei Feng looked at the website on his phone again and searched carefully.

The other public information was no different from what he knew. Only the winners of the Nobel Prize in Medicine and Biology had Zheng Ren's name on them, followed by Rudolf Wagner, and then Su Yun.

The three researchers were led by Zheng Ren.

Fake, it must be fake! Wei Feng tried his best to take in as much oxygen as he could to calm himself down.

Wei Feng had been doing research on this matter for a few months. He had gone through all the evidence in his mind, but he still felt that the young doctor from Haicheng would not win the Nobel Prize.

What kind of trick was Tang Xiu playing? Wei Feng was confused.

However, even though he was thinking this, his heart couldn't help but beat faster. He had already thought of something subconsciously.

Wei Feng looked at Tang Xiu, who was holding her phone with one hand and waving her other hand vigorously. He knew that this was Tang Xiu's habit, so he used hand gestures to strengthen her tone.

That was what Tang Xiu had done in Haicheng's Metropolitan daily.

It was really annoying. Wei Feng felt his chest tighten and his heart palpitate. However, he did not panic. It couldn't be a heart attack. He was still young, and he was just a little emotional.

Excited? Why should I be excited? Wei Feng thought of this and looked at Tang Xiu in a daze. His fingers were a little numb, and his middle finger twitched involuntarily.

He shook his hand helplessly. Tang Xiu didn't seem to be lying. The official website of the Nobel Prize had also announced the winner's list on his phone. The possibility of his phone being hacked just for a prank was too small.

Let's wait and see, let the bullet fly a little longer! Wei Feng thought to himself.

If it was fake, he didn't believe that Tang Xiu, this little girl, would be able to put on a full show. The reporters would definitely have to gather at the entrance of the operating theater for their interviews.

No one had come yet ...

As he was thinking, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor.

A group of security guards lined up and ran over in small steps. They were neat and solemn. There were not many of them, but they looked quite strong.

What was going on? Wei Feng was stunned.

The person in the lead was wearing a security Guard's uniform, and his every movement had the demeanor of a soldier. He lowered his head and said a few words into the walkie-talkie on his shoulder.

The team of security guards then began to set up their defense. They were orderly, unlike the security guards hired by other hospitals.

What are you doing? Wei Feng was stunned for a moment. Then, he thought of a possibility and his heart started to beat violently again.

Taking a deep breath, the slightly cold air suppressed the frustration in his heart. Wei Feng did not move, but watched quietly.

It was impossible for Tang Xiu of Haicheng Metropolitan daily to mobilize such a large force and create such a big commotion just to deceive him.

Wei Feng had a rough idea of his own capabilities.

It might be possible to find a hacker to hack his phone, but to mobilize the security personnel of 912 to put on a show? That would be nonsense.

After waiting for a few minutes, the security guards scattered outside the operating room kept reporting the situation to their leader.

The patient's family members, who were waiting for the surgery to end, were also stunned. Even Tang Xiu was 'politely' persuaded to sit down on the hard plastic chair.

The door of the operating room was closed, and the light through the glass proved that the surgery was still going on. Everything was quiet, as if nothing had changed. It was just that there was a bit more tension and a bit more murderous.

Wei Feng suppressed the anxiety in his heart and took in deep breaths, breathing in more fresh air. But the more it was like this, the faster his heart beat, and he vaguely realized that something was about to happen.

His head was a little groggy and the numbness in his fingers seemed to be spreading. Wei Feng felt as if he was petrified. His fingers and toes were no longer reacting.

However, he didn't care. He was too nervous. It was all that doctor Zheng's fault!

Wei Feng's eyes were fixed on the elevator. The number changed. As long as they were not in the operating room, they would be fine. If he won the Nobel Prize, no matter how tight the security of 912 was, the reporters would come over and point their cameras at Zheng Ren.

Wei Feng even believed that some doctors had obtained the official permission of 912 to change into the operating theater for an exclusive interview.

The numbers on the elevator all reached the first floor, and then they continued to go up.

As the numbers changed, Wei Feng's heart started to beat faster and faster. His breathing also became faster and deeper. He had been using deep breaths to suppress the restlessness in his heart, but the effect was very poor.

An elevator stopped on the floor of the operating theater. The elevator door opened, and director Yan and Deputy Director Yuan came down.

"Has little Zheng's surgery been completed?" Director Yan asked with a smile.

"Division Chief Lin is inside. He said he just finished the live broadcast and boss Zheng stepped down."

"Don't be in a hurry to change your clothes. Come out and meet your media friends. " Director Yan said,"we've been waiting for more than ten hours. It's not right to not see each other."

Ye Qingqiu immediately made a call.

One after another, the elevators stopped on the floor of the operating room. This time, the people who came down were all from the media. He was carrying a camera and a microphone. As they were in the hospital, no one was making a racket. However, the glint in their eyes made Wei Feng realize the truth.

It was actually true?

"Director, boss Zheng will be out soon." Ye Qingqiu said softly.

His words were like the horn of a charge, and the many media outlets that were still in 9 - 12 immediately seized the favorable seats and picked up the microphones. There was some friction between them. However, under the coordination of the 912 security personnel, there was no Stampede.

Ye Qingqiu was quite reliable in doing things. It seemed that he had already made several plans.

Wei Feng took a deep breath and stood up to confirm. His mind was in a state of confusion, and countless questions swirled around.

The door of the operating room opened and Lin Ge walked out first. He held the door and his face was filled with a happy smile.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun walked out after them, with Department Director Kong at the back. The flashes were like lightning, and the entrance of the operating theater was illuminated.

"Doctor Zheng ..." He said.

"Doctor Zheng ..." He said.

In an instant, countless microphones were extended over, and countless people fought to be the first to ask questions.

Wei Feng's vision blurred and his limbs went numb. With a plop, he fell onto the camera beside him.