The Surgeon's Studio

Zheng Ren didn't expect so many lights to flash at the same time outside. He raised his arm to block his eyes.

Behind him, Su Yun had an elegant and warm smile on her face. Although the black hair on her forehead was hidden under the sterile hat, it was still moving.

More than a dozen microphones were extended over. Before Zheng Ren could react, the reporters began to ask all kinds of questions.

However, before anyone could finish their questions, Zheng Ren heard a flustered voice.

Then, with a plop, he used his hand to block the light from the flash. He narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

One of them smashed the camera beside him, causing both the camera and the person to fall to the ground.

The security guards immediately separated the crowd to prevent a more serious Stampede.

Zheng Ren took a glance and saw a red system panel. He immediately separated the microphone in front of him and strode over.

The body of the person lying on the camera kept twitching. His hands were stiff and tight, like chicken claws.

"A Gurney!"

"Oxygen!"

"Electrocardiogram monitoring!"

Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.

The medical staff of 912 were used to the sudden change because it was part of their daily work. He just didn't expect boss Zheng to "accidentally" win the Nobel Prize and encounter such an emergency situation when he walked out of the operating room.

The surrounding reporters and cameras were all excited!

This colleague of his was really good at coming up with things. The Nobel Prize winner, boss Zheng, walked out of the operating room. This was equivalent to a positional interview, and it was a very touching thing in itself.

However, if they could record boss Zheng's actions while he was performing CPR, it would be equivalent to recording the scene of a soldier charging through a hail of bullets. The effect would definitely be different when played!

All the cameras turned their lenses, and the flashes released lightning without a sound, causing the outside of the operating theater to be covered in white.

After a brief moment of shock, Department Director Kong and the nurses in the operating theater immediately prepared what Zheng Ren had just said.

The oxygen bag was quickly taken out and the person was laid flat on the marble floor.

Su Yun whispered in Zheng Ren's ear,""Boss, he's Wei Feng from Haicheng Metropolitan daily,"

"Eh? Is he the reporter who was hired by the yellow-teeth guy for the postpartum hemorrhage?" Zheng Ren asked in confusion.

Su Yun lightly nodded.

The words "respiratory alkalosis" were written on Wei Feng's system panel. Zheng Ren was a little confused. However, he still followed the normal resuscitation procedure. He first checked Wei Feng's mouth to see if there were any foreign objects or secretions, then he took in oxygen through the nasal tube.

The ECG monitor showed that he had sinus rhythm, but the other values were fine.

" 20 ml of 10% Calcium glucose will be injected into the vein. Send him to the emergency department for observation." Zheng Ren said.

Then, he stood up and rubbed his hands on the protective suit as if they were stained with something dirty.

"Doctor Zheng, aren't you supposed to perform CPR?" One of the reporters asked in disappointment.

Dr. Zheng, who had just won a Nobel Prize, didn't do anything. He just sent the reporter to the emergency room. It was so simple that there was no tension in the emergency treatment. To the reporters, this was a bit of a killjoy.

"The heart hasn't stopped beating. What's the point of performing CPR?" Zheng Ren said,"respiratory alkalosis is accompanied by spasms. She'll be fine after taking in oxygen, a calcium needle, and some observation."

Su Yun smiled and the sneer on his face became even more obvious. He waved his hand and signaled for the camera to follow him. Then, he squatted down beside Wei Feng and said,"

"It's simple. It's respiratory alkalosis. To put it simply, you've heard of things like how a couple would usually get into a fight and draw the woman's breath before sending her to the hospital. "

The reporters 'eyes lit up. This person was simply too good-looking and would definitely attract more attention on camera. The key was that he was willing to communicate with the media. Someone immediately replied,""I've heard of it. "

"The symptoms of a woman's neurological disorders may be factors that induce mental tension, but there are no reasons for organ lesions. When they act up, there will be accelerated breathing movements, a decrease in arterial blood carbon dioxide pressure, respiratory alkaline poisoning, and the activation of the sympathetic nervous system. There are various clinical symptoms."

"Generally speaking, men are extremely rare. This reporter comrade ... Oh, I can't call him comrade. He's an intern reporter from the Financial Times. " Su Yun smiled and picked up the badge on Wei Feng's chest."It must be his first interview mission. When he saw the boss, he was so excited that he kept taking deep breaths. In the end, it led to alkaline poisoning and he took the drugs."

“……”

The reporters didn't feel that it was clear. They only felt that it was very professional and that it seemed to be true.

"To put it simply, he has no work experience and is too nervous." Su Yun's smile became even wider, and she concealed her sneer very well.

Then, he took off his sterile cap, and his black hair fluttered in the wind. He looked extremely proud.

The Gurney was pushed over quickly. Tang Haitao, who was in the emergency department, also received the news. He jogged over with the nurse, carrying the emergency first aid box.

"The patient is diagnosed with respiratory alkalosis. We've already given him calcium glucose and an oxygen mask. You can push him back for further observation." Su Yun stood up and said.

He then stood behind Zheng Ren.

"Why did you say he's the Financial Times?"

"You didn't see how arrogant he and editor-in-chief William were before. They were not pleasing to the eye." Su Yun said,"kick them when you have the chance. Anyway, Maris is here. They won't dare to talk back."

Zheng Ren shook his head lightly as he watched Wei Feng being carried to the car and sent off.

"Dr. Zheng, Dr. Su, you've won this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine. Let's have a brief conversation." A reporter asked with a microphone.

Zheng Ren scratched his head, feeling a little troubled.

Looking at Lin Li's microphone and the reporters 'gazes, Zheng Ren thought for a few seconds before saying,""I know that I've performed surgery well, and I also fully acknowledge the Nobel Prize committee's recognition of me."

There was silence outside the operating room.

Was this an acceptance speech? Is this a provocation? is Dr. Zheng ridiculing the Nobel Prize judges for not being transparent and fair enough?

After a short silence, like a pot of water being boiled, an uproar broke out.

This was probably the most controversial acceptance speech in history. This was big news! It was definitely big news!

It turned out that this Dr. Zheng was actually so capable. He looked simple and honest, but in fact, he was full of bad temper.

The reporters immediately used all kinds of equipment to record Zheng Ren's words, and the reporters continued to ask questions.

Zheng Ren had already taken half a step back and pushed Su Yun to the front.

In comparison, Zheng Ren felt that Su Yun was more suitable to interact with the media than he was.

That guy always liked crowded occasions. The more people there were, the more excited he would be and the better he would perform.

"Boss Zheng, you're awesome!" Lin Ge secretly extended his thumb and whispered in Zheng Ren's ear.

"Hehe." Zheng Ren smiled."I'm just telling the truth."