On the 10th, in the Imperial Capital.
Zheng Ren worked as usual, as if it was just an ordinary day. However, as the time for the Nobel Prize call was getting closer and closer, the emotions of the other members of the medical team became more and more unstable.
Zhao Yunlong was still considered to be alright. He was not considered a member of the medical team, and his name was not on the project list.
Gao Shaojie brought Lin Yuan to perform the surgery and made a few mistakes in succession. It was obvious that he was not in his best condition today. Zheng Ren chased them all away and went on stage in his lead apron to perform the few surgeries today.
Gao Shaojie was also a little terrified. He sat in the operating room awkwardly and watched Boss Zheng's extremely skilled surgery. It was as smooth as flowing water. However, at this moment, he was anxious and nervous. He could not 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 past few days." Gao Shaojie smiled embarrassedly. "Is there still no news from that side?"
"Don't be anxious," Su Yun said lazily as he put his hands behind his head and slumped on the sofa.
Gao Shaojie knew that Su Yun was also very nervous. Usually, he rarely appeared in the operating theater. These few days, he was almost inseparable from Boss Zheng. Especially when the phone rang, he jumped up like a rabbit that heard a gunshot.
He even … did not let Boss Zheng bring his phone into the operating theater. He had to put it in the operating room outside to prevent the bad signal from affecting the phone call.
Although everyone knew that the morning in the Imperial Capital was Stockholm's night time, it was absolutely impossible for a phone call to come in. However, Su Yun still insisted. This made Gao Shaojie feel even more emotional.
In fact, Su Yun rarely played with his phone these few days. He looked like a lazy lion that was dozing off, but in fact, his eyes had been staring at Boss Zheng's phone on the operating table.
'Sigh, it seems that not only me, but even Doctor Su is a little anxious,' Gao Shaojie thought to himself.
Only Boss Zheng in the operating theater seemed to have never changed. He had always been as calm as a mountain, and the surgery was performed extremely beautifully. Gao Shaojie even vaguely felt that Boss Zheng was still improving.
If he continued to improve like this, would his level reach the clouds and he would not even be able to see it?
Not to mention his level, just his mentality alone was something he could not compare to. He was so calm that he did not look like a young man. Instead, he looked like an old man in his seventies or eighties. He had seen the vicissitudes of life, and there was nothing that could tug at his heartstrings.
After a few awkward words, everyone was absent-minded, and the console room was silent. They transported patients and performed surgeries one after another. It was just past ten o 'clock, and all the surgeries for the day were completed.
Zheng Ren took off his lead apron and walked back to the operating room. He immediately felt the oppressive atmosphere in the operating room.
Zheng Ren knew about the Nobel Prize. In the past few days, everyone's attention had been on it.
In fact, Zheng Ren was also looking forward to the Nobel Prize. The huge amount of skill points would be able to support him to upgrade a skill tree to the peak level, plus a peak-level skill book.
With four peak-level skills, Little Shitou's healing seemed to be worth a try. Even so, Zheng Ren still felt that he was suffering too much. It was better to let go. However, maintaining a certain amount of hope was still a good thing. Having a choice was better than having no choice at all.
It was just that the fifth stage of the main mission — Fame in the World, Nobel Prize! Nobel Prize! The quest's progress bar had always been at around 99%, but the last bit refused to move.
Zheng Ren did not know what the problem was, and he felt a little regretful about it. The System did not give him a hint or anything, and he was now in a mess.
He had nothing to say to Su Yun and Gao Shaojie. He could not tell them the doubts in his heart, could he?
During this period of time, everyone's mood was not high, so the plan of Red Leaf was delayed again and again.
[They said to write quickly …]
The phone rang. Zheng Ren reached out his hand, but before he could get the phone, Su Yun held the phone in his hand like a shadow.
"Tsk, why would Lin Ge call you for no reason?" Su Yun looked at the name marked on it and said in disappointment.
Zheng Ren smiled and picked up the phone.
"Chief Lin."
"Yes, there's no news yet."
"Wait a moment. There's no hurry."
After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone and put it into his trouser pocket.
After getting off the stage to change his clothes and returning to the office, Zheng Ren was still sitting in his seat, reading a fifth-edition surgery book.
It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous. It was a peak-level skill book, as well as a huge amount of experience and skill points! It involved many surgeries that could not be successful.
However, Zheng Ren looked at the main mission — the fifth stage of becoming famous, the Nobel Prize! The Nobel Prize! The 99% progress bar was puzzled.
He carefully thought about all kinds of possibilities, but Zheng Ren was not very clear about the Nobel Prize review process. He could not understand what had happened at all.
With the mission issued by the System, it proved that this matter was feasible. With Old Roche's guarantee, although that guy was extremely slippery about guaranteeing the fairness of the review, this statement also gave him a chance.
At the very least, Zheng Ren did not want to use the Eye of Truth to look at the strange self-described disease diagnosis on Old Roche's System panel. If he looked at it, his energy would become empty, and his entire body would become a mummy.
If Old Roche could not fulfill his promise, at most, they would break up. Zheng Ren really did 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 long ago, even if he was the patriarch of the ancient and mysterious Bruch family.
"Boss, should I ask Maris to take a look with the crystal ball?" Su Yun had already made this suggestion for the nth time.
"What's there to see?" Zheng Ren frowned. "If you receive the call, you'll win the prize. If you don't receive it, you won't. It's such a simple thing. Besides, doesn't the Nobel Prize have an official website? If there's news, it will be announced on the website. "
After saying that, Zheng Ren glanced at the System panel. The mission progress was still 99%. He did not get it. There was no need to wait for a call.
"Tsk!" Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren disdainfully.
[They said …]
Zheng Ren helplessly took out his phone. His phone had been exploding with calls for the past two days. Other than Old Chief Physician Pan, many people called almost every day.
The old chief was still the most stable. Zheng Ren looked at the name marked on the phone — Mu Tao. He sighed heavily in his heart.
"Old Mu is really something. Why would he call if he has nothing to do with me? Tell me, what does winning the Nobel Prize or not have to do with him? "Su Yun nagged after seeing the name marked on the phone. He sat back on his chair in disappointment.
The black hair on his forehead fluttered listlessly. The later it was, the lower the possibility of winning the Nobel Prize from a certain point of view.
Su Yun could not understand. He had made countless assumptions in his heart. No matter how he hypothesized, he still could not explain why he had not received any news so far.
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