Tang Xiu looked at Wei Feng expressionlessly, suppressing the anger in her heart. She knew that this former subordinate in front of her had come with the mentality of watching a joke. He might even have some kind of malicious intent.
However, wasn't he afraid of being slapped in the face by saying it so openly? Looking at the extremely arrogant editor-in-chief William behind him, especially with the name of the Financial Times, Tang Xiu had a bad premonition.
As an internationally renowned newspaper group, they were well-informed, especially when it came to a major event like the Nobel Prize. Their channels to obtain news were much stronger than many domestic media outlets.
"Get out of the way." Sun Zeli did not know Wei Feng, and she did not care about the Financial Times. No matter how big a newspaper group was, could they make waves in the Imperial Capital?
Nonsense.
The sarcastic smile on Wei Feng's lips was especially annoying. She felt disgusted and scolded him without hiding it.
"Oh, oh." Wei Feng did not care. He smiled and said, "We got some news. It's said that the German professor in Dr. Zheng's project team was so depressed in Stockholm that he went to a bar to get drunk late at night."
"…"
Sun Zeli and Tang Xiu were stunned.
Professor Rudolf Wagner got drunk late at night? This proved one thing more conclusively than any news that was flying around — Boss Zheng's project had failed.
If Wei Feng was speaking to himself, the credibility was not high. However, the arrogant editor-in-chief William standing behind him was also from the Financial Times. The credibility of this matter was worth thinking about.
"It's that professor called Rudolf, right? He got drunk late at night … Heh! Actually, I think he's thinking too much. " Wei Feng's words were full of confidence. "This is just a trick by Dr. Zheng. Do you know that the list of Nobel Prize candidates is confidential?"
Seeing that Sun Zeli and Tang Xiu did not speak, Wei Feng became even more proud. However, he restrained his emotions and pretended to be calm.
At times like this, he had to be even more calm. Only then could he stand out. After all, he was a reporter from the Financial Times. He could not be compared to an editor from a small fourth-tier city like Tang Xiu.
His heart was filled with a sense of superiority. He smiled elegantly. "Editor-in-chief Tang, you've all been deceived.
"Dr. Zheng's goal has also been achieved. This is undeniable. He smoothly went from Hai City to the imperial capital, and he's doing very well here. "
"Now that I think about it, even I can't help but exclaim in admiration. His methods were skillful and experienced, and he obtained all the benefits that he deserved. As for the poor German professor … Yes, they gave him an insulting name, Lil Fugui. That Lil Fugui is a clown. His mind is not clear. "
Seeing that Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli, who was probably a reporter from a major TV station, had stopped talking, Wei Feng's heart was filled with pride.
He continued, "Lil Fugui probably still doesn't know that Doctor Zheng probably didn't want to win the Nobel Prize from the beginning. He just wanted to use his reputation to achieve the leap from Sea City to the Imperial Capital."
"No matter how well-prepared you are, it's not necessary. How pitiful. You are also victims of that hypocrite's deception."
Wei Feng had an expression of "You are all idiots" on his face as he proudly said, "The Financial Times has been tracking this project every year and has rich experience. As long as the potential candidates for each award receive a call, the internal department of the newspaper industry will be notified. "
As he spoke, he looked at the time and said, "I think it should be soon."
At this moment, the editor-in-chief, William, who was behind Wei Feng, impatiently said a series of words at an extremely fast speed. It was American English with a strong local accent. Sun Zeli and Tang Xiu could only roughly understand it.
He disliked Wei Feng for wasting time and wanted to hurry to the ward area.
The expression on Wei Feng's face changed. It was like changing faces in a Sichuan opera. There was no trace of it being pieced together. He bent down and bowed again and again, sincerely expressing his apology and obedience.
"Let's go up too," Tang Xiu left a message for Xie Yiren and then said to Sun Zeli.
She was worried that Boss Zheng would speak casually and give these people who were deliberately nitpicking something to use against him.
Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli entered the elevator and saw Wei Feng and his team following them.
Wei Feng used his hand to stop the elevator. He bent down and waited for William to enter before he was the last to enter the elevator. Tang Xiu frowned and asked, "Didn't you think that Boss Zheng wouldn't be able to win the Nobel Prize? Why are you still following him? "
"I want to see what he will say after he is doomed to fail." Wei Feng still did not say a single dirty word. He tried his best to maintain the grace and elegance of a victor.
As he spoke, William's phone behind him rang. At this moment, the elevator door closed.
William picked up his phone and glanced at it. He could not open the email no matter what. When he arrived and got out of the elevator, he clicked on the email.
Pretending to let William leave first, Wei Feng glanced at the email. When he saw the email, a look of anticipation and excitement appeared on his face.
In the interventional doctor's office, a few doctors were gathered together, looking at their phones.
Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli were delighted. This was because the Nobel Prize committee had just finished making a phone call and were gathered together … No, it would only be officially announced on the website a few hours after the winner was notified.
What were they doing?
"Knock, knock, knock ~" Sun Zeli knocked on the open office door and asked softly, "Boss Zheng, are you busy?"
"Yes, I'm busy," Su Yun said without raising his head. Su Yun said without raising his head, "The surgery can't be done. It's a second valve replacement. In my opinion, the root of the aortic valve is penetrated by an abscess. We have to cut a part of the aortic wall, the root of the anterior mitral valve, and the connected left atrial roof. It's also a second surgery. The adhesion part of the bleeding can't be stopped. "
"Let me think about it again." Zheng Ren looked a little distracted. His reaction was a little slow.
However, he had seen this kind of situation many times, so no one said anything.
"Let's do it under the protection of the interventional surgery. A part of the aortic wall has to be removed. I'll use a large shelf to hold it. If there's a problem, it'll be easy to deal with. We have time to do it with care or manually patch it up, "Gao Shaojie said in a deep voice.
"No, we have to do it under extracorporeal circulation. The aorta is blocked," Su Yun said. "We can put a filter to prevent the vegetation from falling off first."
Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli were confused.
Shouldn't they be talking about the Nobel Prize? Why was he talking about the heart? It sounded like a very serious emergency patient.
"Heh, you know you can't win the Nobel Prize, so you're pretending to discuss medical records here," Wei Feng said with a smile.
It was only at this moment that Wei Feng 'understood' what trick Zheng Ren and Doctor Zheng were playing.
Find an emergency medical record to discuss and use the emergency patient to block the news reporters who heard the news!
This plan was simply perfect.
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