A gentleman? A pure hypocrite, a real villain! It was not enough to eat the blood buns from the live broadcast of the surgery, and it was not enough to use the Nobel Prize as a ladder to advance. He actually combined the two into one and used them as a shield.
Despicable, despicable, and terrifying!
Tang Xiu was probably the media that he had found. There would definitely be related reports in the future. During the Nobel Prize review process, Doctor Zheng could not leave his busy work and devoted himself to treating patients and saving lives … He used a positive description to dilute the regret of not winning the Nobel Prize.
Wei Feng did not even need to think about such news articles. A finished draft naturally appeared in his heart.
These were all small tricks! Wei Feng thought to himself.
Lin Ge saw a group of foreigners enter the intervention department with equipment. He quickly went up to them and asked with a smile, "Everyone, everyone, the media that are interviewing …"
However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted.
William said coldly in American English with an accent, "Mr. Saburo Oshima, the winner of the Nobel Prize in Physics, has received a call."
"The winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature has also received a call. My God, what am I doing here! It's a waste of time! "The more he spoke, the more irritable he became. The more he spoke, the more angry and disdainful he became.
Zheng Ren raised his head. His movements were a little slow. He glanced at the media outside and felt a little helpless.
"This is a hospital. If you have even a little upbringing, you won't be yelling here," Su Yun said coldly. Su Yun said coldly. He also used American English, but his accent was not as thick as William's.
After being rebutted by Su Yun, William became even more angry.
Who was he? The uncrowned king! The mouthpiece that controlled public opinion actually dared to say that he had no upbringing!
William was so angry that he laughed. "Do you need me to teach you what real upbringing is?"
His tone had already calmed down, and his eyes were filled with endless fighting spirit.
Lin Ge felt helpless. The conflict that he was most worried about had still happened. He took advantage of the fact that the matter had just fermented and quickly stood between William and Su Yun.
With a head full of lawsuits, Lin Ge was frowning.
Before he could speak, Su Yun's voice came from behind him in fluent American English.
"Get lost," Su Yun said disdainfully. "I don't have time to deal with you. If you don't leave and still want to cause trouble here, there will be security guards and police who will continue to talk to you."
This sentence was a little threatening, but this level of threat had no effect on William at all. He said coldly, "I feel that I have been insulted and treated unfairly. Someone interfered with the normal interview and tried to destroy the freedom of the press."
Wei Feng immediately noted down William's words.
"Don't mind me, don't mind me. Let's talk nicely." All of Lin Ge's efforts were in vain. No one listened to what he said. He was like air, ignored by William and Su Yun.
"Boss, they're so noisy." Su Yun blew, and the black hair on his forehead gently fluttered. He didn't seem to be worried about anything, and the corner of his mouth even had an extremely thick mocking smile.
"The surgery can be done. Old Gao, lower the filter, and then we'll move away from the infected area. Just be careful. If you don't do it, I'm afraid the patient won't make it to tomorrow. " Zheng Ren acted as if he had not heard the argument between Su Yun and William. His eyes and attention were focused on the patient's condition, and he made the final decision.
Wei Feng looked at Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and the others smugly. He was very satisfied with the accusation of interfering with the freedom of the press.
"You really know how to pretend." He smiled and said, "The Nobel Prize committee has already started to notify the Nobel Prize winners one after another. Did you already know …"
Before Wei Feng could finish speaking, Su Yun raised his head coldly and said, "Boss, if I don't get the Nobel Prize, I want to beat them up."
"There's no point," Zheng Ren said. "Call Old Zhao and prepare for the surgery. I'll tell Yiren. Inform Old He and hurry up. Once the excrescences fall off, there will be more trouble. "
Su Yun suddenly stood up. Originally, the boss did not receive a call. Even Dr. Mehar had remained silent.
The most infuriating thing was that Lil Fugui did not pick up the call! It seemed that the chances of winning the Nobel Prize this year were really too small. Could it be that something had changed on that side?
He was frustrated. William and Wei Feng, these two trash, were constantly provoking him. Anger rose in Su Yun's heart. As he secretly cursed Old Loche, he rushed out in a hurry like a rhinoceros running wildly on the African grassland.
Su Yun moved away from Lin Ge and turned his body slightly. His left shoulder hit the left side of Wei Feng's chest.
There was a muffled bang, and Wei Feng staggered from the impact. In an instant, the force was huge. His respiratory tract spasmed, and a suffocating feeling of death enveloped Wei Feng.
He continued to rush forward. Because Wei Feng blocked him, Su Yun's speed was slightly slower. He only hit William's shoulder.
There was another bang. Su Yun was fine, but William's face was pale from the pain.
"I'm sorry. I accidentally bumped into you during emergency treatment." Su Yun sneered and walked forward without looking back.
"Bastard!" William said angrily. "Wait for my lawyer's letter. I will make you kneel in front of me and cry! I will make you regret what you did today! "Zheng Ren frowned.
Zheng Ren frowned. He could barely recognize Wei Feng, but he did not know who William was. Although it was not that there was no way to deal with them, these two people were really annoying.
Lin Ge was also at a loss … He had to stand up and protect Su Yun in such a matter. However, when it involved a big newspaper like the Financial Times, it seemed that things would not be good.
Su Yun was still too young and impulsive. Lin Ge's head turned into two. It was fine that he could not win the Nobel Prize, but he had also gotten into such big trouble.
What should he do? If he really wanted to deal with the Ministry, Director Yan would probably have to step in.
"Brother Yun." In the corridor, a shaky voice came. He spoke Chinese. It seemed that he had just learned it not long ago, so his pronunciation was not very standard.
"I don't have time to talk to you. By the way, William said that he wanted to sue me. He made me kneel in front of him and admit my mistake." Su Yun's voice gradually disappeared into the corridor.
Zheng Ren was very helpless. Today was so chaotic. Not to mention the Nobel Prize, the most troublesome thing was that the reporters had swarmed in, seriously interfering with the emergency treatment.
What was even more helpless was that he heard a little Northeastern accent in Marise's choppy Chinese. Although he had repeatedly ordered that Marise was not allowed to be taught the Northeastern accent, Lil Fugui used a Northeastern accent every day. Lil Fugui nagged in his ear in Northeastern dialect every day. Although it was friendly, it was not serious.
However, it seemed that the Northeastern accent had a strange magic. It was very difficult for the witch Marise to learn Mandarin, but no one taught her the Northeastern accent, so it was easy to recite.
William, who was standing at the door, turned into a statue. He looked at the corridor in a daze as if he had seen a devil crawling out of hell. It was already the end of the world.
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