Sun Zeli was sorting out the backup plan at the television station. Although she felt regretful that Boss Zheng did not win the Nobel Prize, it was still within her expectations.
She took out the press release that she had prepared long ago and prepared to send it out as soon as the winner list was announced on the official website of the Nobel Prize.
Words like defeat, regret, and again kept appearing in the press release. It was the theme of the entire article.
In front of Sun Zeli's eyes, the honest face that clearly disliked her during the earthquake relief, but she couldn't feel resentful.
After working for the past few months, she had learned about Doctor Zheng's daily work and other people's views of him from countless aspects. The more she knew, the more Sun Zeli felt regretful that Zheng Ren had missed out on the Nobel Prize.
It would have been great if he could have won the prize.
In order to let the public understand Zheng Ren, Sun Zeli did a lot of work. One of the biggest jobs was an idea that came about because of a documentary that Tang Xiu had previously recorded.
Doctor Zheng did not accept interviews, so she interviewed the colleagues around him, the doctors he had come into contact with, and the patients who had been treated.
The documentary was recorded for dozens of minutes, and this was the remaining time after editing.
If he did not win the prize, this documentary could only be treated as information and sealed up.
It was really a pity. Sun Zeli sighed softly. She held a coffee cup in her hand and was a little absent-minded.
Her phone rang. Sun Zeli frowned slightly and took a look.
Was it Tang Xiu?
She took a sip of coffee, picked up the phone, and turned on the hands-free mode.
"Sister Sun! Boss Zheng won the prize! "Tang Xiu said without hiding her excitement.
Although she was excited, she deliberately lowered her voice.
Sun Zeli was stunned. Won the prize?!
"You … say that again …"
"Sister Sun! The official website of the Nobel Prize has just announced that Boss Zheng has won the prize! This year's Nobel Prize in Medicine!! "
Sun Zeli was a little confused, but she was still very calm. She immediately said, "Don't hang up first."
She immediately put down the coffee cup and quickly refreshed the official website of the Nobel Prize.
As expected, the list of winners was announced. Zheng Ren's name was impressively on it.
F * ck!
"Sister Sun, I'm interviewing Boss Zheng here. Get ready to start on your side," Tang Xiu suppressed the infinite excitement in her heart and said hurriedly.
"Okay, send the first-hand information over. I'll contact the director immediately."
Sun Zeli hung up the phone and carefully looked at the information on the official website. After confirming it, she immediately picked up the phone and made a call.
"Director, the project I'm following recently is Doctor Zheng from the 912. He just won the Nobel Prize in Medicine," Sun Zeli said.
"I request to change the program at the last minute."
"You've reviewed the documentary before. It's the one you agreed to after watching it."
"Okay, thank you, thank you."
After hanging up the phone, Sun Zeli began to touch up her makeup as fast as she could, trying her best to look more professional on camera.
The television station's reaction was quite fast, and all the programs made way for this sudden news.
Five minutes later, Sun Zeli finished touching up her makeup and went through her speech in silence.
She had memorized this script many times in her heart. However, as an experienced reporter and host, she was actually a little nervous when she was about to go on camera.
With a sigh of relief, Sun Zeli came to the studio.
"Sister Sun, you're amazing!" A staff member behind the scenes gave a thumbs up.
Sun Zeli showed a professional smile and nodded gently.
The program in front was interrupted. Sun Zeli sat in the studio and the countdown began — five, four, three, two, one.
"I'm Sun Zeli, the host of China Television News Channel. I'll broadcast the news for you at the last minute. It's reported that Doctor Zheng Ren, a professor in the Interventional Department of the 912 Hospital, has won this year's Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine. "
"Now, let's take a look at the report brought by the reporters in front."
The camera switched. The image that had just been sent back had not been refined. It was slightly rough, but it had a sense of realism.
The door of the operating theater was closed, and the words "operating theater" were so solemn. In front of the door, a young doctor wearing a sterile cap and isolation suit stood in front of many microphones.
"Doctor Zheng, Doctor Su, you've won this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine. Let's say a few words," a reporter asked with a microphone in his hand.
This was the most common question.
The young doctor was very calm as he looked at the microphone. "I know that I did a good job with the surgery. I also fully acknowledge the Nobel Prize committee's recognition of me."
Sun Zeli had also just seen the interview, but she was not surprised. This was the Zheng Ren she knew, Boss Zheng.
If he thanked a lot of people and faced the reporters with a nervous mood, Sun Zeli would feel puzzled.
Then, the scene changed. Tang Xiu stood in front of the camera. "I'm Tang Xiu, a frontline reporter from Sea City Metropolis Daily. I'm broadcasting for you at the 912 Hospital. Doctor Zheng won the Nobel Prize in Medicine. Before he walked out of the operating theater, he did not know that he had won the prize.
"Doctor Zheng has just performed an extremely difficult surgery. As a clinical medical worker, this level of work is his daily routine.
"I will continue to follow him at the frontline and broadcast the latest situation for you."
At the end of this sentence, the scene switched back to the studio.
"Thank you, frontline reporter Tang Xiu, for the interview," Sun Zeli said.
For China Television, it was a little funny that the frontline reporter was from Sea City Metropolis Daily. However, what Tang Xiu took out was something that China Television could not refuse. After a series of discussions, the director of China Television agreed to this matter.
However, the audience in front of the television was surprised by the words of the doctor who had just been interviewed. Very few people noticed the title of the reporter from Sea City Metropolis Daily.
Even if they noticed it, they would immediately forget it.
"Yes, Doctor Zheng. We are very familiar with him. He is an old friend of China Television's news station," Sun Zeli said with a gentle smile. The scene immediately changed.
The lead-gray clouds were dense, as if pulling everyone's memories back to the moment when the whole country worked together.
Sun Zeli, who had just been in front of the camera, was unkempt. She was wearing a camouflage uniform that had been soaked through by the rain. She sat on a big rock and said, "Hello, everyone. I'm Sun Zeli, a frontline reporter. I've been sitting here for a full twelve hours and have witnessed the changes here.
"At 3: 50 in the morning, when I was separated from the surgery squad because of a sprained ankle, that place was still flat."
Gravel flew over, leaving a scar on Sun Zeli's face.
Blood flowed down, and it was so shocking.
In the background, there were more than ten soldiers in camouflage uniforms walking on the lake. Gravel splashed everywhere. One person suddenly fell, and another person beside him grabbed his clothes and pulled him up.
This familiar scene had once touched the heartstrings of countless people. Now, the figure in the military uniform had been replaced by a green isolation suit. It was only at this time that many people realized that the person who had not feared death and went deep into the epicenter of the earthquake had now won the Nobel Prize. He stood in front of the flashing lights and microphones.
It was him!
It was him!!
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