Chapter 2408

"Er..." director Sun Chao was stunned. He was stunned by what Wei Feng said.

Director Sun really doesn't know whether the list of Nobel prizes is published or not. They are all ordinary people. They are too far away from the Nobel Prize. Who has nothing to study this thing.

"Is that true?" Sun Chao asked cautiously.

"Of course." Wei Feng sneered. When it came to Zheng Ren, his heart was like being scratched by a knife. It hurt badly. The previous had become a humiliation in his heart.

He didn't think he had done anything wrong. All the mistakes were on the hospitalized general manager of Haicheng emergency department.

"It used to be said that Mr. Lao She, a literary giant in our country, won the Nobel Prize in 1968. Do you know that?" Wei Feng asked.

"Yes, it's a pity that I didn't win the Nobel Prize for literature. Mr. Lao She is a great talent."

"50 years later, the official data were declassified, proving that Mr. Lao She was not recommended at all that year!" Wei Feng said.

"Ah?"

"All information is confidential." Wei Feng smiled coldly again. The corners of his mouth rose as sharp as a knife. "I don't mean to disrespect Mr. Lao She, a literary giant. For example, it is estimated that this matter was invented by later generations after Mr. Lao she died. It has nothing to do with Mr. Lao She."

Sun Chao suddenly thought of one thing from Wei Feng's words. He was stupid.

"Dr. Zheng, all the cleverness is used in this." Wei Feng continued: "whatever he said, anyway, the Nobel Prize candidate is confidential, and no one refutes him in China."

"No..."

"Director Sun, why not." Wei Feng said, "he doesn't respect an old director like you. You say he can't do anything."

Sun Chao felt that reporter Wei's words were getting sharper and sharper. He suddenly realized that he should not take himself as a gun.

Thinking of this, Sun Chao was much more cautious. Boss Zheng, is that someone you can easily offend?!

"Director Sun, don't laugh at me. I'm just too angry." Wei Feng continued: "with the title of a nonexistent Nobel Prize candidate, he won many benefits. It doesn't count. It's not too bad to step on an old director like you."

Sun Chao calmed down and sighed in his heart.

Boss Zheng's operation is so good. Can you step on yourself? Whether it is the improved tips operation or the interventional operation of intrauterine fetus, one can kill a group of people.

"Reporter Wei, you still can't say that." Director Sun Chao smiled. "Boss Zheng's operation is really good. If it's not good, who dares to open a live studio. I can't do it at all."

Wei Feng was stunned. Was his tone too impatient?

Why did director Sun not feel the same hatred, but began to play Tai Chi with himself?

What's going on? He looked into director Sun Chao's eyes and smiled uneasily.

"Live broadcast of the operation? At the beginning, I also thought it destroyed the academic ecology, and it was too risky." Sun Chao said lightly, "but people have great skills. They have done so many live operations, and nothing has happened."

What Wei Feng couldn't hear most was praising his old enemy, Dr. Zheng.

When he saw director Sun Chao and director Sun directly admit advice, he was angry with an indifferent smile on his chubby face.

"Live broadcast of the operation, this is eating human blood steamed bread on the patient!" Wei Feng said coldly.

"Huh?" Sun Chao was stunned.

In the doctor's opinion, those who can open live operation are first-class big cattle. Ordinary doctors want to be famous, but who dares.

Before boss Zheng, even if someone wanted to have a live operation, they had to weigh it again and again. Picky, patients should be mild and easy to do before they dare to go on stage.

Not to mention others, Sun Chao alone has seen no fewer than five live operations during academic conferences over the years.

Which of those doctors didn't lose his reputation in the end.

Some people asked Sun Chao to do a live demonstration operation at the national annual meeting of vascular surgery, but Sun Chao refused without hesitation.

Sun Chao wants to ensure his academic status and retire well. It seems that the live operation has nothing to do with someone's blood steamed bread. It seems that his intuition is right. Fortunately, he didn't talk disorderly.

Sun Chao just smiled and no longer expressed his opinions.

"The patient is ill. Can't you treat the patient well? You have to deprive the patient of all privacy and show his technology." Wei Feng said angrily.

"Er..."

This time, Sun Chao was a little reluctant.

"Reporter Wei, have you seen the live broadcast?"

"Yes, now the live broadcast is all over the street." Wei Feng said, "the more you expose, the more angry you get. Dr. Zheng's next work is here. He said he was recommended by the Nobel Prize, which is even better. When the patient is sick, he uses the doctor's authority and forces him to treat the disease. You think, the patient is born on the weak side, and he doesn't know what the doctor says..."

"Wait a minute." Director Sun stopped Wei Feng and asked, "Wei remember, how many live patients have you interviewed? I heard that many patients with Gaucher's disease in other places have taken the initiative to find boss Zheng for surgery."

"Stockholm syndrome? After being forced for a long time, I get used to it. It's very..."

"Fuck you!" Sun Chao picked up the ball pen on the table and smashed it.

The ballpoint pen hit Wei Feng's forehead, bounced up, drew an arc and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Have you ever seen an operation? That's nonsense!" Sun Chao doesn't care whether the other party is the uncrowned king or not. Wei Feng's words just now have no common sense. He equates the live broadcast of medical treatment with the live broadcast of entertainment.

Sun Chao looked around. Wei Feng didn't expect why the old director, who had always been very gentle, was directly angry.

Aware of the danger, he quickly stood up and stepped back in a panic.

Sun Chao grabbed a book and threw it like a brick. After all, he was old and slow, and was dodged by Wei Feng.

Although it didn't hit, it was quite embarrassing.

He grabbed his bag, grabbed the door and walked away. A Book flew from behind and hit his back.

Are you crazy? Wei Feng was stunned. What he said, he met director Sun's inverse scale.

"Director, director, you are... Calming down." The inpatient on duty always heard the noise outside and hurried out to have a look.

He stopped director Sun and said with no mouth.

"Who is that?" The inpatient always asked. In fact, he can guess without asking. It must be a device manufacturer or a drug manufacturer. However, it's strange that business can't be benevolent and righteous. The director drove people away with beating and scolding. This kind of thing has never happened.

"A reporter." Sun Chao said angrily.

Reporter... It's always silly to be hospitalized. What do you call a reporter? People have the right to speak. At that time, write an article - the unscrupulous doctor has done that kind of shady thing to the patient. This kind of eye-catching article must be a big fire.

If you go on a hot search, you won't be a man. When Pengcheng sewed his anus, I knew it was wrong. What happened in the end? The midwife hasn't returned to his hometown and lived a miserable life. And the reporter? I haven't seen how they are.

It's over. I always think of it in the hospital.

"He... What happened to you." Asked the hospital manager.

"I don't understand anything. It's said that the live broadcast of the operation is human blood eating steamed bread, just like those live videos on the mobile phone! What bastard!" Sun Chao scolded.