Tang Xiu looked at Wei Feng expressionless, suppressing her anger. She knew that the former subordinate in front of her came with a joke mentality, even with some kind of malice.

But if he speaks so blatantly, is he not afraid of any accident? Is he beaten in the face? Looking at the arrogant William editor behind him, especially their title in the financial times, made Tang Xiu feel a bad hunch.

As an international well-known newspaper group, they are well-informed, especially in the big event of global attention, such as the Nobel Prize, the channel to get information is much stronger than the domestic multimedia.

"Get out of the way." Sun Zeli doesn't know Wei Feng, and she doesn't care about the financial times. Can a big newspaper group make waves in the imperial capital?

Bullshit.

In particular, Wei Feng's ironic smile at the corner of her mouth looked very annoying. She was disgusted and scolded without concealment.

"Oh, oh." Wei Feng didn't care. He smiled and said, "we got some news. It is said that the German professor in Dr. Zheng's project team was sad in Stockholm and went to the bar to get drunk late at night."

“……”

Sun Zeli and Tang Xiu were stunned.

Professor Rudolph Wagner got drunk late at night? This is more conclusive than any flying news that boss Zheng's project failed.

If Wei Feng talks to himself, his credibility is not high. But the proud William editor standing behind him is still the identity of the financial times. The credibility of this matter is worth thinking about.

"It's the professor named Rudolph. He gets drunk late at night... Hey! In fact, I think he thinks too much." Wei Feng's words were full of confidence. "This is just a ghost trick of Dr. Zheng. Do you know that the list of Nobel Prize candidates is kept secret?"

Seeing that sun Zeli and Tang Xiu did not speak, Wei Feng was even more proud. But he restrained his emotions and pretended to be plain.

The more such a time, the more light the clouds will be. Only in this way can we highlight the force. After all, he is a reporter of the financial times and has no comparability with editors in four tier small cities such as Tang Xiu.

He was filled with a sense of superiority and smiled gracefully. "Editor Tang, you have all been cheated."

"It is undeniable that Dr. Zheng's goal has also been realized. He successfully went from Haicheng to the imperial capital, and he has been doing well here."

"Looking back now, even I can't help but marvel that he is skillful and skillful and takes all the benefits he deserves. As for the poor German professor... By the way, they gave him an insulting name, rich son. That rich son is a clown and doesn't have a clear mind."

Watching Tang Xiu and another sun Zeli, who should be a big TV reporter, stopped talking. Wei Feng was full of pride.

He gushed: "it's estimated that rich and noble children still don't know that Dr. Zheng didn't want to win the Nobel Prize from the beginning. He just used his reputation to realize the leap from Haicheng to the imperial capital."

"No matter how well prepared it is, it's really pathetic. You're also the victims of that hypocrite's deception."

Wei Feng, with a silly look on his face, said proudly: "the financial times has tracked this project every year and has rich experience. Potential candidates for various awards will be notified within the newspaper industry as long as they receive a phone call."

Then he looked at the time and said, "I think it should be fast now."

At this time, the editor in chief William behind Wei Feng said a series of words impatiently at a very fast speed, American English, with a strong local accent. Sun Zeli and Tang Xiu only heard about it.

He disliked Wei Feng's delay and had to hurry to the ward.

The expression on Wei Feng's face changed, like that of Sichuan Opera, without any trace of patchwork. He bent over and bowed again and again, sincerely expressing his apology and obedience.

"We'll go up too." Tang Xiu left a message for Xie Yi and then said to sun Zeli.

She was worried that boss Zheng would talk casually and give a handle to those who looked like they were deliberately picking faults.

Tang Xiu and sun Zeli entered the elevator and saw Wei Feng and his team follow in.

Wei Feng stopped the elevator with his hand, bent over and waited for William to come in before he was the last to enter the elevator. Tang Xiu frowned and asked, "don't you think boss Zheng can't get the Nobel Prize? What are you doing with him?"

"I want to see what he will say after his doomed failure." Wei Feng still didn't say any dirty words. He tried his best to keep the grace and grace of the winner.

Just then, William's cell phone sounded behind him, and at this time the elevator door was closed.

William took a look at his cell phone and said nothing in the email. He didn't open the mail until he got out of the elevator.

Pretending to let William go first, Wei Feng glanced at the mail. When he saw the mail, his face showed an expression of expectation and excitement.

In the intervention doctor's office, several doctors gathered together and were looking at their mobile phones.

Tang Xiu and sun Zeli were delighted. This was just after the Nobel prize evaluation committee called and gathered together... No, it would not be officially announced on the website until a few hours after the winner was notified.

What are they doing?

"Dong Dong Dong ~" Sun Zeli knocked on the open office door and asked softly, "boss Zheng, are you busy?"

"Well, I'm busy." Su Yuntou said without raising his head: "the operation can't be done. The second valve replacement. In my opinion, the root of the aortic valve is penetrated by an abscess. To cut part of the aortic wall, the root of the anterior mitral valve and the connected left roof. It's still the second operation, and the bleeding of the adhesive part can't stop."

"Let me think again." Zheng Ren looked a little distracted. His reaction was a little slow.

But this situation is more common, and no one says anything.

"Do it under interventional protection during the operation. A part of the aortic wall needs to be removed. I use a big shelf to hold it. In case of any problem, it's easy to deal with it. Whether it's a heart wrapped patch or an artificial patch, we all have time." Gao Shaojie said in a deep voice.

"No, it needs to be done under cardiopulmonary bypass. The aorta is blocked." Su Yun said, "it's OK to put down a filter first to prevent vegetations from falling off."

Tang Xiu and sun Zeli listened to the dew.

Shouldn't we talk about the Nobel Prize? What about the heart? Sounds like a very sick emergency patient.

"Hey, I know I won't win the Nobel Prize. I pretend to discuss medical records here." Wei Feng smiled and said.

Until this time, Wei Feng "understood" what ghost trick Dr. Zheng renzheng was playing.

Find an emergency medical record for discussion, and use emergency patients to stop journalists from hearing the news!

The plan is perfect.