"Uh..." Director Sun Chao was stunned. He was stunned by what Wei Feng said.
Director Sun really doesn't know whether the Nobel Prize list is announced or not. They are all ordinary people. They are too far away from the Nobel Prize. Who has nothing to do to study this stuff
"Is this really happening?" Sun Chao asked cautiously.
"Of course." Wei Feng sneered. When he mentioned Zheng Ren, his heart felt like it had been scratched by a knife, and it hurt so much. Everything he had done before had become a kind of humiliation in his heart.
He didn't think he had done anything wrong. All the faults lay with the chief resident of Haicheng's emergency department.
"It used to be said that Mr. Lao She, our country's literary giant, was recommended for the Nobel Prize in 1968. Do you know this?" Wei Feng asked.
"I've heard that it's a pity not to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. Mr. Lao She is a great talent."
"The declassification of official data 50 years later proves 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 raised, as sharp as a knife, "I don't mean to disrespect Mr. Lao She, the literary giant, I'm just giving an example. I guess Mr. Lao She also did this. What was made up by future generations after his death has nothing to do with the old gentleman."
Sun Chao suddenly thought of something from Wei Feng's words, and he was completely stunned.
"Dr. Zheng, all his cleverness has been used on this." Wei Feng continued: "He can say whatever he wants. Anyway, Nobel Prize candidates are kept secret, and no one in the country will refute him."
"No way… "
"Director Sun, why not?" Wei Feng said: "He doesn't respect a respected old director like you. You say he can't do any despicable things."
Sun Chao felt that the reporter Wei in front of him was becoming more and more sharp, and he suddenly realized that he was probably going to use him as a weapon.
Thinking of this, Sun Chao became more cautious. Boss Zheng, is that someone I can offend casually? !
"Director Sun, don't laugh at me, I'm just too angry." Wei Feng continued: "How many benefits did he get by using the title of a Nobel Prize candidate that doesn't exist at all? This doesn't even count. He is stepping on you. For such a highly respected old director to take up the position, it is simply not too unreasonable."
Sun Chao calmed down and sighed inwardly.
Boss Zheng's surgery is so good, why should the boss step on me? Whether it is an improved TIPS surgery or an interventional surgery for intrauterine fetuses, just one of them can kill a group of people.
"Reporter Wei, you can't say that." Director Sun Chao smiled slightly, "Boss Zheng's surgery is indeed good. If it were not good, who would dare to open a live broadcast room. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to do it."
Wei Feng was startled for a moment. Was his tone of speech just now too impatient
How come Director Sun, instead of feeling the same hatred as the enemy, actually started to engage in Tai Chi with himself
How is this going? He looked into Director Sun Chao's eyes and smiled a little uneasily.
"Are surgeries live broadcasted? At the beginning, I thought this was damaging to the academic ecosystem and too risky." Sun Chao said lightly, "But they are very capable. They have done so many live broadcast surgeries, but there is not one Something happened."
What Wei Feng hated to hear the most was words praising his old enemy, Dr. Zheng.
When he saw Director Sun Chao, he immediately gave in. There was an indifferent smile on his chubby face, and he was angry and angry in his heart.
"Live broadcast of surgery means lying on the patient and eating steamed buns with human blood!" Wei Feng said coldly.
"Huh?" Sun Chao was startled.
In the eyes of doctors, those who can perform live broadcast surgeries are top-notch figures. Ordinary doctors want to do this and become famous, but who dares
Before Boss Zheng, even if someone wanted to perform live broadcast surgery, they had to weigh it carefully. We have to be very picky and the patient must have a mild condition and be relatively easy to treat before he dares to go on stage.
Not to mention others, Sun Chao himself has watched no fewer than five live broadcasts of failed surgeries during academic conferences over the years.
Which of those doctors doesn't end up with a discredited reputation
Some people also asked Sun Chao to perform live demonstration surgeries at the National Vascular Surgery Annual Conference, but Sun Chao refused without hesitation.
Sun Chao wanted to secure his academic status and retire well. The live broadcast of the surgery seemed to have nothing to do with the human blood buns. It seemed that my intuition was right. Fortunately, I didn't say anything nonsense.
Sun Chao just smiled and made no further comments.
"The patient himself is sick. Can't he treat the disease and save the patient? He must deprive the patient of all privacy and show off his skills." Wei Feng said angrily.
"Well… "
This time Sun Chao was a little reluctant.
"Reporter Wei, have you watched the live broadcast?"
"I've seen it, live broadcasts are all over the streets now." Wei Feng said: "The more you expose, the more popular it becomes. Dr. Zheng's next work is here. He said he was recommended for the Nobel Prize, so forget it. Patient When he is sick, he uses the doctor's authority to treat the disease for coercion. Think about it, the patient is naturally on the weak side, and the doctor doesn't say anything..."
"Wait a minute." Director Sun stopped Wei Feng and asked, "Remember Wei, how many live broadcast patients have you interviewed? I heard that many patients with Gaucher's disease from other places come to Boss Zheng for surgery."
"Is it Stockholm Syndrome? If you are forced for a long time, you will get used to it. This is very..."
"Fuck you!" Sun Chao picked up the ball pen on the table and smashed it.
The ball pen hit Wei Feng's forehead, bounced up, drew an arc and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"Have you ever seen an operation? Such nonsense!" Sun Chao didn't care whether the other party was the uncrowned king or not. Wei Feng's words just now showed no common sense at all, equating medical live broadcasts with current entertainment live broadcasts.
Sun Chao was groping around everywhere, but Wei Feng never expected why the old director, who had always been so gentle, would get angry.
Realizing the danger, he quickly stood up and backed away in panic.
Sun Chao grabbed a book and threw it at it like a brick. After all, he was older, slower, and was avoided by Wei Feng.
Although it didn't hit, it was still quite embarrassing.
He grabbed his bag and ran out of the door. Another book flew from behind and hit him on his back.
Are you all crazy? Wei Feng was stunned. Whatever he said, he met Director Sun's objection.
"Director, Director, you are just... calming down." The resident on duty heard the noise outside and quickly came out to take a look.
He stopped Director Sun and persuaded him without any words.
"Who is that?" asked the resident manager. In fact, he could guess it without asking. It must be an equipment dealer or a drug dealer. But this is strange, since business cannot be done with integrity, the director drives people away with beatings and scoldings. This kind of thing has never happened before.
"A reporter." Sun Chao said angrily.
Reporter... The hospital manager was immediately dumbfounded. Why are you yelling at reporters? They have the right to speak. When the time comes, write an article about the unscrupulous doctor who did such shameful things to his patients. This eye-catching article will definitely go viral.
If it becomes a hot search, you will no longer be a human being. When Pengcheng had his anus sewn, he knew it was wrong, but what happened in the end? The midwife has not returned to her hometown and is living a miserable life. And what about reporters? I haven’t seen how they are doing.
It's over, the resident thought to himself.
"He... what's wrong with you?" asked the resident.
"You don't understand any bullshit. You say the live broadcast of surgery is like eating steamed buns made of human blood, just like those live video broadcasts on your mobile phone! What a bastard!" Sun Chao scolded.