Tang Xiu looked at Wei Feng expressionlessly, suppressing the anger in her heart. She knew that the former subordinate in front of her came here with the mentality of watching a joke, and maybe even with some malicious intent.
But if he said it so blatantly, wouldn't he be afraid of any accidents and being slapped in the face? Seeing the extremely arrogant editor William behind him, especially since they were bearing the name of the Financial Times, Tang Xiu had a bad feeling in his heart.
As an internationally renowned newspaper group, they are well-informed, especially on major global events such as the Nobel Prize. Their channels for obtaining information are much better than many domestic media.
"Get out of the way." Sun Zeli didn't know Wei Feng, and she didn't care about the Financial Times. Can a newspaper group, no matter how big it is, make waves in the imperial capital
Nonsense.
Especially the sarcastic smile at the corner of Wei Feng's mouth looked particularly annoying. She felt disgusted and scolded him without any concealment.
"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 miserable in Stockholm and went to a bar to get drunk late at night."
“…”
Sun Zeli and Tang Xiu were startled.
Professor Rudolf Wagner got drunk late at night? This is more conclusive proof than any news flying around - Boss Zheng's project failed.
If Wei Feng is talking about himself, his credibility is not high. But the arrogant editor-in-chief William standing behind him is still the identity of the Financial Times. The credibility of this matter is worthy of consideration.
"It's the professor named Rudolf, he got drunk late at night... Hey! Actually, I think he thinks too much." Wei Feng's words were full of confidence, "This is just a trick of Dr. Zheng, you know the Nobel Prize Is the list of candidates kept confidential?”
Seeing that Sun Zeli and Tang Xiu were silent, Wei Feng was even more proud. However, he restrained his emotions and pretended to be calm.
The more times like this, the more important it is to be calm and calm. Only in this way can you highlight your style. After all, I am a reporter for the Financial Times, and there is no comparison with an editor from a fourth-tier small city like Tang Xiu.
He was filled with a sense of superiority and smiled elegantly, saying, "Editor Tang, you have all been deceived."
"Dr. Zheng's goal has been achieved. This is undeniable. He successfully moved from Haicheng to the Imperial Capital, and he is doing very well here."
"Looking back now, even I can't help but admire him for his skillful and sophisticated methods, and he got all the benefits that should be obtained. As for the poor German professor... By the way, they gave him an insulting name, Fuguier. That Fuguier is He's a clown and has no sane mind."
Seeing that Tang Xiu and another Sun Zeli, who must be a Taiwanese reporter, stopped talking, Wei Feng was filled with pride.
He gushed: "The rich man probably still doesn't know that Dr. Zheng probably didn't want to win the Nobel Prize from the beginning. He just used his reputation to make the leap from Haicheng to the imperial capital."
"No matter how well-prepared you are, it is unnecessary. It is really pitiful. You are also the victims deceived by that hypocrite."
Wei Feng looked like you are all idiots and said proudly: "The Financial Times follows up on this project every year and has rich experience. As long as potential candidates for each award receive a call, there will be candidates within the newspaper industry. notify."
As he said that, he glanced at the time and said, "I think it should be almost now."
At this time, the editor-in-chief William behind Wei Feng impatiently spoke a series of words at a very fast speed, in American English with a strong local accent. Sun Zeli and Tang Xiu could only understand roughly.
He thought Wei Feng was wasting time and wanted to go to the ward quickly.
The expression on Wei Feng's face changed, like a face change in a Sichuan opera, without any trace of patchwork. He bent down and bowed repeatedly, sincerely expressing his apology and submission.
"Let's go up too." Tang Xiu left a message to Xie Yiren, and then said to Sun Zeli.
She was worried that Boss Zheng would talk casually and give an excuse to those who seemed to be here to find fault.
Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli entered the elevator and saw Wei Feng and his team following them.
Wei Feng blocked the elevator with his hand, bent down, and waited for William to come in before being the last one to enter the elevator. Tang Xiu frowned and asked: "Don't you think Boss Zheng can't win the Nobel Prize? Why are you still doing it?"
"I want to see what he will say after the doomed defeat." Wei Feng still did not say a single curse word. He tried his best to maintain the grace and elegance of a winner.
Just as he was talking, William's cell phone beeped behind him, and at this moment the elevator door closed.
William picked up his phone and took a look at it. The email said nothing about it, but he couldn't open it. When he got there and got off the elevator, he clicked on the email.
Pretending to let William go first, Wei Feng took a look at the mail. When he saw the email, his face showed a look of anticipation and excitement.
In the interventionalist's office, several doctors gathered around and were looking at their mobile phones.
Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli were overjoyed. The Nobel Prize jury had just made a phone call and gathered around... No, it would not be officially announced on the website until a few hours after the call was made to notify the winners.
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 Yun said without raising his head: "The operation can't be done. Secondary valve replacement. It seems to me that the aortic valve root is penetrated by an abscess. Part of the aortic wall and the anterior leaflet of the mitral valve need to be cut off. The root is connected to the roof of the left atrium. It is still a second surgery, and the bleeding from the adhesions cannot be stopped."
"I'll think about it again." Zheng Ren looked a little distracted, and his reaction was a little slow.
But I’ve seen this happen a lot, and no one says anything.
"Let's do it under interventional protection during the operation. Part of the aortic wall needs to be removed. I will use a big frame to hold it up. If there is a problem, it can be easily dealt with. Whether it is repaired with pericardial patch or artificial patch, we have time." Gao Shaojie Shen vocal channel.
"No, it needs to be done under extracorporeal circulation. The aorta is blocked." Su Yundao said, "It would be okay to put a filter first to prevent the vegetations from falling off."
Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli were shocked to hear this.
Shouldn't we talk about the Nobel Prize? How about heart problems? It still sounds like a very sick emergency patient.
"Hey, I know I won't win the Nobel Prize, so I'm pretending to discuss medical records here." Wei Feng said with a slight smile.
Only then did Wei Feng "understand" what kind of trick Dr. Zheng Renzheng was playing.
Find an emergency medical record to discuss, and use emergency patients to block the news reporters who come after hearing the news!
This solution is simply perfect.