Wei Feng felt that his eyes were a bit blurred. The lights outside the operating room seemed a bit dim and he couldn't read the words on his mobile phone clearly.
He rubbed his eyes vigorously and took a serious look at the website first. It was indeed the official website of the Nobel Prize.
Maybe he entered the wrong website, Wei Feng was a little confused. Maybe his phone was hacked and controlled remotely just to deceive himself.
Wei Feng glanced at Tang Xiu cautiously and saw that she had no time to care about him and was constantly on the phone.
There was excitement in Tang Xiu's tone, and her voice was a little anxious and trembling. It's not like she's pretending. If she can "act" so realistically, she can be regarded as a capable veteran actress.
It's actually true? Wei Feng took a closer look at the website address on his mobile phone and searched carefully bit by bit.
The other published information was no different from what I knew. Only the winner of the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine was marked with Zheng Ren's name, followed by Rudolf Wagner, and then Su Yun.
Three researchers, headed by Zheng Ren.
Fake, it must be fake! Wei Feng worked hard to take deep breaths, trying to breathe in as much oxygen as possible to calm down his emotions.
Wei Feng has been doing surrounding research on this matter for several months. After reviewing all the evidence in his mind, he still felt that the little doctor from Haicheng would not win the Nobel Prize.
What kind of trick is Tang Xiu playing? ! Wei Feng was a little confused.
Although he thought so in his mind, his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and he had already thought of something subconsciously.
Wei Feng looked at Tang Xiu holding a mobile phone in one hand and waving vigorously and making gestures with the other hand. He knew that this was Tang Xiu's habit of using gestures to strengthen his tone.
That's what Tang Xiu did when he was working at Haicheng Metropolis Daily.
It was really annoying. Wei Feng felt a little tight in his chest and palpitated, but he didn't panic. It's not a heart attack. I'm still young, but I'm just a little excited.
Excited? Why should I be excited? Wei Feng thought of this and looked at Tang Xiu blankly. My fingers were a little numb, and my middle finger twitched involuntarily.
He waved his hand helplessly. From the look on Tang Xiu's face, it didn't look like he was faking. The official website of the Nobel Prize on my mobile phone also announced the list of winners. The possibility that my mobile phone was hacked just for a prank is too small.
Wait and see, let the bullet fly for a while! Wei Feng thought in his mind.
If it was a lie, I wouldn't believe that a little girl like Tang Xiu could do a full set of dramas. Reporters must be gathered at the door of the operating room for interviews.
No one has come yet...
Just as he was thinking about it, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor.
A team of security guards ran over in small steps, neatly and solemnly, not many in number, but looking quite capable.
How is this going? Wei Feng was startled.
The leader was wearing a security uniform, and he looked like a soldier when he raised his hands and feet. He lowered his head and spoke a few words into the intercom on his shoulder.
This team of security guards then began to set up their defenses in a orderly manner, unlike the tangible and insubstantial security personnel employed by other hospitals.
912 What is this doing? Wei Feng was startled for a moment, then he thought of a possibility, and his heart began to beat violently again.
Taking a deep breath, the slightly cold air suppressed the dryness in his heart. Wei Feng did not move, but watched quietly.
Tang Xiu of Haicheng Metropolis Daily couldn't possibly mobilize such a huge force and create such a huge momentum just to deceive himself.
Wei Feng was still a little worried about this. He knew how much he weighed.
Is it possible to find a cyber hacker to hack your phone and mobilize 912 security personnel to cooperate with the show? That's nonsense.
After waiting quietly for a few minutes, the security personnel scattered outside the operating room continued to report the situation on their side to the leader.
The patients' family members who were waiting for the operation to end were also stunned. Even Tang Xiu was "politely" persuaded to sit down on the hard plastic chair.
The door of the operating room was closed, and the light shining through the glass proved that the operation inside was still going on. Everything was quiet, and it seemed that nothing had changed, except that there was just a little more tension and a little more chilling air out of thin air.
Wei Feng suppressed the anxiety in his heart and took deep breaths to bring in more fresh air. But the more this happened, the faster his heart beat, vaguely aware that something was about to happen.
His head was a little dizzy, and the numbness in his fingers seemed to be spreading. Wei Feng felt as if he was turning to stone, and his fingers and toes were unresponsive.
But he didn't pay attention because he was too nervous. It was all Dr. Zheng's fault!
Wei Feng's eyes were fixed on the elevator, and the numbers were changing. As long as he didn't come to the operating room, he would be fine. If he had won the Nobel Prize, no matter how tight the security of 912, reporters would come over and point their guns at Zheng Ren.
Even Wei Feng believed that some doctors had received permission from 912 officials to change clothes and enter the operating room for exclusive visits.
The elevator numbers all reach the first floor, and then go up one after another.
As the numbers kept changing, Wei Feng's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and his breathing became faster and deeper. He kept taking deep breaths to suppress the restlessness in his heart, but the effect was very poor.
An elevator stopped at the operating room floor, the elevator door opened, and Dean Yan and Vice President Yuan stepped down.
"Has Xiao Zheng's surgery been completed?" Dean Yan asked with a smile.
"Director Lin is inside and said that the live broadcast has just ended and Boss Zheng has stepped down."
"Don't rush to change clothes yet, come out and meet the media friends." Dean Yan said, "We have been waiting for more than ten hours, and it is not the way to treat guests without seeing each other."
Ye Qingqiu immediately called.
One elevator after another stopped on the operating room floor, and this time all the people coming down were media people. Carrying a camera and a microphone. Because they were in the hospital, no one made any noise, but the light in their eyes made Wei Feng realize the truth.
It's actually true? !
"Dean, Boss Zheng will come out immediately." Ye Qingqiu said softly.
His words were like a clarion call for charge. Many media outlets who were still on 912 immediately grabbed advantageous camera seats and picked up the microphones, causing some friction among themselves. However, with the coordination of 912 security personnel, no stampede occurred.
Ye Qingqiu is quite reliable in doing things. It seems that he has already made several plans.
Wei Feng took a deep breath, stood up, and wanted to make final decisions. My mind was confused, with countless questions swirling around.
The door to the operating room opened, and Ringer walked out first, holding the door with a cheerful smile on his face.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun then walked out, with Director Kong following behind. The flashlight illuminated the door of the operating room in white like lightning.
"Dr. Zheng..."
"Dr. Zheng..."
In an instant, countless microphones were stretched out, and countless people rushed to ask questions.
Wei Feng felt his eyes blurred, his hands and feet were numb, and he fell onto the camera next to him with a thud.