Vol 3 Chapter 2467: It's him! It's him! !!

Sun Zeli is sorting out the alternate plan on the TV station. Although she regrets that Boss Zheng did not get the Nobel Prize, this is also expected.
She took out the newsletter that she had already prepared, and was ready to send it out as soon as the list of winners was announced on the Nobel Prize official website.
Regret defeat, regret, and come again. This kind of word appears constantly in the manuscript and is the theme of the whole text.
In front of Sun Zeli, there was always a thick face that was obviously disgusted with himself during the earthquake relief, but he couldn't have a grudge.
During these months of work, I learned about Dr. Zheng's daily work and other people's views on him from countless aspects. The more you know, the more Sun Zeli regrets that Zheng Ren lost her promise.
How good it would be to win a prize.
In order to let the public understand Zheng Ren, Sun Zeli did a lot of work. One of the biggest jobs was the idea born of a documentary previously recorded by Tang Xiu.
Dr. Zheng does not accept interviews, so interview colleagues around him, doctors he has contacted, and patients after treatment.
The documentary was recorded for tens of minutes, which is what remains after editing.
Without a prize, this documentary can only be used as an archive.
It's a pity that Sun Zeli sighed softly. Holding the coffee cup in her hand, she was a little lost.
The ringtone of the cell phone rang, and Sun Zeli's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he glanced.
Is it Tang Xiu?
She took a sip of coffee, connected the phone, and turned on hands-free mode.
"Sister Sun! Boss Zheng has won the prize!" Tang Xiu said without any concealment.
Although excited, the voice was intentionally muted.
Sun Zeli stunned and won? !!
"Can you say that again……"
"Sister Sun! The official website of the Nobel Prize has just been announced, and Boss Zheng has won the prize! This year's Nobel Prize in Medicine !!!"
Sun Zeli was a little confused, but still calm, and immediately said, "Don't hang up."
She immediately dropped the coffee cup and quickly refreshed the Nobel Prize official website.
Sure enough, the list of winners was announced, and Zheng Ren's name was listed.
I go!
"Sister Sun, I'm interviewing Boss Zheng, and you're ready to start." Tang Xiu said hurriedly, restraining his infinite excitement and excitement.
"Okay, pass the first-hand information over there. I'll contact the director immediately."
Sun Zeli hung up the phone and took a serious look at the information on the official website. After making sure, he immediately picked up the phone and dialed the phone.
"Director, the project I recently followed, Dr. Zheng of 912, just won the Nobel Prize in Medicine." Sun Zeli said.
"I applied for a temporary program change."
"You have reviewed the documentary before, just the one who said yes after watching it."
"Okay, thank you, thank you."
Hanging up the phone, Sun Zeli started to apply makeup as quickly as possible, doing everything possible to make her look more professional when on the camera.
The response of the TV station was quite fast, and all the programs gave way to this temporary news.
After 5 minutes, Sun Zeli finished her makeup and thought about her speech silently.
This manuscript has been memorized many times in her heart, just to be photographed. She, the old reporter and the host, is a little nervous.
With a light breath, Sun Zeli came to the studio hall.
"Sister Sun, terrific!" A staff member behind the scenes raised his thumb.
Sun Zeli smiled professionally and nodded gently.
The previous program was interrupted, Sun Zeli sat in the studio hall, and the countdown started-five, four, three, two, one.
"I'm Sun Zeli, the host of the China Television News Channel, and I'm going to show you the newsletter temporarily. It is reported that Dr. Zheng Renzheng, Professor of Interventional Medicine at 912 Hospital, is the leader of the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine announced recently. Medical award. "
"Now let's look at what the reporters in front bring."
The camera was switched, and the picture just sent back was not refined, but it was slightly rough but with a sense of realism.
The door of the operating room was closed, and the words above the operating room were so solemn. In front of the gate, a young doctor, wearing a sterile cap, wearing an isolation gown, stood in front of many microphones.
"Dr. Zheng, Dr. Su, you have won this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine, just a few words." A reporter asked with a microphone.
This is the most routine questioning.
The young doctor looked indifferent and looked at the microphone. "I know that my surgery is done well. I also give my full recognition to the Nobel Prize judge's recognition of me."
Sun Zeli also just saw the picture of this interview, but she was not surprised. This is the boss Zheng Renzheng in her own cognition.
If you thank a large number of people and face the reporter with a full heart, Sun Zeli will feel confused instead.
Then the screen changed, and Tang Xiu stood in front of the camera. "I'm Tang Xiu, a frontline reporter from Haicheng Metropolis Daily. I will broadcast the report for you at the 912 hospital. I do n’t know if I won.

"Dr. Zheng has just had a very difficult operation. As a clinical medical worker, this level of work is his daily routine."
"I will continue to follow up on the front line to keep you updated on the situation."
This passage ends, and the picture cuts back to the studio hall.
"Thank you to reporter Tang Xiu for the interview." Sun Zeli said.
For China Television, the front-line reporter is from Haicheng Metropolis Daily ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This is a bit funny. But what Tang Xiu came up with was something that Vision could not refuse. After a series of discussions before, the director of Vision agreed with this.
But the audience in front of the TV were surprised by the words of the doctor who was just interviewed, and few people noticed the title of the Haicheng Metropolis Daily reporter.
Even if I noticed, I was immediately forgotten.
"We are very familiar with Dr. Zheng. We are old friends of China Television News." Sun Zeli said with a smile, and the screen switched immediately.
The dark clouds of lead gray seemed to pull everyone's memories back to the moment when the whole country worked together.
Just before the camera, the bright Sun Zeli was unkempt, wearing a camouflage suit penetrated by rain, sitting on a large rock and saying, "Hello everyone, I'm Sun Zeli, a frontline reporter. I have sat here for a whole Hours and witnessed the changes here. "
"Just at 3:50 in the morning, when I was separated from the sharp knife class because of a sprained ankle, it was just flat."
The rubble flew, leaving a scar on Sun Zeli's face.
The blood shed was so shocking.
The background picture is more than a dozen soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms walking on the dammed lake with gravel splashing. One person suddenly fell and was grabbed by another person beside him.
This familiar picture once touched the hearts of countless people. Now the figure wearing a military uniform is replaced by a green isolation suit. Many people did not know until then that the one who had never feared death and went to the epicenter has now won the Nobel Prize. In front of the flash and microphone.
It's him!
It's him! !!