Looking at the charmingly sexy Su Xiaonuan, who proudly held Shen Qiang's arm with a face full of pride, the female reporter was stunned.

"She's so beautiful. Her chest is so big, and her butt is round and perky. Her legs are so long. Is she Shen Qiang's girlfriend? She's so sexy. How can I compare with her?"

But it only took a moment for the female reporter's eyes to light up.

"Yes, yes! Such a beautiful and sexy woman likes him, which proves I wasn't wrong!"

The pretty-faced reporter's cheeks suddenly flushed, not only did she clench her legs instantly, but even her ordinary speech began to tremble.

"Um... Dr. Shen, I am a reporter from the city TV station. Can I do an interview with you?"

At that moment, Shen Qiang, looking at the giggling and beautiful Su Xiaonuan and feeling her deeply ingrained charm, casually refused, "Sorry, I'm not interested in interviews."

In an instant.

The female reporter was stunned.

It was as if she could already hear the sound of her own heart shattering.

"Dr. Shen!"

"Shen Qiang!"

At the entrance of the stairwell not far from the operating room, Director Wang gnashed his teeth as he looked at Shen Qiang, who was surrounded by many doctors and reporters, his face ashen.

"This should have been my opportunity, it should have been my chance to rise in Provincial City, Shen Qiang! You not only stole what should have been mine but also mocked me in the process. I won't let you get away with this, I promise!"

Four hours later.

City TV station.

News Frontline team.

Sitting behind the desk, the editor-in-chief, after reviewing the female reporter's news, turned to her with a cold face and said sternly, "Your news coverage is inadequate. Leave these materials here; the news will be broadcast tomorrow."

The female reporter, full of astonishment, said, "Editor-in-chief, this news records everything very thoroughly, from the charity team bringing warmth to lonely veterans, to it being very topical. How can you say it's not adequate?"

Looking at the astonished female reporter, the editor-in-chief behind the desk frowned and said, "What is news? I have told you countless times! A bank clerk with five million in cash is not news; it's just a diary entry."

"A bank clerk with five million in cash, plus two bottles of liquor, a gun, and a gaudy fallen woman—that's news."

"Look at what you've reported? A charity team, veterans, a big tumor, plus a young surgeon. Huh? That's all? Where's the topic?"

"Where's the controversy?"

Behind his desk, the editor-in-chief frowned further, "This kind of news comes out by the thousands every day. If News Frontline relies on broadcasting this sort of thing to compete for ratings, it's basically suicide."

The female reporter pleaded urgently, "Editor-in-chief, I tried my best!"

Sitting behind his desk, the editor-in-chief downed a small cup of golden whisky, then took a cigarette from the drawer, lit it, took a deep puff, and crossed his legs.

"You indeed tried hard, but you didn't find the right angle. That's why I asked you to leave these materials instead of throwing them straight into the trash."

The female reporter, astonished, hesitated, "Editor-in-chief, what do you mean?"

The slightly tipsy editor-in-chief laughed, "News isn't as simple as you think, nor as complicated."

"Charity teams risking it for love, animal lovers blocking cars and causing scenes, these topics are outdated and nobody cares. If this news goes out as is, your interview, your effort, will just disappear without a trace."

With a snap of his fingers, the editor-in-chief laughed, "It won't even stir a ripple."

"But just change the focus of the news a bit, and it will be filled with controversy. Some will rage, others will cheer, turning it into an unstoppable flood, triggering a series of chain reactions!"

"Then, many people will comment on it. Based on this incident, numerous reports can be written until no one cares anymore."

The female reporter, astonished, looked puzzled, "Didn't you say it was a failed piece of news?"

The editor-in-chief laughed, "The interview content wasn't a failure. The failure was purely you, a newcomer. Do you think anyone will care about an unknown old veteran? Will anyone be moved by a charity team?"

"Wrong!"

"No one will be moved by a stranger!"

"Nor does anyone care what a stranger's tumor might turn into."

"They only care about themselves!"

The editor-in-chief, having only taken a few puffs, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and took a big swig of whisky. His eyes ablaze with excitement, he picked up the mouse and began to rewind the video of Shen Qiang's statement slowly.

"Although I am a doctor, I have three rules: I don't save the utterly evil, those who don't trust me, or those who annoy me!"

Standing opposite the desk, the female reporter couldn't see the video, but she could hear the audio and was taken aback, hesitantly asking.

"Editor-in-chief, what do you mean?"

With a flushed face from the alcohol, the editor-in-chief said excitedly, "Perfect! This is real news. Principles! Morality! Human nature! As a doctor, what should one do?"

"A benevolent saint who grants every request? Or a cold-hearted scientist who doesn't save lives when annoyed?"

The female reporter's eyes widened in alarm as she urgently said, "Editor-in-chief, this could ruin him!"

The editor-in-chief laughed, "It might also make him! But who knows what the future holds? As a doctor, whether he succeeds or not depends not on his character but on his medical skills!"

"So..." the more he thought about it, the more excited the editor-in-chief got. He tapped the mouse and replayed Shen Qiang's statement over and over while laughing aloud, "Tell everyone in the team, they must work overtime tonight because we have big news on our hands!"

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