The last two surgeries were going to be broadcasted live.
Although Dr. Smith had performed many surgeries, he still wanted more.
If possible, he wanted to continue doing it. Because his skill was too high, although he could perform TIPS surgery, some deep-rooted habits could not be changed.
For a perfectionist like Dr. Smith, this was intolerable.
The patient went on stage. Dr. Smith was used to being an assistant, so he went straight to work.
Speaking of this kind of thing, once one got used to it, one would really "fall" very quickly. He first disinfected, then washed his hands, put on his clothes, and spread out the sheets. He had no intention of preparing to go down.
Professor Rudolf Wagner exchanged a few words with Dr. Smith, reminding him that this was a live surgery, but he was ignored.
Both of them were experts in interventional surgery at the same level, but on Mayo's home turf, the professor could not do anything. He could only look at Zheng Ren and ask his boss for help.
After Zheng Ren finished watching the radiographic films, he saw Dr. Smith disinfecting them. He was puzzled and asked, "Doctor, this surgery is going to be broadcasted live."
"Doctor Zheng, the livestream doesn't affect the teaching of the surgery." Dr. Smith was focused on performing the surgery. He did not care about the livestream at all.
Zheng Ren was speechless.
After thinking for a few seconds, Zheng Ren felt even more helpless. This was Mayo Clinic. How could they chase Dr. Smith away?
That was a bit of a joke.
He sighed and walked out of the operating theater. He went to the console room and asked, "Little Hu, give Peng Jia a call."
"Oh." Hu Yanhui didn't care what it was. She agreed first and asked while making the phone, "Boss Zheng, what's the matter?"
"Dr. Smith wants to do a live broadcast of teaching surgery." Zheng Ren was also very helpless. There was really nothing he could do when he met such a person.
However, Zheng Ren did not dislike Dr. Smith. He could feel the doctor's spirit of constantly improving surgery.
That was why he went through so much trouble to call Peng Jia and ask for his thoughts on the live broadcast. If it did not work … Zheng Ren had no other choice but to argue with Dr. Smith again.
…
Shanghai, Xinglin Garden Headquarters.
Peng Jia did not sleep the whole night. He looked at the numbers that had just been calculated on the computer screen and was extremely excited.
All hail Boss Zheng!
The live broadcast of the surgery had reached the Mayo Clinic. Peng Jia was elated.
Compared to other live broadcasts of surgeries, going to the Mayo Clinic to do a live broadcast of surgeries was such a good gimmick.
Although the first surgery was broadcasted live and the last two surgeries were broadcasted, it was a little messy. But doing so also had its benefits.
It was a good thing for Xinglin Garden to maintain its popularity.
He looked at the numbers and calculated the increase in traffic and venture capital in his mind. Then, his phone rang.
Looking down, it was Hu Yanhui. Peng Jia's heart skipped a beat.
It would be best if there was no problem with the live broadcast of the surgery. Hopefully, it wasn't …
Everything was going smoothly. If there was really a problem … it wouldn't be. Hu Yanhui was the luckiest employee under him. Her skills were also excellent. Nothing would go wrong!
Peng Jia cheered himself on.
Zheng Ren's voice came through the phone.
"Manager Peng, there's a situation on my side." Zheng Ren's voice was low and slightly magnetic.
Peng Jia's heart trembled.
What the f * ck is going on here? '
However, Boss Zheng's voice seemed to be getting better and better, Peng Jia thought as he asked. He was not attracted to voices, but the voice was indeed very pleasant to listen to.
"Dr. Smith from the Mayo Clinic wants to do a live broadcast of the surgery. He's very insistent. Can you do it on your side?" Zheng Ren asked helplessly.
A stream of blood rushed to Peng Jia's head. His surroundings suddenly became silent. The rustling sound lingered in his ears, and his cerebral vessels were pulsing. He could clearly feel the flow of blood.
As for cerebral hemorrhage and myocardial infarction, Peng Jia no longer paid attention to them.
At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind — live broadcast of the surgery! This was simply a godsend opportunity.
It was also a big problem for Boss Zheng to do well in the live broadcast of the TIPS surgery. There were no waves, no changes. The cold and calm surgical process could not be replicated at all.
It even looked a little boring. All surgeries were the same … After the happiest period of worry, Peng Jia began to worry about this matter.
After the initial popularity, the original traffic began to decrease. Of course, this was also within Peng Jia's expectations.
Going to the Mayo Clinic to do a live broadcast of the surgery was a good thing to save traffic.
But to do a live broadcast of the surgery, this …
This was simply the best thing in the world!
Peng Jia was so excited that he could not speak.
"Hello, Manager Peng, why aren't you saying anything?"
Peng Jia tried his best to speak, but his throat suddenly became hoarse. He lost his voice and could not say anything even if he wanted to.
He directly became a mute.
"If it's difficult for you, I'll refuse." Zheng Ren sighed. Perhaps he found it troublesome. However, Peng Jia did not say anything. After all, he wanted to do a live broadcast of the surgery, not a live broadcast of the surgery for teaching. He had no reason.
Just as he was about to hang up the phone, Zheng Ren heard a strange voice coming from the phone.
"Boss … Boss Zheng, wait … wait …"
"Huh?" Zheng Ren was stunned.
He could vaguely tell that this voice was Peng Jia's voice. However, it was extremely hoarse. It was as if Peng Jia on the other side of the phone was being strangled by a big hand and was fighting to the death with someone.
"Wait … Wait …"
Peng Jia drank a mouthful of water and calmed his mind. He coughed a few times before he felt better.
That was close. Boss Zheng was too quick. He did it as soon as he said he would. If he missed such a big thing, Peng Jia wondered if he would jump down from a building.
Of course, he was not idle.
As he sorted out his emotions, he searched for information about Dr. Smith.
There was a personal profile of Dr. Smith on the website of the Mayo Clinic. After all, Boss Zheng went to the Mayo Clinic for surgery. Peng Jia was still willing to understand some relevant information.
This was the world's top expert in the field of interventional surgery. He actually agreed to do a live broadcast of the surgery for teaching! Peng Jia was so excited that he almost lost his voice again.
He quickly closed the webpage to avoid missing a good opportunity.
Boss Zheng was really awesome. Peng Jia praised him in his heart. He scattered flowers, and it was bright.
"Boss Zheng, that …" Peng Jia's voice was hoarse. Halfway through his sentence, he began to organize his words.
"Manager Peng, it's fine," Zheng Ren said lightly. "I was just asking casually. Don't be embarrassed. I'll go and talk to Dr. Smith now."
"…" Peng Jia almost dropped his phone. Boss Zheng, how can you execute so well? I was just thinking about how to tell you.
"Don't, don't!" Peng Jia did not have time to pinch Zheng Ren.
"Huh?"
"This is a good thing!" Peng Jia told the truth and did not dare to hide anything anymore. "Boss Zheng, hurry up and do it. It's a good thing, a good thing!"
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