Zheng Ren pondered for a moment.
Feng Xuhui's foundation was relatively weak, and he still had to prepare the relevant equipment. Therefore, he hesitated for a few minutes and could not help but ask quietly, "Chief Zheng, what kind of surgery is this? Do we need to prepare any special supplies? "
Zheng Ren shook his head and said, "It's a very ordinary surgery. The top journal of imaging is' Radiology ', Johns Hopkins
The researchers from Medicine published the 1-year clinical trial data on this page. The embolization of the left gastric artery can effectively control the amount of food consumed, achieve the goal of diet control, weight loss, and blood sugar reduction. "
To Zheng Ren, this was a 'small' surgery. It was just the embolization of the left gastric artery. Compared to the TIPS surgery and the two-handed surgery method used to rescue Chief Miao, it could not be any smaller.
Feng Xuhui had never even dreamed of this kind of latest technology. When he was in high school, a female classmate of Feng Xuhui only ate one apple a day in order to lose weight. Five days later, she fainted in class from hunger.
This matter left a deep impression on Feng Xuhui. Girls really worked hard for the sake of beauty. And those who did not get fat were really favored by the heavens.
If they could only do interventional surgery to lose weight and there were no scars, wouldn't that be a very good surgery?
Feng Xuhui felt that this surgery was very promising.
A few days ago, Hu Yanhui was always clamoring about losing weight. If she knew that she could do interventional surgery to lose weight, he did not know if she would choose to do it.
"Boss, I think the effect is still average. The report said that the body weight would be reduced by 11% a year after the surgery. This figure is a little low," Su Yun said.
"Brother Yun, you can't say that." Lin Jiaojiao smiled and said, "11% is already a lot! A girl who weighs 110 pounds can lose 98 pounds. This kind of effect is a dream! "
With this calculation, everyone understood.
This was simply a gold mine! It was the kind that could be found in the open. As long as one bent down to pick up the money, it would be fine.
Not to mention the world, just the weight loss market in the country alone had a capacity of tens of billions every year. Moreover, none of the current methods could guarantee the effect. It was nonsense if the advertisement did not count. Anyone who believed in advertisements would pay an IQ tax.
"Sister Lin, your patient is staying in the community hospital. Does this comply with the regulations?" Zheng Ren asked with a frown.
"Now that community hospitals are introducing social capital, let's take the private hospital model, and I'll only be a shareholder. Boss Zheng, you don't have to worry about the specifics in this area. I definitely won't mess around and cause you trouble. If you agree, I'll find time to let Brother Yun take a look. "Lin Jiaojiao was very thorough. As soon as Zheng Ren said that, she filled in all the loopholes.
Zheng Ren glanced at Sun Ming and saw the undisguised anticipation in his eyes. He knew that Lin Jiaojiao must have promised him something.
If the community hospital became his harem, Sun Ming would get some benefits, but the benefits would definitely not be big. He would never show such an expression.
He was afraid of being poor.
It wasn't a big deal to reject Lin Jiaojiao, but if he were to reject something that would benefit everyone …
Zheng Ren nodded and said, "Sister Lin, I've decided not to use the Narita hospital model."
"Don't worry, Boss Zheng. I'm also a medical doctor. I still have this bit of persistence. How could he not be satisfied with such a big piece of cake? It was not worth it to use these little tricks to earn some money that could not see the light of day. "What we earn is the money of technology and conscience." When Lin Jiaojiao saw that Zheng Ren had agreed, she immediately felt relieved and smiled brightly. "Boss Zheng, a toast to you."
Zheng Ren picked up the water in front of him and gestured from afar.
"Boss Zheng, I'm going to invest 30 million in five beds first. Do you think it's appropriate?" Lin Jiaojiao put down the wine glass and asked.
"Chief Kong and Director Sun think it doesn't matter to me. I'm only in charge of performing surgeries and practicing more. "Zheng Ren was not prepared to earn money in this area. This was also a way to avoid risks. To Lin Jiaojiao, this was a big piece of cake. However, to Zheng Ren, the remaining 95 beds were what he wanted.
There was no need for him to compete with Lin Jiaojiao for such a small thing.
Unknowingly, a bed of a few million was just a small amount of money in Zheng Ren's eyes. He did not need to care at all.
Feng Xuhui was dumbfounded. Boss Zheng did not even blink at an investment of 30 million yuan. It was really …
Boss Zheng's business was getting bigger and bigger. Even private hospitals had to get involved, but they did not take the money and gave it to others.
This was secondary. Lin Jiaojiao's price of six million yuan per bed really shocked Feng Xuhui.
Such a high price made him feel a little dizzy just thinking about it.
Previously, Lin Jiaojiao was afraid that Zheng Ren would refuse.
It was not that Zheng Ren could not do it even if he refused. This surgery was only considered moderately difficult and definitely could not be compared to the embolization surgery for pelvic fractures. However, Zheng Ren was a candidate for the Nobel Prize and a visiting professor at the Mayo Clinic in the United States. Once he carried out the surgery, it would definitely explode the market.
These investments were all worth it.
Besides, where did he not need to invest? Boss Zheng was so honest and simple. He was the best partner.
After calming down, Lin Jiaojiao became adept at dancing and singing at the table. The previous oppressive atmosphere was swept away.
Xie Yiren was very interested in Hei Zi. From time to time, she would come over to chat. However, Hei Zi was indifferent to Xie Yiren's kindness. He always squatted or lay between Zheng Ren and Su Yun.
After dinner, Lin Jiaojiao even invited Zheng Ren to sing for a while, but Zheng Ren refused. After getting into Xie Yiren's car, Zheng Ren said, "Let's go back to the hospital."
Xie Yiren nodded and drove straight to the Imperial Capital Hospital.
"Chief Miao has stepped down. He's in the ICU. His condition is still good. The neurosurgery department has determined that he should be fine." Su Yun contacted and received the latest news.
Zheng Ren was silent.
Xie Yiren saw that Zheng Ren's condition did not seem to be right. She reached out her right hand and gently held Zheng Ren's hand.
It was cold.
His hand, which had always been warm, had now become cold, like a piece of ice. Xie Yiren did not say anything to comfort him. She just held his hand and maintained the speed of the car at about 30 miles per hour. She did not dare to drive too fast.
"Hey, if you guys want to be lovey-dovey, can you go home? I'll go out for a drink with Chang Yue tonight, okay? "Su Yun said.
"Su Yun, what do you think about not doing clinical work in the future and doing basic research?" Zheng Ren suddenly said in silence.
"…" Su Yun was stunned.
When he was at the Mayo Clinic, Dr. Charles Moore had tried to persuade him twice, but Zheng Ren had only been perfunctory. Su Yun was sure that he would not be moved.
But after he came back …
Thinking of Chief Miao lying in a pool of blood, Su Yun let out a long sigh.
After a long time, Su Yun smiled and said, "You? I don't believe it. "
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These few days, he had a mild cold and was a little uncomfortable. He indulged himself and watched a thing made by Nai Fei. It was called 'Love, Death, Robot'. He especially liked the shapeshifters, blue, and the last episode. There was a short story in each episode. Originally, he wanted to wait until the "Live Room" was finished writing before reading it, but he could not hold it in yesterday.
Also: Recommend a book written by a friend, 'The Magnificence of Movies'.
This was the story of an ordinary person who returned to 2008 and mistakenly entered the film and television industry. Zhou Jin accidentally experienced the magnificence of movies, so he wanted to go to that dazzling art palace to take a look. This book was slow, single female lead, and no system.
Actually, at the beginning, the system was just a prelude. I had designed another plot in the part of the System. However, now that I have feelings for the System, I don't dare to use it, and I don't want to use it. I'm afraid that everyone will say that I'm writing blindly and letting my imagination run wild. In the next book, I will also write without a system and purely urban. The protagonist has hyperamnesia. It's not a spoiler. The first sentence of the next book will say so. If someone wrote it before me, it's not plagiarism.
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