It seemed that Boss Zheng did not care much about the operation and management of Xinglin Garden. In addition, the businessman named Xie Ning had other intentions, so he would not interfere in the operation of Xinglin Garden.
As for whether it could go public, that was another matter.
Right now, Xinglin Garden's cash flow was at its most abundant. All of this was thanks to Boss Zheng's live broadcast of the surgery.
Lei Yinghua did not continue. To be able to use the academician's workstation as a bargaining chip was already his limit.
He quietly watched the surgery.
As for whether Peng Jia agreed or not, it was not important compared to the surgery.
After removing the largest intestinal polyp, the surgeon returned his field of vision to the ordinary field of vision and began the initial slightly clumsy operation.
This time, Lei Yinghua no longer had the contempt he had at the beginning.
A microsurgery told him that there were countless details hidden under the slightly clumsy technique of the surgeon.
It was like an iceberg. What was revealed now was only the tip of the iceberg.
Lei Yinghua was not even sure that the microsurgery showed the full level of the surgeon.
Due to his own level, there were many details that he could not fully understand.
The largest polyp was removed, but the surgery was still far from over.
There were dozens of polyps in the patient's colorectum, and the number was huge. Lei Yinghua did not think that the surgeon would want to do it in batches to reduce the damage to the patient.
The surgeon's operation did not cause much side damage. Three to five days of fasting after the surgery was enough to recover.
The focus of the surgery now was whether the surgeon could maintain this stable state.
Lei Yinghua watched the surgery silently.
The chair in the conference room was a little hard. He kept changing his posture.
He felt so tired sitting down. Why was the surgeon's hand so steady? It seemed that it had never changed.
Nearly four hours later, the surgery was finally over.
What Lei Yinghua saw was stability and meticulousness from beginning to end, as if there were no emotional fluctuations or erratic state in the surgeon's body.
He was like a hard stone, unchanging since ancient times.
The colonoscope carefully swam around the intestine. After checking that there was no active bleeding, the surgery was declared over.
"Chief Peng, you have good taste. Let me know when you're done discussing the academician's workstation. "Lei Yinghua left after saying this.
Good taste? Peng Jia was a little ashamed.
However, Peng Jia instantly thought that he was the first to come into contact with Boss Zheng. He must have good taste.
Otherwise, how could there be such an unbelievable thing as a live broadcast of the surgery?
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Imperial Capital, Imperial Capital Hospital, outside the operating room.
Qin Tang sat quietly. On his phone, the doctor from the hospital who had been explaining the ESD surgery to him in real time was endlessly expressing his respect and admiration.
Qin Tang knew that he was watching a world-class surgery because of the doctor's explanation.
However, the success or failure of the surgery was not important to him.
Qin Tang's attention was focused on the patient's symptoms of drowsiness and fainting during the onset of the illness.
[Doctor Li, is my grandfather's illness the same as the patient who just underwent surgery?]
Qin Tang sent a message, interrupting the other party's overflowing excitement, which could be sensed through the phone.
[Mr. Qin, Old Mr. Qin's condition is different from this patient. It's not MW syndrome.]
The doctor poured a bucket of cold water on Qin Tang.
[Do you think Dr. Zheng can cure my grandfather?]
[It shouldn't be possible. Alzheimer's disease is still a global problem.]
Qin Tang was a little depressed. He quietly turned off his phone and handed it to his assistant, who was wearing a tight skirt. He stopped looking at the doctor's praise for Boss Zheng.
He only needed to know that Boss Zheng was a very outstanding doctor. As for the rest, it was not important.
"Doctor Zheng is indeed very powerful," Qin Tang said to Zou Yu.
"Are you sure?" Zou Yu covered her mouth and smiled. "My father's illness was diagnosed by Doctor Zheng in Shenzhen City. Later, he underwent surgery at the Imperial Capital Hospital."
"Sigh." Qin Tang sighed.
Zou Jiahua was only his uncle. At his age, the possibility of many diseases being cured was quite high.
However, his grandfather was old.
Human strength could not reverse the situation. This was fate.
"There's news that your family wants to ask Master Song to take another look at Feng Shui?" Zou Yu asked.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures. There's no good way. My family wants to use Uncle Song's secret skills to change fate and Feng Shui, "Qin Tang sighed and said.
Everyone forgot what Uncle Song's real name was.
He was the personal Feng Shui master of many wealthy families in Xiangjiang.
Uncle Song had no children and had a daughter when he was old, so he had no choice but to pass his mantle to his daughter, Song Moxu.
Song Moxu was talented and was said to surpass her father. After Uncle Song's death, she was recognized by many wealthy people and continued to be the personal Feng Shui master.
However, she rarely saw people. To ordinary people, she was a mysterious legend.
Recently, it was said that Song Moxu was pregnant with a son after getting married. She was raising the baby at home and was even more isolated from the world.
It seemed that the Qin family had paid a huge price to be able to invite Song Moxu to come out of seclusion.
However, could Feng Shui cure diseases?
This matter could be believed, but it could not be believed.
Qin Tang was a Ph.D. in economics from MIT in the United States. He had always been noncommittal about Feng Shui.
"It's good to give it a try," Zou Yu said. "Boss Zheng is indeed a top-notch doctor, but for this kind of thing, the neurology doctors in the world can't do anything about it. They can only do their best and leave it to fate."
Qin Tang nodded with a sad expression.
One was fate, two was luck, and three was Feng Shui. This was fate and could not be changed.
As they spoke, Qin Tang's assistant walked over. His expression was a little solemn as he held his phone with both hands. "Chairman Qin, it's a call from home."
Qin Tang's heart sank.
His family knew that he had come to invite Boss Zheng to treat his grandfather. What did it mean for him to suddenly call him …
His hands were a little trembling as he took the phone.
Qin Tang did not say anything and just listened quietly. He did not notice the busy tone coming from the other side of the phone. He just stared blankly at the ground not far away.
Zou Yu knew that Old Master Qin might not be able to make it.
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After the surgery, Lao He wanted to praise him, but he realized that he could not find the words.
As an anesthesiologist in the operating theater, Lao He had never come into contact with ESD surgery.
After all, it was a newly developed surgical method. Lao He did not understand it, so he could not praise it.
However, Boss Zheng did not like to talk. Could he remain silent face to face? That would be too awkward.
"Boss Zheng, this surgery of yours …"
"It's alright," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Have you come into contact with it before?" Lao He had nothing to say. He felt that he was stupid.
"When I was in Sea City, I used a colonoscope to perform an appendectomy," Zheng Ren said.
"…" Lao He really didn't know what to say this time.
Using a colonoscope to perform an appendectomy?
Was that really okay?
A single-hole laparoscope. Even Boss Zheng thought that the wound was too big!
Who said that Boss Zheng did not know how to perform minimally invasive surgery? Stand up and I promise I won't beat you to death!
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