Zheng Ren continued to train in the System. He had less time to think and performed surgeries faster and faster.
On average, each surgery earned him around 450 skill points.
Zheng Ren sighed. This was indeed the most difficult interventional surgery. He could tell just by looking at the increase in skill points.
His Peak surgical skills were probably honed from performing extremely difficult surgeries. Always performing appendectomies … Would it take him a thousand years to reach the Peak level?
Even if he could live that long, he would never reach the Peak level. The more he performed the same type of surgery, the fewer skill points he earned.
Unknowingly, the skill points, experience points, and surgical training time that Zheng Ren had accumulated like a squirrel in the winter were all used up!
His skill in interventional surgery had also reached 29,830 points after accumulating 450 Skill Points from one surgery.
He was so close to becoming a Grandmaster.
Zheng Ren looked at the empty System space and finally noticed the two remaining golden treasure chests, which attracted his attention like coquettish little sluts.
He would give it a try. He had no intention of getting rich overnight.
With a thought, the two gold treasure chests were opened at the same time.
Zheng Ren sighed as his dried up experience points rose rapidly. These two chests were really good stuff.
When the light faded, he discovered that he had obtained nearly 30,000 experience points, a skill book with 3,000 cases of gastrointestinal dissection experience, and a Master-level skill book for ultrasonography.
Although he was not satisfied, the two treasure chests were satisfactory and the skills were commonly used in the clinic. Zheng Ren immediately learned both books.
He was a little more than 100 skill points away from reaching the Grandmaster level in interventional surgery. Zheng Ren was excited.
His goal had been to reach the Grandmaster level, but he had not expected it to be within reach so quickly.
Zheng Ren quickly exchanged for two hours of surgical training time and performed another prostate interventional embolization.
Now, Zheng Ren could control the surgery time to around two hours, which was undoubtedly a huge improvement. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could only reach 90% of the surgery's completion rate.
Hopefully, the Grandmaster level of interventional surgery would bring some changes.
One hour and 49 minutes later, the System's surgery completion rate was still less than 91%.
However, the improvement in his skills had gone from quantitative to qualitative. Zheng Ren had finally reached the Grandmaster level in interventional surgery.
There was no golden light radiating in all directions, and there were no heavenly maidens scattering flowers. Everything was calm, as if nothing had changed.
Zheng Ren sat by the small pond and slowly closed his eyes. His fingers moved slightly as if there was a micro-guide wire in his hands. It passed through various blood vessels at will and reached the desired location.
Yes, this was the feeling.
Half an hour later, Zheng Ren opened his eyes. His eyes were clear and bright, just like a pool of water.
"So this is what it feels like to be a Grand Master."
Zheng Ren understood. The System's operating theater rose from the ground and he began to operate with the standard of a Grandmaster in interventional surgery.
As expected, the quantitative change had led to a qualitative change. After crossing the invisible mountain, he saw a vast expanse of heaven and earth.
Prostate interventional surgery: 1 hour and 32 minutes. Surgery completion rate: 100%!
Zheng Ren smiled and bought a bottle of energy serum.
When he opened the bottle, the unaccustomed scent of mint wafted out.
Zheng Ren frowned and raised the energy potion at the little fox across the pond.
This is a toast to victory.
After drinking the energy potion, he exited the System.
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Biosensors International's Pan-East Asia Regional President, Huang Zhishan, 40 years old, Singaporean Chinese.
He had grown up in the United States and received a traditional Western education. After graduating from Caltech, he had tried to start a business in Silicon Valley but failed.
However, he did not give up. Instead, he became braver.
Now, at 40 years old, he was at the peak of his life and full of energy and creativity. This time, he had won. He had guided the sinking ship to an escape route.
Huang Zhishan was proud of himself. It seemed like he had succeeded in withstanding the pressure of the other board members and staking everything on one throw.
After sending Professor Rudolf Wagner on a plane back to Germany, he returned to his office and looked down at the beautiful Huangpu River. In his mind, he planned for the future.
Would he offend the top professors in Imperial Capital and the country because of this? That would not be a problem.
In interventional surgery, the most profitable equipment did not come from internal organs. More than half of it came from cardiac interventional surgery, followed by neurological and peripheral vascular interventional surgery.
Prostate interventional surgery was just a stepping stone. He could use this opportunity to squeeze into hospitals that only allowed patients to enter. Then, with insurance reimbursement, he would be able to take the first steps.
As for the special production line for Professor Rudolf Wagner's prostate surgery, it was not in Huang Zhishan's mind.
It was just a waste, wasn't it?
It had already served its purpose. After completing the most important surgery, it would be time to retire from the stage of history. In Huang Zhishan's opinion, prostate interventional surgery was not suitable for the average person. It would cost as much as targeted cancer drugs.
In the future, Biosensors International's focus would be on cardiac catheters and stents. Next, they would have to engage in hand-to-hand combat with international manufacturers!
Huang Zhishan did not panic or fear. Instead, he was excited and impulsive. It was time to fight. He would use the blood and bones of his opponents to pave the way for his throne.
What could make him happier than this?
Huang Zhishan did not know what his so-called "opponents" were up to. Although no one could see it, he smiled mockingly.
He picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"It's me."
"What are those losers in Imperial Capital doing now?"
"Don't worry about them. We have to celebrate this Christmas."
Huang Zhishan put down his phone. He was pleased with himself, but there was a tinge of regret.
When the top experts in the field of interventional surgery had learned of the success of Professor Rudolf Wagner's surgery, they were dissatisfied and even indignant.
However, they did not have a specialized production line. Moreover, interventional surgery had entered the country late, and they had long passed the golden age for surgery.
Like Wu Haishi and Old Wu, many had chosen to leave Imperial Capital overnight.
In Huang Zhishan's opinion, they had left with their tails between their legs, bringing a brilliant chapter to his victory. However, this chapter lacked a certain note, which made it imperfect.
Unfortunately, they did not resist stubbornly. It would have been perfect if someone had tried prostate interventional embolization.
However, this was only a small regret. It did not affect the bigger picture.
Huang Zhishan stood up and waltzed to the bar counter. He opened a bottle of scarlet wine and poured it into a glass.
As he swirled the glass, the color of the wine on the wall looked like thick blood.
He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the Huangpu River and Huaxia's financial center. His heart was filled with pride.
He raised his glass to the bright lights outside the window and said softly, "This toast is to victory."
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