Canon was about to go bankrupt. It was said that they still had thirty years of technology reserves. This brought endless despair to the latecomers.
The professor suddenly understood. The boss was going to upgrade his technology. When the time came, if someone stood up to challenge the Nobel Prize, the boss could take out new technology at any time …
What was that word again? Brother Yun had explained it once.
Yes, face slapping. He could slap his face at any time!
Boss, it was really high!
Zheng Ren spent 20 minutes looking through the radiographic films and various examinations of the three patients before the surgery. Then, he made ward rounds. After understanding the patient's condition, Zheng Ren went to the duty room to change his clothes.
He sent a message to Little Yiren. She was still resting in the car. Zheng Ren went to the parking lot with a smile.
Day by day, he went to work, performed surgeries, saw patients, and got off work. Although it was ordinary, he got rid of the tragic fate of the chief resident and returned to the trajectory of a normal person's life.
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Sorcery Capital, the headquarters of Xinglin Garden.
Peng Jia was extremely distressed. He sat on the boss's chair and looked at the tall buildings and the river flowing into the sea. His heart was filled with countless worries and confusion.
A few months ago, there was an unfamiliar account on the website that suddenly started a live broadcast of the surgery.
Such a small matter could not attract his attention at first.
However, that live broadcast account quickly gained the favor of many doctors, causing the traffic to skyrocket when the live broadcast of the surgery was opened. The website almost crashed.
Peng Jia paid a huge price to stabilize the website.
He had also tried to find the source of the surgeon. After all, a spontaneous live broadcast did not have any restrictions. It could leave at any time, causing everything that the website had prepared to go down the drain.
However, when he followed the live broadcast signal and reached the node of the Montreal Medical Center in Canada, he was counterattacked by the other party.
All the engineers in Xinglin Garden were helpless. If the other party had not shown mercy, or if a female engineer had not suggested to stop tracking, the website would have been destroyed.
After that, Peng Jia also consulted many doctors. Their opinion was that the source of the video was a large general hospital.
This was because the skill level of the surgeon was obviously broken, and he was not operating alone.
Peng Jia was depressed and distressed. As a businessman, he did not calmly accept the traffic bestowed by the 'heavens'. Instead, he planned ahead of time and wanted to use this momentum to turn the live broadcast of the surgery into the norm.
If he could do it, it would be such a wonderful thing.
Peng Jia could almost see himself ringing the bell on Wall Street.
However, when the surgeon in the surgery live broadcast room broadcast the surgery from time to time, none of the big shots from many hospitals he contacted were willing to agree to Peng Jia's request.
Live surgery?
What a joke!
It was still the norm. No one would even occasionally do a live broadcast.
No one could guarantee that there would be no mistakes in the surgery. Once the surgery was broadcasted live, it would become an object of observation under a microscope. His peers would constantly find fault with it.
What about his academic status in the future?
Not everyone knew how to perform surgery, but who didn't know how to find faults?
Even if the surgery could be done flawlessly, was there a need to broadcast it and teach it to others?
The big shots scoffed at the money Xinglin Garden offered, but Xinglin Garden looked down on the junior doctors.
Therefore, this matter was delayed.
Just as Peng Jia had expected, after the frequency of the live broadcast of the surgery reached a certain peak, it slowly decreased until it no longer appeared.
Next, someone should be looking for him to talk about cooperation. Peng Jia saw this as a conspiracy, a business method.
Huge traffic and the qualification to be listed. How many shares does the other party want? If he was not too greedy, it did not matter if he gave some.
However, Peng Jia was very nervous. What kind of person was hired for that kind of big shot surgery? How could a force that could hire such a level of doctor not be greedy? They even wanted to buy Xinglin Garden?
However, everything was quiet, and nothing happened.
No one coveted Xinglin Garden's shares at all. No one even made a suggestion.
Time passed day by day, and Peng Jia gradually panicked.
From the looks of it, it was really a medical group that had a sudden idea and did a live broadcast. After a few months, they felt bored and left.
It did not matter if he left. Recently, the traffic of Xinglin Garden's website had plummeted!
If this continued, it would be difficult to even maintain it, let alone go public.
The greatest tragedy in life was that one was not worthy of one's ambition and had let down all the hardships along the way.
Peng Jia did his best to try and find it, but in the end, he was still disappointed.
After brainstorming and intelligence analysis again and again, Peng Jia's team and think tanks finally gave a suggestion after learning that a doctor from the mainland had been recommended as a candidate for the Nobel Prize — go find him for a live broadcast.
However, the new proposal looked very good.
Whether it was the halo of the Nobel Prize or the needs of the doctor, it seemed to be perfectly compatible with Xinglin Garden's website. However … Peng Jia could not find the person at all!
When the doctor was nominated for the Nobel Prize, he had already disappeared without a trace.
He knew that he was going to carry out a mission, but he waited day after day, week after week. He watched helplessly as the traffic of the website decreased day by day. Peng Jia was burning with anxiety, but the doctor did not appear at all.
Suddenly, one day, the doctor named Zheng Ren reappeared in the Imperial Capital Hospital. Peng Jia was ecstatic.
However, before he could look for him, Zheng Ren rushed to the frontline to carry out the earthquake relief mission.
Peng Jia felt that there must be some kind of power playing with him …
However, in the face of a disaster, Peng Jia did not have time to complain. He took out one-fifth of his working capital to donate.
This was the most he could do. Peng Jia also knew that there was no point in doing so. However, if he did not do something, he would not be able to get over the hurdle in his heart.
A week later, Zheng Ren returned to the Imperial Capital Hospital.
This time, Peng Jia did not act rashly. Instead, he waited patiently.
Perhaps it was a kind of helpless fatalism, but Peng Jia still waited for a full ten days.
Zheng Ren's work in the Imperial Capital Hospital was carried out as usual. The TIPS surgery had already been performed on two batches of patients. The patients recovered to normal after the surgery, and the effect of the surgery could be said to be perfect.
This news made Peng Jia extremely tempted.
He finally stopped hesitating. Today was the day he would rush to the Imperial Capital.
He would go and talk to Boss Zheng. If he was willing, this would definitely be a brilliant stroke to bring the website back to life.
It was a brilliant stroke.
When it was time, Peng Jia and his secretary went downstairs together, got into the car, and rushed to the airport.
The secretary contacted the connections in the Imperial Capital. He could not be like a small pharmaceutical representative and directly visit them, right?
No matter what, Peng Jia was the boss of a big company that was operating a public company.
If he wanted to talk about cooperation, he had to give a good impression.
Peng Jia had thought about all of this many times and was basically sure that it was foolproof.
However, he was still very nervous. He was a candidate for the Nobel Prize. Under such a halo, would Boss Zheng Ren be infinitely arrogant?
This was not the most terrifying thing. Peng Jia was worried that Boss Zheng would ask for too much.
He was tight on cash, and the cash flow he could take out was really limited. Perhaps he could only give up part of his shares.
But on the venture capital side …
The more Peng Jia thought about it, the more his head hurt. In the end, he got on the plane while deep in thought. He got off the plane and set foot on the land of the Imperial Capital.
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