After Peng Jia got off the plane, his secretary contacted Chief Qi of the Imperial Capital Hospital.
As a medical professional website, it was necessary to have some familiar connections and know some big shots. Director Qi was one of the trump cards of Xinglin Garden's website. However, Peng Jia knew very well how useful this trump card could be without any conflicts of interest.
Introducing, meeting, it was as easy as lifting a finger. However, it was probably impossible for Chief Qi to show his face.
Peng Jia was extremely nervous along the way as he rushed to the 912.
This was a matter of life and death for Xinglin Garden. If this was a battle, it was a battle that had to be won.
Failure meant that no one was interested in Xinglin Garden in the third round of venture capitalists.
However, he had no confidence in this at all.
The halo of a Nobel Prize candidate was simply too big. It was so big that Peng Jia could not bear it.
When he arrived at the Imperial Capital Hospital, he waited at the entrance of the ultrasound department. There was a continuous stream of people.
Peng Jia suddenly thought of his original dream — to let doctors have a professional platform to communicate, promote each other, improve medical standards, and make the world painless.
However, it was really difficult to do it.
He was a little stunned. Ten minutes later, Chief Qi came out of the eleventh consultation room. His secretary whispered in his ear and Peng Jia followed behind Chief Qi to the chief's office.
After entering the office, Chief Qi sat down casually.
Peng Jia bowed slightly with a professional smile on his face. Every detail was perfect. It did not make Chief Qi feel that he did not value it, nor did he have the illusion that he was overly enthusiastic.
"Hello, Chief Qi. I'm Peng Jia. I've heard a lot about you. It's a pleasure to meet you, "Peng Jia said politely.
"I'll contact Boss Zheng for you, but it's hard to say if it will work. The specifics will depend on your communication with Boss Zheng, "Chief Qi said as he held his phone in his hand.
As expected.
Peng Jia revealed a smile and said, "It's just some business matters. Director Qi, it would be a great favor for you to recommend me. As for whether or not it will work out, I'll talk to Boss Zheng again. "
Chief Qi looked at Peng Jia with a strange look in his eyes, but he did not say anything. Instead, he picked up his phone.
"Hello, is this Boss Zheng?"
"A business friend wants to visit you. Do you have time?"
"Okay, then I'll ask them to wait for you at the entrance of the operating room."
After that, Chief Qi hung up the phone.
"Interventional surgery. Boss Zheng just finished the TIPS surgery," Chief Qi said casually as if he was thinking about something.
Peng Jia didn't care.
Could he make Director Qi fall for him? What a joke.
To be able to make a phone call and pull strings was already considered to have done a good job in public relations.
He bowed deeply to Director Qi, said a few polite words, and turned to leave.
Director Qi watched Peng Jia leave with a smile on his face.
This Little Zheng really knew how to cause trouble.
The TIPS surgery, which was known as the most difficult in the field of interventional surgery, was as easy as cutting a melon in his hands. A few days ago, Chief Qi was curious and went to watch a surgery.
After reading it, he was silent for a long time.
This was not a traditional TIPS surgery. After Chief Qi saw Zheng Ren's hand surgery, he felt that he had fallen behind.
It was no wonder that he could be recommended and compete for the Nobel Prize. He had the real thing.
Not only was he good at surgery, but Boss Zheng was also very good at diagnosis.
The first contact was with a young female patient with cholesterol granuloma in her right breast. When Chief Qi saw Zheng Ren skillfully perform the puncture under the ultrasound and take the pathological tissue biopsy, with his standard, he could not find any problems.
Even if Chief Qi personally performed it, he could only do it to this extent.
Young people were really amazing.
Chief Qi did not even want to think about Zheng Ren. Every time he thought of this honest young man, Chief Qi felt that he was old.
Xinglin Garden was very fast. Manager Peng had found the right way. He just did not know if Boss Zheng could recognize the value of Xinglin Garden …
However, this had nothing to do with Chief Qi. He recalled the process of Zheng Ren performing the TIPS surgery and was stunned for a few seconds. Then, he relaxed, stretched his back, stood up, and continued to do the ultrasound.
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Peng Jia came to the door of the interventional surgery room and waited.
He had never seen Zheng Ren in person, but he had seen photos. He was a very young doctor, so young that it made people's hair stand on end.
At first, Peng Jia did not believe it. Could such a young man be recommended for the Nobel Prize?
However, the facts told him that all of this was true.
Peng Jia stood at the door of the operating theater. He was not anxious. He first took two deep breaths and then pressed the button on the intercom.
"Who are you looking for?" The intercom lit up. The light shone on Peng Jia's face. It was uncertain, just like his thoughts.
"Hello, I'm looking for Zheng Ren, Boss Zheng." Peng Jia tried his best to make his micro-expressions impeccable, trying his best to leave the most perfect impression on everyone.
"Boss Zheng! Someone is looking for you! "Judging from the voice, the nurse was relatively old.
"Okay, got it."
The voice stopped abruptly. The intercom was turned off, and the light on Peng Jia's face disappeared.
He was finally going to see the main character. At the most critical moment of life and death, Peng Jia took two deep breaths, calmed his heart, and looked at the door calmly.
There were so many big shots, but none of them were willing to do a live broadcast of the surgery. Would this Little Zheng be willing?
Peng Jia was a little worried. In fact, he already had the answer in his heart — why would he be willing?
However, Peng Jia would not be willing to give it a try.
Soon, the door of the operating theater opened, and a doctor wearing an isolation suit walked out.
He took off his sterile mask and took a deep breath. He looked at Peng Jia and asked, "I'm Zheng Ren. Are you looking for me?"
Uh …
Zheng Ren's face still had traces of the bruises dissipating. He did not look very serious.
He was already young, and with the bruises in the background, Peng Jia almost did not dare to recognize him at first glance.
However, he reacted very quickly. He immediately dispelled the confusion that should not have appeared in his heart. A warm smile appeared on his face, and he reached out his hand and said, "Hello, Boss Zheng. I'm Peng Jia, the CEO and president of Xinglin Garden website."
"Xinglin Garden?" Zheng Ren reached out his hand and shook Peng Jia's hand. He was a little confused.
He had gone to Xinglin Garden a few days ago. Why was its CEO looking for him?
"Yes." Peng Jia nodded and smiled. "Boss Zheng, when is it convenient for you? There are some things I want to discuss with you."
"What is it?" Zheng Ren was still very confused.
He let go of his hand and looked at Peng Jia, guessing what manager Peng wanted to do.
"This …"
"Oh, it's not convenient to talk here, right? Then wait for me. I'll change my clothes and come out." Zheng Ren was very easy-going. Seeing Peng Jia's troubled expression, he immediately understood what he meant.
Zheng Ren immediately went to the changing room and left a message for Little Yiren. Then, he began to change his clothes.
"Boss, who's looking for you?"
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