While Zheng Ren was in a daze, Peng Jia was banging his head against the wall in Xinglin Garden.
He saw the video of the surgery. It was the video of Zheng Ren stripping the porcelain gallbladder last night.
After the video was recorded, Professor Yang sent a copy to Lao He. Lao He's restless heart began to become unstable.
He uploaded the video to Xinglin Garden's website and left a sensational title — Dark Blue Ghost, Evil in the Abdominal Cavity.
This video quickly attracted the attention of countless people, and the number of downloads was super high.
After all, the general surgery department was a major department. The number of doctors in the country who were engaged in general surgery and related specialties was at least ten times that of interventional doctors.
Faced with the sudden influx of traffic, Peng Jia also paid attention to it. When he saw the glistening blue gallbladder, he was in a bad mood.
He could not understand the technique.
However, the data was cold and objective. It silently explained everything.
If it was meaningless, why would so many people download the surgery to watch?
Yesterday, he had made up his mind to do a live broadcast of the surgery. Although Peng Jia knew that to broadcast this surgery live, he needed the consent of the 912 hospital. It was different from Zheng Ren's live broadcast.
Even if Xinglin Garden mobilized all its strength, it would be very difficult to settle this matter within half an hour.
But even if it could not be done, it also proved his eyesight. As a businessman, his eyesight had to be as accurate as a knife when it came to investments.
Peng Jia still remembered the conversation last night. Boss Zheng said that he could do it, but the risk of the surgery was quite high. It was not an ordinary porcelain gallbladder.
Then … Then he f * cking gave up.
Peng Jia's mind was filled with convincing the leaders of the 912 hospital. The live broadcast went smoothly. Then, the surgery live broadcast room exploded like an atomic bomb. The huge power swept through the world.
Venture capitalists swarmed over. They sat in the office and watched them bid against each other.
Without even needing him to say anything, the third round of venture capital would soar to more than 100 million US dollars. At the same time, they would also bring the documents to be listed on NASDAQ.
In a flash …
It was just a matter of a thought!
Peng Jia really wanted to hit his head against the wall. Why didn't he persist? Just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit!
When he called Hu Yanhui, hadn't he already decided to listen to her opinion? However, he did not believe in Hu Yanhui's luck or Boss Zheng's technique. When he heard that the surgery was extremely difficult and was an S-grade surgery, he gave up on the idea of a live broadcast.
Peng Jia was depressed and irritable for a long time before he calmed down.
He watched the video again and again. At the end of the video, the gallbladder was broken with a gentle touch of the hemostatic forceps. He felt more and more remorseful.
Boss Zheng did not lie. Even a layman like him could see that the gallbladder was really worthy of being called a porcelain gallbladder. It was really very brittle.
However, the more it was like this, the better the effect of the live broadcast of the surgery would be.
The past could not be chased. Peng Jia quickly sorted out his emotions and began to think about the future.
As he was thinking, his secretary knocked on the door.
"Boss, it's Hu Yanhui."
"Connect it," Peng Jia's facial muscles stiffened as he said in a hoarse voice.
He sat firmly on the chair, lit a cigarette, and then picked up the phone.
"I am Peng Jia."
"Hmm? Is it Cui Lao from the Academy of Engineering? "
"Where is Boss Zheng now?"
"Got it. Keep an eye on that side and report back to me."
With that, Peng Jia hung up the phone.
It seemed that his judgment was right. The treasure of the 912 town hospital, Cui Lao, an academician of the Academy of Engineering, had actually gone to Department Chief Kong to ask for him.
However, was Boss Zheng that powerful?
Just as this question appeared in Peng Jia's mind, he slapped himself in the face.
D * mn, did he still not remember his mistake last night?
What a painful realization.
All the doubts about Boss Zheng were f * cking wrong!
He had to believe in Boss Zheng!
Even Cui Lao could not help but be a candidate for the Nobel Prize. How could he still doubt him? Originally, life did not need too many decisions. As long as he followed behind a sage and did whatever he did, it would be enough.
Cui Lao was already so old that he could shed all pretense of cordiality and go to the Intervention Department to ask for him. This was such a big hint. If he still hesitated, he would not be able to be a human anymore.
Peng Jia quickly adjusted his mentality, opened WeChat, and left a message for Hu Yanhui, asking her to pay attention to the development of this matter.
After finishing everything, Peng Jia let out a long sigh. He leaned back on the chair and pondered seriously.
It seemed that no matter how much importance he attached to it, he still underestimated Boss Zheng in the end.
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"Boss, Lil Fugui is looking for you." Su Yun held his phone in his hand and smoked. This guy could not survive without his phone.
Sometimes, Zheng Ren felt that the best way to communicate with him was in the virtual space, using his phone to communicate.
Even when he was face to face with him, he did not speak … Forget it, it was better not to speak. The moment he spoke, it would be those unpleasant words.
"Why are you looking for me?" Zheng Ren asked.
After asking, the professor pushed the door open and walked out.
"Oh my god, Boss, why are you hiding here?" Professor Rudolf Wagner said in a surprised tone, but looking at the expression on his face, it was clear that he was gloating.
The professor and Su Yun had learned bad things, Zheng Ren thought to himself.
Behind the professor was Granit from Geneva Hospital in Switzerland, whom he had met yesterday.
He was a little embarrassed.
"Boss, Granit went back and thought about it. He still did what you said," Professor Rudolf Wagner said with a smile. "In the end, his asthma was cured."
"That's not asthma."
"Well, definitely not," the professor said and touched Granit.
The expression on Granit's face began to become interesting. He said a lot of words, but Zheng Ren did not understand. Su Yun's face revealed a smile that deserved a beating.
"Boss, Granit said that he is very impressed with your medical skills. The rest of the wave is full of praise for you, so I won't translate it, "the professor said.
"It's fine." Zheng Ren waved his hand.
The professor turned around and arrogantly said a bunch of things to Granit. Zheng Ren felt that the professor and Su Yun had a good relationship. This was inevitable. Because the two of them, in a sense, were the same kind of people.
The two of them exchanged a few words. The professor said, "Granit wants to see your surgery. The main purpose of his visit this time is to learn the new TIPS surgery."
"Is there a large number of surgeries at Geneva Hospital?" Su Yun asked.
"Brother Yun, there are almost no similar patients at Geneva Hospital, but it does not affect Granit from going to Africa to perform surgery. I think the number of surgeries he provides is very large, "the professor said.
"Go and sign the contract first. Then, we'll come back bit by bit." Zheng Ren was thinking about another thing in his mind — how could he popularize the needle insertion method of TIPS surgery in a more easy-to-understand way?
"Boss, generally speaking, asthma is caused by bronchospasm. How do you know that it's not bronchospasm but airway stenosis?" Su Yun asked curiously.
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There were still two more chapters. In the afternoon. In the afternoon. Try to recover tomorrow ~
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