Peng Jia did not know what Gaucher disease meant. But just this name alone made it seem like it was extremely difficult.
It was at least an A-level surgery. His first thought was hesitation. He wanted to do a live broadcast, but he was worried that the live broadcast would fail and affect the actual operation of the venture capital.
But just as he thought about it, the blue gallbladder appeared in front of him.
"Boss Zheng, I'll be in charge of contacting the hospital. It's hard to say if I can do it, but please believe that I'll definitely do my best to do this," Peng Jia said. "Money is not a problem. Xinglin Garden will pay for the child's medical expenses."
"No need," Zheng Ren said. "If it can be broadcasted live, it doesn't matter if you guys pay for it. If not, why should you pay for it? Go and contact them. I'll ask if this kind of surgery can be done. "
After that, Zheng Ren hung up and called Xie Yiren to tell her to have dinner together that night.
Peng Jia hung up the phone and suppressed the excitement and uneasiness in his heart. He sat quietly for nearly ten minutes.
Then, he began to investigate what Gaucher disease was.
First, he searched for it on his own website and then asked the relevant professionals.
The answer he got shocked Peng Jia.
It was a rare disease in the world, and there were less than a thousand sufferers in the country. The specialist doctors in the Imperial Capital and Sorcery Capital told Peng Jia that he had never performed surgery for Gaucher disease.
Did Boss Zheng really want surgery? Peng Jia was a little confused.
Doctors of the same profession were divided into two factions when it came to whether they should perform surgery or not.
On one hand, he suggested surgery, but this kind of surgery was not done in Imperial Capital, and it was the same in Sorcery Capital. It was said that it was only carried out in the northernmost Provincial Medical University First Affiliated Hospital.
There were successful cases, but there was no mention of failures.
Peng Jia believed that the difficulty of a surgery that even the Imperial Capital and Sorcery Capital were unwilling to take over would definitely soar to the sky.
However, every time he wanted to give up, the blue gallbladder always appeared in Peng Jia's mind.
He had to seize the opportunity last time. What would the traffic of the surgery live broadcast room become now? Peng Jia didn't have a specific number and could only guess.
But every time he guessed the data, Peng Jia would feel as if a knife was being twisted in his heart.
His eyesight was still not good enough, and he was too timid.
It took him more than an hour to understand Gaucher disease, and then he fell into endless meditation.
There was a great battle going on in his heart. The idea of stability and the idea of radical intertwined. Peng Jia was constantly making deductions as to where to go from here.
In the end, Peng Jia still learned his lesson. He decided that as long as Boss Zheng thought he could perform the surgery, he must broadcast it live.
He was just the boss of a company. Without Xinglin Garden, there would be other websites to fill the gap. However, Boss Zheng was different. He was a candidate for the Nobel Prize! There were countless websites in the country, but there were very few Nobel Prize candidates.
How could Boss Zheng joke around with his reputation? Absolutely not.
After straightening out the logical relationship between them, Peng Jia began to contact them.
As a professional forum website, Xinglin Garden had close ties with most of the experts, scholars, and professors in the country.
It was impossible to say how close they were. The company's resources could only be invested in key areas.
Of course, the Imperial Capital and Sorcery Capital were the most important.
Fortunately, the network in the Imperial Capital was still relatively deep. There was a high chance that Xinglin Garden would be able to handle a live broadcast of the surgery for Gaucher disease.
However, it was just an inquiry. He had the intention. Whether he wanted to do it or not, he still needed to wait for Zheng Ren's reply.
…
The night was dark, and the lights were bright.
After sending off Professor Pei and Chief Kong, who had drunk alcohol, back home, Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren went back.
It was not too late. Because Professor Pei had something on his mind and was worried about coming to sign the TIPS surgery tomorrow, the welcoming banquet ended early.
Su Yun did not drink to his heart's content. He pulled Chang Yue to find a place to drink again.
Zheng Ren did not stop him. Just because he did not drink did not mean that he would not let others drink. He only reminded Su Yun not to cause trouble after drinking. In the end, he was met with endless disdainful gazes.
Those gazes seemed to be telling Zheng Ren that mortals like him could not understand the true taste of wine.
Tomorrow, there would be a TIPS surgery. Zheng Ren was still thinking about going back to perform the surgery for Gaucher disease. He was a little absent-minded and only chatted with Little Yiren.
Smelling the faint fragrance on Little Yiren's body, Zheng Ren was very satisfied. All the irritation disappeared. A moment of peace was the home of the soul.
He returned to the Golden Palm and entered the unit door. Zheng Ren was surprised to see two identical little boys standing on the left and right side of the elevator. Every time someone came up, they would bow and say sorry.
Not far away, a couple stood, watching the children's actions.
What was going on?
Xie Yiren was also stunned for a moment before she smiled.
When the two of them walked to the elevator and the child bowed and said sorry, Xie Yiren also bowed slightly and said gently, "Thank you."
There were no other words, just a word of thanks. Zheng Ren tried his best to connect the words' sorry 'and' thank you 'together, but he could not outline a picture.
Vaguely, Zheng Ren felt tears of grievance in the eyes of the two children.
After getting into the elevator, Zheng Ren asked, "Yiren, what happened?"
"Did you go out to eat a few days ago? Sister Yue and I went home. I heard the neighbors go to their house to complain, saying that the children were naughty and pressed all the floors of the elevator. "
Oh, so that was how it was. It was not a big deal.
"I didn't expect the parents of these two children to let them stand at the elevator door to apologize. It's really unexpected," Xie Yiren said with a smile. Xie Yiren said with a smile, "I think their way of educating children and their attitude are very good, so I want to give them some encouragement."
"I don't know what to say, so thank you." Zheng Ren patted Little Yiren's furry head.
"Okay." Little Yiren nodded.
"I heard from a senior that his father took him out to play when he was young and saw beggars begging for food. Ordinary parents might whisper that they must work hard in the future, or else they will not have a job and have to beg for a living. " Zheng Ren's expression was slightly serious as he said, "The senior's father told him that he must study hard in the future and let these people have jobs in the future so that they won't be so down and out."
"This method of education is very special," Little Yiren said. (Note 1)
"Yes, I feel the same way. People were really different from each other. When they see beggars, some people will think of the Beggar Gang, some people will think of cruelty, and some people will hope that they don't become like this in the future.
But the senior's father has a different kind of heart. He has the courage to help the world. "Zheng Ren's expression was a little solemn.
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Note 1: I saw a screenshot in the fried egg. It was a post made by Sir Youth. I felt that it made sense, so I wrote it.
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