Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Canon was about to go bankrupt, and it was said that it still had thirty years of technological reserves. This brought endless despair to the latecomers.
The professor suddenly understood. The boss was going to upgrade his technology. When someone stood up to challenge the Nobel Prize, the boss could bring out new technology at any time…
What was that word again? Brother Yun had explained it.
Yes, face-smacking. Face-smacking could happen at any time!
The boss was so high and mighty!
Zheng Ren spent 20 minutes to look through the radiographic films and various examinations of the three patients before the operation. Then, he made ward round and gained an understanding of the patients’ conditions. Only then did Zheng Ren go to the duty room to change his clothes.
He sent a message to Little Yiren, who was still resting in the car. Zheng Ren went to the parking lot with a smile on his face.
The days passed one by one. He went to work, did surgery, saw a doctor, and got off work. Although it was nothing special, he escaped the fate of the miserable chief resident and returned to the track of a normal person’s life.
A few days later, Professor Shen joined the third medical team to go to the front line to provide support. The team temporarily lost one person, but it did not affect his work.
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In Shanghai, the headquarters of the website of Xinglin Garden…
Peng Jia was extremely distressed. He sat on the boss’s chair and looked at the tall buildings and the river that flowed into the sea. There were countless worries and perplexities in his heart.
A few months ago, there was an unfamiliar account on the website that suddenly opened a live broadcast of the surgery.
Such a small matter could not attract his attention at the beginning.
However, that live broadcast account quickly gained the favor of many doctors. When the live broadcast of the surgery was opened, the traffic soared and the website almost collapsed.
Peng Jia paid a huge price to stabilize the website.
He had also tried to find the source of the operator. After all, a spontaneous livestream had no binding force and could leave at any time. Everything that the website had prepared would go down the drain.
However, when he went to the node of the Montreal Medical Center in Canada to search for the livestream signal, he was counterattacked by the other party.
All the engineers in Xinglin Garden were helpless. If the other party had not shown mercy and if a female engineer had not proposed to stop the tracking at that time, the website would have been destroyed.
After that, Peng Jia also consulted a lot of doctors. Their opinion was that the source of the video was a large and comprehensive hospital.
This was because the skill level of the surgeon was very obvious, and it was not just one person who was performing the surgery.
Peng Jia was depressed and distressed. As a businessman, he did not calmly accept this flow of traffic that ‘God’ had given him. Instead, he planned ahead and wanted to make use of this momentum to make the live broadcast of the surgery become normal.
If he could do it, it would be such a wonderful thing.
Peng Jia seemed to be able to see his figure ringing the bell on Wall Street.
However, when the surgery was broadcasted live from time to time, none of the big shots from the many hospitals he contacted were willing to agree to Peng Jia’s request.
Live broadcast surgery?
What a joke!
It was still normal. No one would even do the occasional live broadcast.
No one could guarantee that the surgery would not go wrong. Once the surgery was broadcasted live, it would become an observation under a microscope, and peers would constantly find faults.
Would they still need to have an academic status in the future?
Not everyone might be able to perform the surgery, but who would not be able to find faults!
Even if the surgery could be done perfectly, was there a need to broadcast it live and teach it to others?
The money given by Xinglin Garden’s website was scoffed at by the big shots, but Xinglin Garden, did not care about the junior doctor.
So, this matter was delayed just like that.
Just as Peng Jia had expected, after the frequency of the surgery’s live broadcast reached a certain peak, then it slowly decreased until it never appeared again.
Next, someone would be looking for him to discuss a cooperation. Peng Jia saw this as a conspiracy, a commercial method.
A huge amount of traffic, the right to go public, how many shares did the other party want? If he was not too greedy, it did not matter if he gave him something.
However, Peng Jia was very nervous. What kind of person would be hired for that kind of god-level surgery? How could a party that could hire such a level of doctor not be greedy? Did they want to buy Xinglin Garden?
However, everything was quiet. Nothing happened.
No one coveted the shares of Xinglin Garden. There was not even a person who suggested it.
As the days passed, Peng Jia gradually began to panic.
It seemed that some medical group had really thought of it at the spur of the moment and made a live broadcast. After a few months, they felt bored and left.
It did not matter if he left. Recently, the traffic on the website of Xinglin Garden was plummeting!
If this continued, forget about going public, it would be difficult to even maintain it.
The greatest tragedy in life was that he was not worthy of his ambition and had let down all the hardships he had suffered along the way.
Peng Jia did his best to try and find him, but in the end, he was still disappointed.
After brainstorming and intelligent analysis, 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, then planned to look for him for a live broadcast.
The new proposal looked very beautiful.
Whether it was the Nobel Prize halo or the need of the doctor, it seemed to be perfectly compatible with Xinglin Garden. But… Peng Jia could not find him 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 after waiting day after day, week after week, and watching the website’s traffic decrease 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 at 912 hospital. Peng Jia was ecstatic.
But before he could find him, Zheng Ren went to the front line to carry out an earthquake relief mission.
Peng Jia felt that there must be some force 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 best he could do. Peng Jia also knew that there was no point in doing so. However, if he did not do anything, he would not be able to get over the hurdle in his heart.
One week later, Zheng Ren returned to 912.
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.
Chief Zheng Ren work at the Imperial Capital’s 912 carried out as usual. TIPS surgery had already been performed on two batches of patients, and the patients returned to normal after the surgery. The effect of the surgery could be said to be perfect.
These news made Peng Jia’s heart beat rapidly.
He finally did not hesitate anymore. Today was the day that he would fly to the Imperial Capital.
He would go and talk to Chief Zheng. If he was willing, this would definitely be the website’s brilliant stroke of resurrection.
Brilliant idea.
When the time was up, Peng Jia and his secretary went downstairs, got in the car, and rushed to the airport.
The secretary contacted the people in Imperial Capital. He could not just be like a small pharmaceutical representative, directly licking his face and paying them a visit, right?
No matter what, Peng Jia was the boss of a large company.
To talk about cooperation, he had to give a good impression.
Peng Jia had calculated all of this many times and was basically sure that everything was safe.
However, he was still very nervous. He was a Nobel Prize candidate. Under the halo, would Chief Zheng Ren be extremely arrogant?
This was not the most terrifying thing. Peng Jia was worried that boss Zheng would ask for too much.
His money was tight, so the cash that 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 he felt a headache. In the end, he got on the plane while he was deep in thought. He got off the plane and set foot on the land of the Imperial Capital.
