Chapter 1041: with translation of chapter title

It is said that maintaining a private jet costs a lot of money, not to mention hundreds of millions, but tens of millions per year are always needed, and that's still for a jet that can't even be shown off.

If it's a private jet converted from a large airliner like Trump's or some prince's, the annual maintenance cost alone would be several hundred million.

Is the Zou family really that rich? Zheng Ren's thoughts have already flown to the clouds.

Su Yun then said with a smile: "Of course, right, Boss?"

"Oh, okay." Zheng Ren still hadn't caught his breath.

"I'm very happy to travel with you." Zou Jia Hua said a nice-sounding but meaningless line, and was immediately interrupted by Zheng Ren.

"By the way, not only am I going to the Mayo Clinic in the United States, but I also need to go to Heidelberg University Medical Center in Germany afterward—are you coming too?" Zheng Ren asked.

Zou Jia Hua returned a smile and nodded, which counted as an answer.

"Alright, let's go to the hospital first." Zheng Ren said.

"……" Zou Jia Hua was stunned for a moment, going to the hospital? What for?

After a pause, he asked in confusion: "Going to the hospital? Doctor Zheng, are you going to fetch surgical instruments? If so, we can order them from the manufacturer at any time; they will surely meet any of your requirements."

"No, I have to see patients every morning; that's necessary." Zheng Ren replied as a matter of course.

Zou Jia Hua was speechless.

He himself makes tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, in a minute, yet he actually wants to waste his time seeing ordinary patients.

Such a behavior pattern is incomprehensible to Zou Jia Hua.

Su Yun laughed and said: "Doctors, after all, aren't your personal physicians; they must first see patients."

Zou Jia Hua ignored the jab in Su Yun's words, nodded, and said: "Then let's set off."

The time was still early, traffic wasn't too heavy, and they arrived at 912 around 7:30.

Zheng Ren changed into a white coat and checked the wards.

The patients who underwent surgery yesterday were stable, and those in Gan Dan Wai Ke and Xiao Hua Nei Ke also had no issues. Zheng Ren gave some instructions, took out a suitcase from Xiao Yi Ren's car, and then went together with Su Yun and Professor Rudolf Wagner to Zou Jia Hua's car.

All the way rushing to the airport, Zheng Ren had no expectations whatsoever for a private jet.

As fragmented knowledge, Zheng Ren had a slight understanding of private jets, but it wasn't very deep.

Upon arriving at the airport, Zheng Ren finally broadened his horizons.

Generally speaking, for each private jet trip, the airport's relevant units are responsible for arranging the crew. There are dedicated personnel who handle boarding and other services, and they use the VIP channel.

However, the Zou family's private jet uses its own pilots and crew. Zheng Ren didn't see them at all; he guessed they were already waiting on the plane.

Another difference is that passengers on ordinary private jets also undergo security checks, with the same standards as regular passengers, and prohibited items cannot be brought at all.

But the Zou family's procedures are complete, directly omitting the security check requirements.

Those who don't know may never know; those who do are shocked without even realizing it.

Zheng Ren felt in his heart that the conduct of such mega-rich tycoons was truly not in the same world as himself.

Could be considered another dimension? Let's just call it the second dimension.

The shuttle bus arrived at a corner of the airport, and a row of flight attendants were already lined up waiting.

Perfect etiquette and smiling expressions made one feel like basking in a spring breeze. Zheng Ren glanced at the plane—it wasn't an ordinary Gulfstream series, but rather… a modified Boeing aircraft.

This is too luxurious, isn't it? Zheng Ren was stunned this time by the Zou family's wealth.

Actually, what Zou Jia Hua said earlier is correct—ordinary people have no concept of money, especially amounts beyond a certain threshold.

Cash is indeed eye-catching and can display a different kind of impact.

Yet this impact had no chance to manifest before Zheng Ren, while the Boeing 747-8 at that moment genuinely stunned him.

Boarding the plane, they didn't see Zou Yu; Zou Jia Hua sat down in the "lounge", exchanged a few polite words, and then began handling internal group affairs. A person in a Navy Blue Suit led Zheng Ren and Su Yun to familiarize themselves with the aircraft's internal structure.

Lounge, conference room—these are what Zheng Ren could imagine.

The cabin's internal space exceeds 400 square meters, almost like a small villa. There are four bedrooms, and seats for crew and staff number over seventy.

Su Yun really liked the bar on this private jet; opening the liquor cabinet revealed a dazzling array of fine wines, some even being rare private collections.

He wanted to introduce Zheng Ren to the history of some liquor, but Zheng Ren had zero interest and simply skipped over it.

Looking at the items on the plane, each one gave a feeling that poverty limits imagination.

But Zheng Ren is fine; this guy basically has no concept of money. For him, being able to buy instant noodles and order meals at restaurants near the hospital is already great.

Before being possessed by the system, Zheng Ren had never even thought about buying a house. Even Hai Cheng's housing prices were beyond his reach.

However, this calm didn't last long, and Zheng Ren soon stared agape.

What truly stunned Zheng Ren was the full set of medical emergency equipment on the Boeing 747-8.

ECG monitor, ventilator, defibrillator, various medicines, various surgical instruments—everything you could need.

Even…… there actually is a sterile laminar flow Operating Room!

Zou Jia Hua must be terrified of death to have an operating room on a private jet……

This time Zheng Ren was truly speechless.

Seeing that all the equipment were top‑tier products, Zheng Ren felt a surge of heat inside. A hemostatic forceps costs around $1000, which is high‑end equipment that ordinary hospitals cannot provide.

After graduating, Zheng Ren didn't think about buying a house, because that was too far out of reach. He previously had a small dream—to collect a set of top‑tier surgical instruments.

However, this dream was no better than buying a house in Hai Cheng.

Looking at the surgical instruments, Zheng Ren fell silent.

"Boss, these instruments are really good." Su Yun shared the same sentiment, saying emotionally: "I once saved a month's worth of meal money, eating cafeteria food every day, just to buy a KHFU hemostatic forceps and a patterned forceps. Using these for surgery feels especially powerful."

Zheng Ren knew the feeling Su Yun was describing.

In deep muscle tissue, for tiny severed arteries, ordinary instrument forceps can't clamp them at all; but using German KHFU forceps eliminates that trouble.

It's like a martial arts master equipping himself with a Yitian sword or a Dragon‑slaying blade—just thinking about it feels exhilarating.

This is the ultimate dream of a tech otaku.

Lin Yuan Sheng had been accompanying Zheng Ren and Su Yun all along; when they reached the medical room and operating room, seeing that Zheng Ren and Su Yun couldn't move their feet, he also knew what they were thinking.

What a pity, such good equipment, I haven't even used it.

Probably Zou Jia Hua bought it, not knowing how good it is; he just buys whatever is expensive, buying into the idea that you get what you pay for.

He sighed, the navy blue suit led Zheng Ren to his room.