Chapter 1043: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren never thought sleeping on a plane was possible…… Of course it's lying down to sleep. In his imagination, flying to the United States, sleeping all the way seated, his body would definitely be very tired. But there was nothing else to do; he could only grit his teeth and persist.

Still that old saying——poverty limits imagination.

Looking at it this way, a long journey is nothing at all. Zheng Ren can be sure that after getting off the plane he can go straight to surgery, and after the operation he can fly directly to the Heidelberg University Medical Center in Germany.

In that case, the journey is shortened considerably.

Having money is really good; Zheng Ren started to envy the days of having money. Too bad the money he has saved up still has other uses, so he can't just spend it recklessly.

He could only sigh at the large bed and operating room on the private plane of the Zou family's real estate. He might never be able to own such a plane in his lifetime, and even if he did, he couldn't afford to maintain it.

This nearly 200 million dollar big toy, Zheng Ren merely sighed about it, then returned to the living room and sat opposite Zou Jia Hua.

Zou Jia Hua was looking at a paper report.

Someone his age still prefers to read paper materials rather than electronic information.

"Boss, are you envious?" Su Yun asked.

"Not bad." Zheng Ren said: "The earliest private planes appeared in 1957; back then the planes really can't be compared to today's."

"In another ten years, they'll be even less comparable." Su Yun said.

"Doctor Zheng, you're making me laugh." Zou Jia Hua put down the newspaper, gave a slight smile, and said: "Actually I have no use for such a plane; my father died on a plane, so I have a psychological shadow."

Zheng Ren thought, those words are still quite realistic.

Those sets of medical equipment are probably all prepared for the Heart Ion Channel Disease. The high cost is just to stay alive.

Isn't that just a doctor's duty? It seems hard to blame Zou Jia Hua for being timid. If an ordinary person got this disease, by now the grass on his grave would be three feet high.

Having money, really good.

"Others buy planes for convenience, or you could say it's just a smaller version of a house. But I renovated this plane to preserve my life." Zou Jia Hua laughed: "Now the economic situation is different from before; we must fly worldwide to discuss business, letting the Zou family thrive forever. So this plane is necessary. However, if Doctor Zheng cures my illness, perhaps I will sell it."

"Sell it?"

"The annual maintenance cost is around 20 million US dollars, that's the price set by private jet salesman Steve." Zou Jia Hua was very pleased with Zheng Ren's reaction; if this supposedly luxurious private jet couldn't shock Zheng Ren, they'd have to evaluate whether he's even human.

"I'm not a world-top billionaire; keeping this plane is really a strain." Zou Jia Hua neither hid it nor showed off wealth, but simply stated the facts.

"Hmm, this should be second-rate among top-tier private jets." Su Yun said.

"Yes." Zou Jia Hua laughed: "There are many planes better than mine."

Looking at what others say, my…… Zheng Ren thought of that set of Surgical Instruments. Compared to the private jet, he prefers that handy set of instruments.

"Domestic wealthy businessmen like the Gulfstream series, for example the Gulfstream G550 and such. But in 2008, Steve Wynn took owning a private jet to a new level, refurbishing a Boeing 737." Su Yun laughed: "Saying that watches or belts can represent a man's taste, actually a private jet does a better job."

"But we can't compare to them; in 2009, Trump remodeled a Boeing 757, not long after Abramovich remodeled a Boeing 767 and even installed an airborne missile avoidance system." Zou Jia Hua laughed: "Only when Prince Al-Waleed remodeled an Airbus A380 did this ostentatious behavior come to an end, because there are no more expensive planes left."

"Boss, are you interested?" Su Yun asked.

"I'm interested in that set of surgical instruments on the plane; this time going to Germany, let Fugui'er buy a set. For future surgeries, bringing my own instruments—just thinking about it feels awesome." Zheng Ren's eyes already had little stars.

Su Yun shook his head; he and this guy have nothing in common.

Zou Jia Hua nodded, his smile unchanged. Such a simple and pure person is probably the only one who can reach the peak of a certain field.

In other words, this is called "no madness, no survival."

"By the way, you can go online on the plane, please feel free." Zou Jia Hua said that and began reviewing documents.

Being able to go online isn't that important for Zheng Ren, but for Su Yun it's almost the whole world.

Zheng Ren closed his eyes to rest; the plane took off, very smooth, hardly any noticeable shaking.

Entering the System Space, Zheng Ren began reading magazines.

Su Yun played with his phone, while the professor constantly contacted the doctors in Heidelberg, gathering relevant patients as quickly as possible, waiting for Zheng Ren to do the Flying Knife.

On the plane it was extremely quiet, each busy with their own tasks.

Zheng Ren also slept a nap to make up for the upcoming time difference.

On the plane, lying on a soft, comfortable big bed and sleeping soundly, Zheng Ren felt very relieved.

Seven and a half hours later, the plane landed at Rochester city's airport.

At that time it was around 18:00 Beijing time, the sky over Rochester had just lightened, it was 5:15 a. m.

The Mayo Clinic staff were already waiting at the airport; besides the workers, Professor Danilo Acosta was the project leader assigned to pick up Zheng Ren, that "unlucky guy".

Professor Danilo Acosta expressed dissatisfaction about having to pick up the flight at dawn.

Zheng Ren and his party disembarked from the private plane, exited via the VIP passage, and Professor Rudolf Wagner had already contacted Professor Danilo Acosta.

After meeting, Professor Danilo Acosta expressed surprise at the huge observation-team-like group.

In his impression, there should have been only two or three people, but he didn't expect so many.

He felt somewhat helpless for a moment.

The car convoy was short, but he didn't think it was his work mistake, and began arguing with Professor Rudolf Wagner.

Zheng Ren saw the man in the navy blue suit, calm like an English butler, approach Professor Danilo Acosta and Professor Rudolf Wagner, say a couple of sentences, and the argument dissolved.

"Su Yun, what are they saying?" Zheng Ren asked curiously.

Zheng Ren isn't a language genius like the professor; for exam-style English dialogue he could barely get by, but in everyday conversation with extremely fast speech he sometimes finds it insufficient.

"The Zou family person told the pickup crew, 'We have our own motorcade to meet us.' That side said, 'They aren't qualified to enter Mayo Clinic,' and then got slapped in the face—Zou Zhi told him, 'This side has the Mayo Clinic special medical card.'"