Chapter 1069: line with translation of chapter title

Feng Xu Hui and Hu Yan Hui took a flight and came.

The layover delayed quite a bit of time, after all there was no direct flight.

However, everything was worth it.

Developing overseas markets, Longwind Micro-creation didn't spend much effort; mainly it's not worth using much effort here.

The domestic market is still being suppressed and suffering successive defeats; the international market? Even if Ma Quan's heart were bigger, he wouldn't dare dream of this.

Yes, this is just a dream.

Even if they acquired Bo Sheng International by coincidence, Ma Quan still unwilling to take too big a step.

He wants to spend several years digesting and absorbing Bo Sheng International's technology, then it will be time to expand grandly.

However, Zheng Lao Ban sped along, not caring about Longwind Micro-creation's opinion, directly bringing Feng Xu Hui out to stake a claim. No need for Longwind Micro-creation to bother; what was especially difficult and basically impossible became easy.

As for Feng Xu Hui, Ma Quan's idea is to let him and Zheng Lao Ban mess around; anyway it's an unexpected joy.

He just told the international department head that the share Zheng Lao Ban secured counts as Feng Xu Hui's performance.

This made the international department head's face darken, but he couldn't help it; having laughed at Feng Xu Hui as a rookie, leaving the international department unused, he instead wanted to stay in Hai Cheng.

Now looking at it, this young man did the right thing.

But who could have thought of such a thing?

Feng Xu Hui hurriedly contacted, grabbed a larger suitcase, and set off.

Breaking into Mayo Clinic certainly wouldn't be covered by medical insurance reimbursement, but that didn't matter; as long as Longwind Micro-creation received money and Zheng Ren could perform surgery, Feng Xu Hui wouldn't consider anything else.

From receiving the news to arriving in Rochester, it took a little over a day.

However, once in Rochester, everything improved.

Someone came to pick them up; that person was a stranger, and Feng Xu Hui didn't think so. Dressed in a navy blue suit, his face looked as if masked, showing no emotion. Refined and elegant, yet with an air of keeping people at a distance.

However, Su Yun accompanied them; upon seeing Feng Xu Hui, she put her arm around his shoulder and walked out of the airport with him.

Having someone pick them up was enough; Feng Xu Hui believed Chief Zheng had some reputation in the local Chinese community, and he was still too late to feel happy for Zheng Ren.

But upon leaving the airport and seeing a stretched luxury car, Feng Xu Hui was surprised.

Such a display is not ordinary.

He silently grabbed his suitcase, got into the car, and sat quietly. Seeing Feng Xu Hui somewhat restrained, Su Yun smiled and said: "Little Feng, why so formal? Have something to drink? Your legs aren't convenient, yet your suitcase keeps getting bigger."

"Um..."

Su Yun was already familiar with this car, as if it were her own; she casually opened the fridge, reluctantly took out three bottles of soda, handed them to Feng Xu Hui and Hu Yan Hui, sighed, and said: "There's still surgery later, can't drink alcohol. The alcohol here is really good."

"Hehe." Feng Xu Hui, for the first time in a luxury car, didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"Don't be tense, just treat it as your own home. Right, Zou Zhi?" Su Yun asked.

The man in the navy blue suit, Zou Zhi, expressionless, replied.

He truly couldn't handle Su Yun; she was so familiar, he couldn't possibly kick her out of the car.

Moreover, the old man had a follow-up check at Mayo Clinic; after a day's various procedures, Mayo's doctors also approved Zheng Ren's diagnosis.

Indeed it was Heart Ion Channel Disease, only the gene typing hadn't been detected yet.

Treatment was also timely and appropriate; thereafter it's likely to be fine.

Upon joyful occasions, spirits rise; Zou Jia Hua was especially delighted, though he remained calm, his personal assistant Zou Zhi could tell.

She is capable; Zou Zhi also felt grateful to Zheng Ren from the heart, and incidentally found Zheng Ren's little assistant not so disagreeable.

"Yun Ge'er, how many platforms are broadcasting today's surgery?" Hu Yan Hui took a sip of water and asked.

"Not many, only five platforms; the rest are teaching surgeries." Su Yun said with a smile: "This side has many patients, though the signal is poor, your broadcast should be fine."

"No problem." Hu Yan Hui, although exhausted from the long journey and not well rested, remained excited.

Since taking charge of the broadcast, work hasn't been as tiring as before, and earnings have actually increased significantly.

The more she learned about Zheng Lao Ban, the more Hu Yan Hui felt she was simply too fortunate.

Being able to do the broadcast especially for Zheng Lao Ban is simply a windfall.

After a brief chat, they soon arrived at Mayo Clinic.

Su Yun had already coordinated; someone met Feng Xu Hui and Hu Yan Hui at the door and took them straight to the Operating Room; Su Yun didn't follow, but went to the ward to find Zheng Ren and go to surgery together.

Zheng Ren was looking at the images, already the twenty-second patient's.

Mayo's efficiency is truly high; if they wish, nothing seems able to challenge this colossus, which Zheng Ren finds entirely reasonable.

In one day they've gathered so many patients, completed examinations; domestically this would be unimaginable.

The patients are all typical, beyond doubt.

"Boss, everyone's here." Su Yun approached Zheng Ren and whispered.

"Hmm, this side has 24 patients, 19 are teaching surgeries." Zheng Ren said: "The images have been reviewed; let's prepare."

"You and Fugui'er will do five, not few."

Su Yun began contacting Peng Jia on her phone; this is income, is income! Of course, this sum is just a notice to Peng Jia; the bulk is on Mayo's side.

"Hmm, do five surgeries, then let Mayo's people handle them, I'll provide the platform." Zheng Ren said: "Why are you asking this?"

"Calculating money, Boss." Su Yun said: "Broadcast surgeries and teaching surgeries—can they be the same price?!"

Zheng Ren paused; there's still money in between? And teaching and demonstration surgeries have different prices? Su Yun's consideration of problems is really meticulous.

"How exactly are the prices?" Zheng Ren also curious.

"Broadcast surgery, $50,000 per platform. Teaching surgery, $80,000 per platform. Broadcast surgery, I originally wanted cheaper, but Peng Jia said it'd be embarrassing, so he made up the difference according to demonstration surgery rates." Su Yun said, somewhat proudly.

This amount adds another over one million dollars; the petty cash has become a bit more ample.

Zheng Ren quickly calculated, clicked his tongue inwardly.

Running flying knives domestically, whether dead or alive, wouldn't earn this much. That said, those who can come to Mayo for surgery are few.

Thus, Zou Jia Hua's fees aren't actually astronomical; Zheng Ren's thoughts shifted toward Zou Jia Hua's side.

"Unfortunately there's no precedent for applying for a patent; otherwise, if we registered a patent, made one for a hundred dollars, we could retire afterwards, lying in bed counting money every day." Su Yun felt a bit regretful.

"......" Zheng Ren was speechless; this idea is too bizarre, right?