Chapter 1075

Peng Jia was very happy, very happy.

The numbers on the computer screen indicated the correctness of his decisions, including that after launching the surgery live broadcast, he did not rush into negotiations with investors but adopted a delaying tactic.

This involved some risk, but Peng Jia judged the risk to be small. On the other hand, if Zheng Lao Ban continued developing at the current speed, it might bring him a surprise.

Indeed!

Peng Jia was very satisfied with himself.

This is vision, business intuition—I really am a genius!

If he had hastily signed an agreement with investors, he'd probably be the one banging his head against the wall now. Who would have thought Zheng Lao Ban was so capable, actually taking the surgery to the Mayo Clinic?

No, it was taking the live‑broadcast surgery to the Mayo Clinic.

No, it was actually taking the live‑broadcast teaching surgery to the Mayo Clinic!

Repeatedly correcting his mistaken views, Peng Jia also felt a bit dazed.

Once again he urgently added servers; now Xinglin Yuan can accommodate a hundred thousand simultaneous users.

Although the number of doctors watching the surgery live broadcast worldwide would never reach that many, Peng Jia no longer wanted to keep upgrading servers one after another.

Starting from that mysterious account, how many upgrades has this been? Peng Jia would rather keep some spare capacity than rush into a hurried custom order.

Who knows what new tricks Zheng Lao Ban could pull off.

Just like this time, he suddenly went to the Mayo Clinic and then even opened a teaching surgery. And Doctor Smith of the Mayo Clinic actually agreed to broadcast the teaching surgery!

These items, these scenes, in Peng Jia's view were simply unrealistic.

Reality is stranger than fiction, exactly so. Because reality doesn't follow logic? Or is it that human cognition simply doesn't know what logic is?

Regardless of these, everything turned into a data stream before his eyes.

He really can cause a fuss, Peng Jia is especially pleased. However, out of a businessman's professional instinct, he realizes that such occasional events are unsustainable.

But that doesn't matter anymore; he smiled.

Now, it seems he can talk to the venture capitalists.

Thinking of this, Peng Jia felt moved, he picked up his phone, found Hu Yan Hui's number, and dialed.

"Manager Peng, greeting." The signal on the other end was slightly poor, but they could communicate.

"Little Hu, there is something you need to pay more attention to."

"You speak."

"Any recent movements from Boss Zheng? You must report to me immediately." Peng Jia said solemnly.

"Recently... I heard from Yun Ge'er that he seems to be going to Heidelberg University in Germany." Hu Yan Hui was a little nervous; Peng Jia could imagine her face turning red then dark.

However, Peng Jia knew about this; he comforted Hu Yan Hui with a few words, asking her to keep an eye on Boss Zheng's side and report any situation promptly.

After hanging up, Peng Jia walked to the window; on the large floor-to-ceiling window, his shadow seemed to merge with the Huangpu River opposite.

It seems that in the future he still needs to have a closer relationship with Boss Zheng, Peng Jia thought.

……

Some are happy, naturally some are not.

Similarly, staying up all night watching the surgery live broadcast, some gained understanding of the TIPS surgery, some gained huge business opportunities.

And some only gained negative emotions such as failure, dejection, regret, anger.

Zhao Wenhua's eyes were full of negative emotions; he sat at home, his study had been smoked blue by him, smoke swirling.

But he didn't notice, his eyes were smoked to the point of barely being able to open; yet he kept staring fixedly at the signal-less PAD, dazed.

Really, seeing ghosts!

As an atheist, this saying is what Zhao Wenhua says most often lately.

Last night, Lin Ge insisted on dragging him out, found a quiet spot, and persuaded him for two or three hours.

Lin Ge drank three pots of tea, but still ended up parched and failed to convince Zhao Wenhua. He was obstinate in his mind, just not believing he couldn't move this little guy.

In the end, Lin Ge also sighed, thinking his old classmate must have been possessed by a ghost.

After sighing helplessly and parting, Zhao Wenhua kept pondering Zheng Ren's flaws. Being able to go to Mayo Clinic for surgery—well… that's indeed impressive, but messing up in a gutter is not uncommon either.

Zheng Ren this guy definitely won't be flawless; there must be something he hasn't noticed.

The Flying Knife's invitation and registration—this matter is already past. Although thinking of those dark, petty tricks makes Zhao Wenhua irritable beyond control, he immediately threw all of that to the winds.

What else? As a doctor, Zheng Ren has papers, research, surgery, and connections!

It's simply flawless.

Suddenly, Zhao Wenhua slapped his own head with a smack, causing sharp pain.

Zheng Ren, bachelor's degree, attending physician! He doesn't even have the qualification to see patients as a specialist.

The image in his mind was of Zheng Ren leaving the hospital in the daytime, while Director Kong happily prepared the materials.

He glanced and saw the format seemed to be for promotion materials.

Director Kong already holds a senior top rank, with no higher to promote to; and these materials are being prepared for whom—need we even say?

Really, he's putting himself out, Zhao Wenhua muttered. When Zheng Ren returns, the East Tumor side will have prepared a ward for him, and Zheng Ren will leave proudly—then we'll see where Director Kong puts his old face.

Rushing to flatter a little doctor's stinky feet, even personally preparing funds and materials! Doing such petty work is simply—damn it—kissing ass! As a department chief, he even has the nerve!

What about face—does he still need face? Zhao Wenhua thought.

Because of his hatred for Zheng Ren, Zhao Wenhua also came to hate Director Kong.

However, he only dares to mutter a couple of sentences, and really doesn't dare to show anything in front of Director Kong. Now Director Kong is old, not eager to get angry; if it were ten years ago...

Promotion? Zheng Ren seems still an attending physician, and now isn't the time for mass promotions. Zhao Wenhua followed this lead, continuing to look for clues; he guessed Director Kong wanted to give Zheng Ren an exceptional promotion.

Exceptionally promoted to associate chief physician—heh! Zhao Wenhua snorted coldly.

Just an associate chief physician... he isn't even that, yet he can stir up such a huge storm.

Damn it! Zhao Wenhua cursed bitterly in his heart.

Breaking the rules that easy? Bullshit. No matter who wants to break the rules, it's very difficult.

Most people or things are like making sugar not easy, making vinegar sour. Not to mention breaking the rules violates the principle; at the very least the conditions are harsh, wanting to meet so many conditions is simply too difficult.

Just this point alone is enough to keep Zheng Ren stuck at the attending physician level. Want to be promoted? Maybe in a few years.

Don't even dream of promotion; if you can let me break through smoothly, I'll take your surname! Zhao Wenhua crushed the cigarette butt in his hand hard, a spark splashed onto his hand.

Hiss—