Chapter 1107: 1078 Zheng Lao Ban Is Playing This Big!

1078 Zheng Lao Ban Is Playing This Big!

"The boss's dissection is too perfect." Rudolf Wagner, although he had seen Zheng Ren perform dissections countless times, each time he watches gains new insight.

He also found it strange: why did Su Yun only watch once and then stop? This is a great opportunity for learning and improvement; not watching would be a real shame.

Feng Xu Hui had never seen such a scene; he saw the doctors behind him moving forward, but he dared not surpass Professor Gai De·Mu Le and Professor Rudolf Wagner, for fear of being scolded. Chief Zheng's level is really this high—when we were in Hai Cheng, how did I not notice?

Hu Yan Hui was also seeing this scene for the first time; she felt a little excited, took out her phone and recorded a short video, then sent it to Peng Jia.

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Peng Jia was rushing to the airport in a hurry, feeling somewhat fatigued.

The company's unexpected surge attracted more and more venture capitalists seeking Peng Jia. In less than a month, the attitude of the venture capital managers had almost done a complete 360‑degree turn.

Before, they were somewhat reserved, wanting to haggle over price. But as more and more competitors arrived, the tier kept rising, and there were even signs of international big‑capital operations behind them; everyone's eyes were sharp, able to see the business opportunities hidden within.

It could even link up with big‑data medicine—this is a tremendous opportunity.

In the end, many venture capitalists were already pouring money into Xinglin Yuan, sparing no expense, hoping to use money to overwhelm Peng Jia and sign a contract.

This is only the second‑round venture capital; what about the third and fourth rounds? And finally going public? As success draws nearer, Peng Jia dares not even imagine it.

It seems we need to have a closer relationship with Zheng Lao Ban; I've been overconfident. Peng Jia, in the car, is doing self‑reflection.

How could I throw the live‑stream project to Hu Yan Hui and then wash my hands of it on my end?

Look, Zheng Lao Ban's side is already unhappy.

This is a major matter concerning the life or death of Xinglin Yuan. Peng Jia knows that although things are looking prosperous now, if Zheng Lao Ban refuses to continue the surgery live broadcast, everything will collapse.

Even some venture capitalists think that if they just pour in a sum of money, set up a website, and get Zheng Lao Ban to do the surgery live broadcast, they will soon replace Xinglin Yuan's standing in the jianghu.

I was wrong, overlooking Zheng Lao Ban's role; Peng Jia felt especially anxious. On the road, he had already changed his mind, and after consulting Hu Yan Hui, he estimated that Zheng Lao Ban was unlikely to leave within 24 hours, so he decided to fly straight to Fa Lan Ke Fu and then take a train to Heidelberg.

I truly wish I could go straight to Heidelberg in one step, truly wish to hold Zheng Lao Ban's hand, sincerely apologize, and let him feel my full sincerity.

Just then, the phone rang.

He was a bit annoyed, feeling the phone disturbed his train of thought. Still, Peng Jia habitually pulled out his phone and took a glance.

It was Hu Yan Hui, who had sent a video.

Peng Jia hurriedly opened the interface and watched that video.

The video isn't long, only about twenty seconds. At the start, Zheng Lao Ban stood on the podium, doing a dissection while saying something. The words couldn't be made out clearly, but that doesn't matter.

Behind Zheng Lao Ban was a clear projection, apparently an NMR slice. For Peng Jia's level, just being able to recognize it as an NMR slice is already the limit.

As the picture progressed, the viewpoint shifted, and a few people sitting in the front row appeared in the video.

Peng Jia recognized a few of them; Su Yun's face still wore a teasing expression as he played with his phone, as if none of this had anything to do with him.

Professor Rudolf Wagner was intently watching Zheng Ren dissect and lecture; besides him, there were a few others he couldn't identify.

The picture flashed by, and then one saw a dozen or twenty blond‑blue‑eyed doctors in white coats crowded in the back, vaguely shoving each other, like a pack of hungry little beasts.

The video ended abruptly here.

This is…… Peng Jia froze.

Could this be Zheng Lao Ban's lecture before the surgery? Hu Yan Hui had reported this, but in Peng Jia's imagination it should have been in the doctors' office, everyone reading the films together and analyzing the case.

But who could have imagined that Zheng Lao Ban would go this far—standing in the demonstration room, dissecting a liver while lecturing using the images.

The effect……

Is there even a need to ask?!

Just look at the performance of those young doctors pushing and shoving forward in the back, and you can guess how effective it was.

This……

Can this be done as a live broadcast?

This can definitely be done as a live broadcast!

Peng Jia instantly boiled over, his heart pounding wildly.

Isn't this exactly the dream of my youth? To set up a website, spread medical knowledge, improve the skills of doctors in remote areas, and let more patients receive treatment.

Over these years, my original intention hasn't been abandoned, but lately I feel I've been getting closer to money and farther from my original intention.

Now all I think about is how to go public, how to find more venture capital, how to keep my shares from being diluted. If we list domestically, how can I cash out at a high point…

After watching the video, Peng Jia felt excited, then a sense of confusion and shame welled up.

What Zheng Lao Ban is doing is exactly what I originally wanted to do, and he is unmoved by external things, moving forward step by step with firm resolve.

Now he has already gone from Hai Cheng to Di Du, from Di Du to the Mayo Clinic and then to Heidelberg, and continues onward without tiring.

Peng Jia felt a little ashamed, slowly closed his eyes, and as he recalled the journey thus far, he became gradually entranced.

But soon, he was awakened by a WeChat message.

【Manager Peng, do you think this could be done as a live broadcast?】

Hu Yan Hui's WeChat came over.

【If possible, it's best to do the live broadcast. But we must get Zheng Lao Ban's agreement—you ask him first; I won't go to Di Du, I'll just rush to Heidelberg.】

Hu Yan Hui was stunned.

How the heck does Manager Peng act like a summoned beast—saying he'll come and he does? This is Heidelberg, not Di Du; does he even have time?

Haven't the company's colleagues said they're all swamped lately? Dozens of venture capitalists have swarmed in, and the people of Xinglin Yuan walk on tiptoe, not touching the ground.

Everyone envies me—well, my luck really is good; I just need to do some live streams each day, and there's Su Yun, a god‑level assistant, to feast my eyes on.

Thinking this, Hu Yan Hui glanced at Su Yun.

A pair of bright eyes was looking at her; Hu Yan Hui stared for a moment, her hand trembling slightly.

"Little Hu, what are you sneaking around doing? Are you reporting to Peng Jia?" Su Yun asked lazily.

"……"

"Nothing, it's just doing that live-streaming thing." Su Yun blew out a breath, the black hair in front of his forehead fluttering, handsome as hell, "Giving lessons and live-streaming aren't the same, but they're pretty similar. If I really had to go around giving lessons, even the Boss couldn't stand it; being able to live-stream is pretty good. But as for the price, you guys are going to have to bleed."

Hu Yan Hui nodded somewhat dazedly, surprised, "How does this male god know everything?"