Chapter 1131: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren pondered for a moment.

Feng Xu Hui's foundation was relatively weak, and he also had to prepare the relevant equipment, so he hesitated for a few minutes, unable to bear it, and whispered: "Chief Zheng, what Shou Bing is this? Do we need to prepare any special consumables?"

Zheng Ren shook his head and said: "It's a very ordinary minor Shou Bing. The top journal in radiology is Radiology, and researchers from Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine published one-year clinical trial data on it. Embolization of the left gastric artery can effectively control food intake, achieving the goals of diet control, weight loss, and blood sugar reduction."

To Zheng Ren, this is just a "minor" Shou Bing. It's merely embolizing the left gastric artery; compared to TIPS Surgery and the double-handed method used when rescuing Director Miao, it's as small as can be.

This latest Technique, Feng Xu Hui never even dreamed of it. When he was in high school, a female classmate of his, trying to lose weight, ate only one apple a day, and five days later she fainted from hunger in class.

This incident left a deep impression on Feng Xu Hui; girls really go to extremes for beauty. And those who can eat without gaining weight are truly blessed by heaven.

If one could lose weight just by doing an Interventional surgery, and without any scars, wouldn't that be a great Shou Bing?

Feng Xu Hui felt this Shou Bing had great prospects, very promising.

A few days ago, Hu Yan Hui kept clamoring to lose weight; if she knew she could lose weight via Interventional surgery, who knows whether she would choose to have the Shou Bing.

"Boss, I think the effect is just average; that report said body weight dropped 11% within one year post-op, which is a bit low." Su Yun said.

"Yun Ge'er, that's not how you put it." Lin JiaoJiao laughed: "11% is already a lot! A girl weighing 110 jin can drop to 98 jin—this kind of effect is a dream come true!"

Once calculated like that, everyone understood.

This is practically a gold mine! The open-pit kind, where you just bend over and pick up money.

Not to mention the whole world; just the domestic weight-loss market amounts to hundreds of billions annually, and the premise is that none of the current methods can guarantee results. What's advertised doesn't count—that's just nonsense. People who believe ads end up paying an intelligence tax.

"Sister Lin, your patient is in the Community Hospital—does that comply with regulations?" Zheng Ren asked, frowning.

"Now the Community Hospital is bringing in social capital; we're adopting a private-hospital model, and I only hold a partial stake. As for the specifics, Zheng Lao Ban, you don't need to worry—I'll definitely not mess around and cause you trouble. If you nod, just have Yun Ge'er come take a look sometime." Lin JiaoJiao had thought it through thoroughly; Zheng Ren Gang said a sentence, and she filled in all the loopholes.

Zheng Ren glanced at Sun Ming, saw his eyes full of expectation, unreserved, and knew Lin JiaoJiao must have promised him something.

If the Community Hospital became his own harem, Sun Ming could get some benefits, but they'd definitely not be big, and he certainly wouldn't show such an expression.

This is being scared of poverty.

Refusing Lin JiaoJiao wouldn't be a problem, but once you reject something that benefits everyone…

Zheng Ren nodded and said: "Sister Lin, we've decided not to adopt the Tianxi hospital model."

"Zheng Lao Ban, rest assured—I'm also from a medical background, so I have this bit of persistence. Having eaten this big piece of cake, what more could I be dissatisfied with? Using small tricks to earn shady money isn't worth it. What we earn is technical money, conscience money." Seeing Zheng Ren agree, Lin JiaoJiao instantly relaxed, her smile beaming: "Zheng Lao Ban, let me toast you."

Zheng Ren lifted the water in front of him and gave a distant toast.

"Zheng Lao Ban, I plan to invest 30 million for five Bed Positions first—does that sound okay?" Lin JiaoJiao put down her cup and asked.

"Director Kong and President Sun can decide; I don't care. I just want to do Shou Bing, maybe get more practice." Zheng Ren wasn't planning to make money from this side; it's also a risk-avoidance measure. For Lin JiaoJiao, this is a big cake. But for Zheng Ren, the remaining ninety-five Bed Positions are what he wants.

He didn't need to quarrel with Lin JiaoJiao over such a small thing.

Unbeknownst to him, Bed Positions costing several million each seemed to Zheng Ren like mere pocket change, not worth worrying about.

Feng Xu Hui stood aside, dumbfounded by the 30 million investment—Zheng Lao Ban didn't even blink, truly…

Zheng Lao Ban's business on this side keeps growing, even involving private hospitals, yet he takes no money, leaving it all to others.

Besides that, Lin JiaoJiao's price of six million per Bed Position truly shocked Feng Xu Hui.

At such a high price, just thinking about it makes one feel dizzy.

Earlier, Lin JiaoJiao feared Zheng Ren would refuse.

It's not that if Zheng Ren refused, it couldn't be done; this Shou Bing is only of medium difficulty, definitely not as hard as embolization for a pelvic fracture. But Zheng Ren, bearing the title of Nobel Prize Nominee and visiting professor at the United States Mayo Clinic, once he launches the Shou Bing, will surely ignite the market.

These investments are all worthwhile.

Moreover, where wouldn't you need to invest? Zheng Lao Ban is so honest and simple, he's the ideal partner.

Having steadied herself, Lin JiaoJiao, sleeves flowing, brought song and dance to the table, dispelling the earlier hint of oppression.

Xie Yiren took great interest in Heizi, often coming over to play with him, but Heizi remained indifferent to her kindness, always crouching or lying between Zheng Ren and Su Yun.

After the meal, Lin JiaoJiao invited Zheng Ren to go sing karaoke, but he declined. Getting into Xie Yiren's car, Zheng Ren said: "Let's head back to the hospital."

Xie Yiren nodded and drove straight to 912 Hospital.

"Director Miao has stepped down, he's in the ICU, his condition is still okay, neurosurgery says there should be nothing serious." Su Yun contacted him and got the latest update.

Zheng Ren fell silent.

Xie Yiren saw Zheng Ren's state seemed off, reached out with her right hand, and lightly took his hand.

Ice-cold.

His usually warm hand had turned ice-cold, like a block of ice. Xie Yiren didn't offer any comforting words, just held his hand, keeping the speed around 30 mph, not daring to go faster.

"Hey, you two lovey-doveys, why not go home? I'm going out for drinks with Chang Yue tonight, that'll be fine." Su Yun said.

"Su Yun, you said you'd quit clinical work and go into basic research—how about that?" Amid the silence, Zheng Ren suddenly said this.

"……" Su Yun was stunned.

At the Mayo Clinic, Dr. Charles Moore twice advised him, Zheng Ren just gave perfunctory replies, and Su Yun was sure he wasn't moved.

But after returning…

Thinking of Director Miao lying in a pool of blood, Su Yun let out a long sigh.

After a long while, Su Yun chuckled and said: "Just you? I don't believe it. The Willow Leaf Blade still has 299 items to remind me—don't spout nonsense."

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These past few days I had a mild cold, felt a bit Uncomfortable, let myself loose, watched something Netflix made called Love, Death & Robots; I especially liked the shapeshifters, the color blue, and the final episode. Each episode is a short story; I originally planned to wait until The Live Stream Room was finished to watch, but yesterday I couldn't hold back.

Also: Recommend a book written by a friend, Film's Splendor.

This is the story of an ordinary person who returns to 08 year and accidentally enters the entertainment industry; Zhou Jin unintentionally experiences the allure of film, and thus wants to visit that splendid artistic palace. The book is slow-burn, single female lead, no system.

Actually, the system was originally just a catalyst; the Big Pig Trotter section, I had designed another route. But now I have feelings for Big Pig Trotter too—I dare not use it, don't want to use it. I'm afraid people will say I'm writing nonsense, making wild brainstorming. In the next book, I'll also write a no-system, pure urban story; the protagonist has hyperthymesia—this isn't a spoiler; the first line of the next book will be exactly that. If anyone wrote it earlier than me, it wouldn't be plagiarism.