Chapter 1450: with translation of chapter title

912, in the demonstration classroom, Su Yun sat in her seat, feeling sulky.

When all preparations were finished and they were about to start the live broadcast of the case analysis, Charles called.

He had just gotten out of bed when he heard that Zheng Ren was going to live broadcast the case analysis and surgery for mckittrick-wheelock syndrome.

Charles was not polite at all, directly called Zheng Ren, asked about the situation, and told Zheng Ren that he had already prepared to listen to Zheng Ren personally do the case analysis.

No way, Zheng Ren had to put on an isolation gown and drape a white coat, then come to the demonstration classroom.

The matters of the operating room were arranged for Lao He to worry about.

This time receiving Zheng Lao Ban's 'favor', Lao He was extremely happy, busy before and after, completely disregarding the fact that he had already gotten off work.

Sometimes treating one's hobby as a salary is also acceptable.

Seeing Su Yun sitting in the chair with a blank expression, Zheng Ren smiled and said, 'Don't be angry, there are plenty of opportunities.'

Su Yun blew a breath, the black hair in front of her forehead fluttering.

'Let me glance at the PPT, then the live broadcast will start.' Zheng Ren didn't know how to comfort people; he believed Su Yun's self-healing ability was strong, like a gecko, and she could quickly grow a new tail.

The courseware was made extremely exquisite; it's hard to believe it was completed in such a short time.

'Su Yun, you can do it, did you prepare before?' Zheng Ren flipped through the courseware once and asked in surprise.

'You think everyone is like you, having no friends.' Su Yun said contemptuously.

Also, there definitely are doctors in China who specialize in researching mckittrick-wheelock syndrome; it's normal for Su Yun to know them.

Thinking of this, Zheng Ren smiled and said, 'Shall we do the surgery together?'

'Do you have confidence?' Su Yun asked Zheng Ren seriously: 'I see the colon has a tumor, and there are many intestinal polyps; the involved range is large, so intestinal resection cannot be done.'

'How do you plan to handle it?'

'I have done appendectomy with laparoscopy before, you know that.' Zheng Ren laughed: 'It's fine, ESD surgery dissection, at most a bit slower.'

Su Yun nodded, lazily saying: 'Hurry up, finish the surgery, in the evening drag Lao Fan out for drinks.'

'Lao Fan can't afford to treat with iron-capped Maotai.' Zheng Ren laughed.

'Just erguotou will do.' Su Yun blew another breath, the black hair in front of her forehead fluttering.

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Xinglin Yuan's live broadcast once again broke through the limit; this time slot is rather awkward. The region with the most paying users in the Americas is still early morning, and many people are still in dreamland.

But even so, domestically over 10,000 people watched the live broadcast, Ou Mei region had nearly 40,000 paying users watching.

Peng Jia's mood was complex, sitting uneasily in the meeting room, from time to time glancing toward the door.

He was still not reconciled.

After all, Xinglin Yuan was an enterprise he built from scratch; although it had no profit model, it couldn't rely on love for electricity, and they just muddled along like that.

Those earlier internet enterprises without a profit model were all swallowed up by the wave.

The survivors basically are large companies with clear profit models that have successfully gone public.

And another part of the struggling internet companies, with unclear profit models, can only survive by advertising or by relying on the founders' love, continually throwing money in to sustain life.

To say they are struggling is already being polite.

Xinglin Yuan fortunately found a profit model, but it was ruthlessly stripped of most of its equity by others.

This point Peng Jia agonized over for a long time, even making a plan of 'fish die, net break'.

But that was just a casual thought; wanting to resist was fundamentally impossible.

There's no need to repeatedly reconsider; Peng Jia knew he had no room for bargaining.

Because Zheng Lao Ban used hardcore technology to do business with him, and the website also sold technology.

If one calmly thinks about it, there's really no reason to blame Zheng Lao Ban.

Others still handle things fairly decently.

Originally, mastering hardcore technology, one could kick himself out and just set up his own website.

How low is the threshold to set up a website?

How high is the threshold to perform TIPS surgery?

The contrast between them is like heaven and earth, like birds and fish.

Being able to retain a portion of operating rights and equity, one should thank Zheng Lao Ban.

But Peng Jia still wasn't convinced.

He knows the reason he can't act tough, and that's an unavoidable fact.

So, he still wants to try as much as possible.

Thus, after learning that Zheng Lao Ban had encountered a case of mckittrick-wheelock syndrome, he immediately invited Director Lei of a certain hospital's gastroenterology surgery department in Modu to come observe the surgery.

Director Lei is a first-rate professor in general surgery nationwide, especially skilled in gastroenterology surgery.

His age isn't large either, only 50 years old. Although slightly past his peak, he can make up for it with rich experience.

As the gastroenterology specialty director of a top-tier tertiary hospital in the country, Director Lei claims to perform 3000 surgeries a year.

Although this number may have some moisture, Peng Jia knows their technical level is sufficient. If Director Lei says it's not possible, then he might as well just accept it.

Overall, it's better than falling out with Zheng Lao Ban and eventually being forced into bankruptcy liquidation by a new website.

But before that, Peng Jia still wanted to make one final attempt.

'Where is Director Lei?' Peng Jia asked softly, his heart beating like a small drum.

'Already on the way; if there's no traffic, it will take about twenty minutes to get here.' The assistant beside him immediately replied.

Events happened hastily; Peng Jia didn't even have time to go over personally to invite Director Lei.

Only by finding nearby staff to contact Director Lei to come watch the surgery live broadcast, and incidentally give Director Lei a big red envelope.

Originally Peng Jia thought Director Lei wouldn't come; for a director of a top-tier tertiary hospital in the country, who would still care about such a red envelope?

I just wanted to try it out, but Director Lei agreed.

Peng Jia checked the time; it was three minutes past the agreed time.

The LCD screen lit up, showing that familiar face—gentle and unadorned, which had once saved Xinglin Yuan but now demanded most of the shares.

Peng Jia felt a mix of love and hate, his gaze complex as he looked at Zheng Ren on the screen, inwardly awaiting Director Lei's arrival.

If Director Lei could do better, I would have more options.

"Patient, male, 38…" Zheng Lao Ban on the screen exchanged no pleasantries, launching straight into the medical history.

A healthy male patient had diarrhea for two months, though he described it as not severe; in recent days he developed drowsiness and fainting, and came to Di Du seeking medical treatment.

The medical history was simple, and the lab tests posed no difficulty.

Zheng Ren explained the origin of the ionic disturbance, ruled out the rare possibility of an insulinoma, and began discussing the abdominal CT scan.

By this point Peng Jia could no longer follow, but his eyes remained fixed on Zheng Lao Ban's face, utterly focused.

That face glowed with confidence, speaking without undue haste or emphasis—starting from the patient's condition and ending with the clinical manifestations of McKittrick-Wheelock syndrome.

"Manager Peng, Director Lei has arrived downstairs." The assistant whispered into Peng Jia's ear.

Peng Jia's heart jolted; he immediately rose, straightened his clothes, and stood with his subordinates at the elevator entrance.