Chapter 1455: 1408 One Fate, Two Luck, Three Feng Shui (Alliance Leader Eats, Sleeps, Reads, Listens to Music +5)

It seems Zheng Lao Ban doesn't pay much attention to the operation and management of Xinglin Yuan. Moreover, the businessman named Xie Ning has other intentions and won't meddle in Xinglin Yuan's operations.

As for whether it can go public, that's another matter.

Now Xinglin Yuan's cash flow is at its most abundant, all thanks to Zheng Lao Ban's surgery live broadcasts.

Lei Yinghua didn't continue speaking; being able to bring out the Academician Work Station as a bargaining chip is already his limit.

He quietly watched the surgery.

Whether Peng Jia agrees or not is unimportant compared to the surgery.

After removing the largest intestinal polyp, the surgeon adjusted the view back to normal and began the initially somewhat clumsy operation.

This time Lei Yinghua no longer had the initial disdainful emotion.

A microscopic surgery told him that countless details lay hidden beneath the surgeon's somewhat clumsy technique.

Like an iceberg, what is now revealed is only the tip of the iceberg.

Even Lei Yinghua dared not affirm that what the microscopic surgery displayed was the surgeon's entire capability.

Limited by his own level, he couldn't fully understand many details.

The largest polyp had been removed, but the surgery was still far from over.

The patient's colon and rectum had dozens of polyps, a huge number. Lei Yinghua also didn't think the surgeon would do it in stages to reduce harm to the patient.

The surgeon's operation caused almost no secondary damage; fasting for 3–5 days after surgery was enough for recovery.

Now the focus of the surgery is whether the surgeon can maintain this stable state continuously.

Lei Yinghua silently watched the surgery.

The chairs in the meeting room were a bit hard, and he kept shifting his posture.

Just sitting there made him feel exhausted; why was the surgeon's hand so steady? It seemed never to have changed.

After nearly four hours, the surgery finally ended.

What Lei Yinghua saw was stability and precision from start to finish, as if the surgeon had no emotional fluctuations or wavering state at all.

He was like a hard stone, unchanging through the ages.

The colonoscope carefully wandered through the intestine, found no active bleeding, and declared the surgery over.

"Manager Peng, your eye is truly good. Let me know once you've settled the matter of the Academician Work Station." Lei Yinghua left after saying that.

"Good eye?" Peng Jia felt a bit ashamed.

But Peng Jia instantly thought it was because he had first contacted Zheng Lao Ban, so surely his eye was good.

Otherwise, how could surgery live broadcasts become routine, producing such an unimaginable situation?

……

……

Di Du, 912 Hospital, outside the operating room.

Qin Tang sat silently, his phone continuously giving him real-time explanations of the ESD surgery; the doctors from Harmony Nurture Hospital were effusively expressing their admiration and respect.

Under the explanation of the Harmony Nurture doctors, Qin Tang knew he was watching a world-class surgery.

But the success or failure of the surgery was not important to him.

Qin Tang's attention remained on the patient's symptoms during the onset of illness, such as drowsiness and fainting.

【Doctor Li, is my grandfather's illness the same as that of the patient who just had surgery?】

Qin Tang sent a message, interrupting the other's overflowing excitement that could be felt even through the phone.

【Mr. Qin, the old Mr. Qin's condition is different from this patient's; it is not MW syndrome.】

The Harmony Nurture doctor poured a basin of cold water on Qin Tang's head.

【Do you think Doctor Zheng can cure my grandfather's illness?】

【It should be impossible; Alzheimer's disease remains a challenge worldwide.】

Qin Tang felt somewhat troubled; he silently closed his phone, handed it to the assistant beside him in a tight short skirt, and stopped looking at the Harmony Nurture doctors' praise of Zheng Lao Ban.

As long as I know Zheng Lao Ban is an outstanding doctor, that's enough; the rest doesn't matter.

"Doctor Zheng is indeed very capable," Qin Tang said to Zou Yu.

"Really?" Zou Yu said, covering her mouth with a laugh: "My father's illness was diagnosed by Doctor Zheng in Pengcheng, and the surgery was later performed at 912."

"Sigh." Qin Tang let out a sigh.

Zou Jia Hua is merely of my uncle's generation; at his age, the chances of recovery from many illnesses are quite high.

But my grandfather belongs to the elderly.

Human effort cannot reverse fate; this is destiny.

"There's news that your family wants to invite Master Song to look at the feng shui again?" Zou Yu asked.

In desperation, one grasps at straws; there's really nothing else to do. The family wants to use Master Song's secret inherited technique to change fate and feng shui. Qin Tang sighed and said.

Master Song, his real name is something everyone has forgotten.

He was the exclusive feng shui master for many wealthy families in Xianggang.

Master Song had no sons; in his old age he had a daughter, so he could only pass on his entire robe and bowl to his daughter, Song Moqi.

Song Moqi was extraordinarily talented, said to surpass the blue from which it came; after Master Song's death, she gained recognition from many wealthy families and continued the title of exclusive feng shui master.

But she rarely appears before people; to ordinary folks she is a mysterious legend.

Recently, it is said that Song Moqi, after marriage, is pregnant with a son, nurturing the fetus at home, and is even more isolated from the world.

Being able to invite Song Moqi to come down from the mountain suggests the Qin family must have paid a considerable price.

But can feng shui treat illness?

This matter exists if you believe in it, and does not if you don't.

Qin Tang is an economics PhD from MIT in the United States, and he has always been noncommittal about feng shui matters.

"Trying it out is also good." Zou Yu said: "Zheng Lao Ban is indeed a top‑level doctor, but for this kind of thing, neurologists worldwide have no good solution; it's just doing our best and leaving the rest to fate."

Qin Tang nodded, his expression gloomy.

Fate, luck, and feng shui — this is fate, which cannot be changed.

As they were speaking, Qin Tang's assistant walked over, looking somewhat solemn, holding a phone, and said, "Qin Director, it's a call from home."

Qin Tang's heart sank instantly.

I came to ask Zheng Lao Ban to see my grandfather; the family knows about this. Suddenly calling me, what could it mean……

His hand trembled slightly as he picked up the phone.

Qin Tang said nothing, just listened quietly. He didn't notice the dial tone on the other end, just stared blankly at the ground not far away.

Zou Yu knew, possibly Qin Old Master was no longer okay.

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The surgery ended; Lao He wanted to say a couple of words but realized he couldn't find anything to say.

As an anesthesiologist in the Big External Operating Room, Lao He had never encountered ESD surgery.

After all, it's a newly developed procedure; Lao He didn't understand it, so he had nothing to praise.

But Zheng Lao Ban doesn't like to talk — should we just stay silent face‑to‑face? That would be too awkward.

"Zheng Lao Ban, how did your surgery go……"

"Not bad." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"Have you done it before?" Lao He, grasping for words, felt foolish.

"When I was in Hai Cheng, I performed one appendectomy using a colonoscope." Zheng Ren said.

"……" Lao He really didn't know what to say this time.

Using a colonoscope to perform an appendectomy?

Is that really okay?

Single‑port laparoscope, and you, Zheng Lao Ban, still complain the incision is too big!

Who said Zheng Lao Ban won't do minimally invasive Shou Bing? Come out, I guarantee I won't beat you to death!