Chapter 1467: with translation of chapter title

Zou Yu, however, was not angry; instead, she covered her mouth and laughed, saying: "Occasionally there are some, but not many."

"The probability is too low, the cost too high." Zheng Ren said.

"I estimate the person who designed the robotic arm didn't initially think of Uncle Ning's idea." Su Yun said.

"That's true." Zheng Ren said: "This is quite an interesting matter—remote control; if in the future we can handle such a large data flow, then we wouldn't need to run flying knives."

"Exactly!" Su Yun also had interest in this matter and immediately said: "When the time comes, we'll tell the relevant hospitals about the situation; hospitals willing to accept guided surgery, those with enthusiasm can consider purchasing a set of equipment and accept remote-guided surgery."

"Uncle Ning's business..." Zheng Ren Gang just laughed a little, wanting to tease Uncle Ning about how shrewd his business is.

But the words reached his lips, and in an instant he remembered that Xie Ning was his future father-in-law.

This is our family's business...

"Family," this term for Zheng Ren is so unfamiliar, yet so intimate.

"Boss, Uncle Ning is old and crafty, right?" Su Yun hehe-laughed, looking at Zheng Ren.

"..."

"Hey, it's your family's business, don't stay silent." Su Yun grabbed Zheng Ren's weak spot and teased hard.

Zou Yu, listening on the side, had her eyes light up.

Although Zheng Ren and Su Yun only said a few words, Zou Yu, having been exposed to such things since childhood, is exceptionally perceptive intuitively.

"Yun Ge'er, what do you mean?" Zou Yu immediately asked.

"You have no chance anymore; a couple of days ago, Boss Zheng's father-in-law officially became a shareholder." Su Yun hehe-laughed.

"No problem, we can do three or four rounds of venture capital. We'll make money together; for things you find inconvenient, the Zou family can handle them." Zou Yu said with a smile.

"What can we do?" Su Yun asked lazily.

"Buy technology." Zou Yu, without pretense, directly hit the nail on the head.

Zheng Ren's eyes lit up instantly.

"No rush, go ask Uncle Ning." Su Yun said: "They've done about ten years of preparation; once the 5G network is rolled out, we'll take off in one wave."

Although not spoken in detail, when Zou Yu thought of the vast blue ocean, her blood boiled.

"You guys shouldn't just stare at real estate all day—what's the point? Relying on real estate to reach the stars and seas?" Su Yun immediately retorted: "At first we invested in Penguin, then actually sold it, went to buy Tokyo real estate projects, and still have the nerve to call ourselves business geniuses."

Zou Yu shook her head; she couldn't refute this.

"Back then there were many good projects; you just casually switched, and what was the result?" Su Yun said: "They don't even want to deal with you, genuinely looking down on the real estate industry."

"You haven't bought a house in Hai Cheng, have you?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Who has money to buy a house? Housing prices have gotten so high." Su Yun said resentfully.

One sentence cut to the heart of the matter; Su Yun smiled and continued: "Boss, hospitals like Harmony Nurture are the first batch of target customers; Mayo Clinic is instead not important."

Zheng Ren understood perfectly.

The 5G project's rollout in the Americas is definitely the slowest. Slow, that's putting it optimistically; it's uncertain whether it can even be launched.

Without 5G, all robotic arms are just a gimmick, a joke!

Using Su Yun's oft-repeated phrase—taking off one's pants to fart.

However, by a fortunate coincidence, we just happened to catch the rise of the 5G project.

So this is all fate.

Zheng Ren looked around; in the land‑scarce Xianggang, a private hospital is actually so spacious and luxurious, Zheng Ren also felt quite moved.

He had long been accustomed to corridors filled with extra beds in public tertiary hospitals, where even turning around is a hassle.

Suddenly seeing a private hospital comparable to a seven‑star hotel, he felt somewhat dazed.

"They say Xiehe International and Peking University International are taking the high‑end route." Su Yun said: "Boss, are you interested? If you are, Zou Yu! Throw down a few tens of billions and build a private hospital around Di Du."

Zou Yu hehe‑laughed, without picking up the thread.

"Not interested." Zheng Ren said: "Occasionally looking up at the road is enough; the rest is still about keeping your head down and moving forward. Being a doctor, making money is one thing, healing and saving lives is equally important."

"Petty." Su Yun said, not knowing whether she was referring to Zheng Ren or Zou Yu.

"The TIPS project hasn't been secured yet; by the way, when will the second batch of trainees arrive?" Zheng Ren asked casually.

"I've figured it out; from now on we'll do demonstration teaching in hepatobiliary at Di Du, and that side is well prepared." Su Yun said: "In our institute, we won't get to eat this piece of fat."

"It doesn't matter."

"For now it seems irrelevant, but later that will be a top‑global learning conference in the Interventional Medicine Discipline. I don't believe you'd just pull off a TIPS surgery and then stop there."

"Who knows."

"I've said it all figured out; for example, the ESD project—if we launch the study, our 912 also needs to equip the Di Du hepatobiliary lecture model."

"Formalism is meaningless."

"Only someone like you, a country bumpkin, would say that." Su Yun scoffed, "Ritual feeling—how important is it, do we even need to mention it?"

What Zheng Ren said was formalism, but when it came to Su Yun's mouth, it turned into ritual feeling.

One matter, two ways of saying it, each makes sense.

Fan Tian Shui followed behind, just looking around foolishly, being careful, not daring to touch the walls.

After walking around, Zheng Ren felt quite moved by the luxury here, but he didn't have much enthusiasm.

To him, no matter how luxurious the conditions, they are not as tempting as the box of surgical instruments Doctor Charles gave him.

Returning to the meeting room, Qin Tang also just happened to come back.

His complexion was somewhat strange, neither depressed nor excited.

"How so?" Su Yun asked lazily.

"Boss Zheng, Doctor Su, the surgery might not be possible." Qin Tang said: "My uncle disagrees, saying he'll overnight find experts to come for a consultation."

"Oh." Zheng Ren felt some regret.

After all, there are still over fifty days of surgical training time left; if we can't perform the surgery, it would truly be a pity.

Qin Tang, do you think you've already done your utmost, with a clear conscience? Moreover, the person who finally made the decision wasn't you, so your mind suddenly felt much lighter?" Su Yun asked with a smile.

Qin Tang's face darkened.

Su Yun's words were rather cutting.

Even Zou Yu's expression changed.

Su Yun, however, seemed unaware, smiling as he said: "Lacking responsibility, not daring to go all out in danger—no wonder Qin Old Master, at such an advanced age, still can't let go."

"Su Yun, stop it." Zheng Ren, although also feeling regret, could see that Qin Tang was more shrewd and capable, but lacked a bit of responsibility and the courage to fight desperately.

It's pointless to trouble him; since he won't allow the surgery, we might as well leave.

"You should have asked earlier if you could make the decision, right? Didn't you say your grandfather occasionally regains consciousness?" Su Yun asked.

This guy still wants to perform surgery on Qin Lu, perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps for some other reason.