Chapter 1490: 1443 Rounding Up (Alliance Leader Lan Qiu's Route, +5)

Lin Ge suddenly remembered the thought that had just flashed through his mind.

Zheng Lao Ban was going to perform cardiothoracic surgery, but his practice license lacked the relevant specialty qualification.

Skill is one aspect, but the necessary procedures still need to be followed.

Otherwise, if someone brings it up, it won't be good. After all, the surgery will be livestreamed—big forest, all kinds of birds.

There are plenty of people who lack the ability to heal but stand aside spouting nonsense or even causing trouble.

Moreover, if the surgery succeeds, there may be no hidden issues. This kind of surgery, which has never succeeded anywhere in the world, if it fails, people will dig up the fact that he lacks a practice license.

He immediately strode out of the briefing room, found a quiet spot, and thought.

He didn't directly report this to Vice President Yuan, but first got through to Ye Qingqiu on the phone.

……

Zheng Renhe, Su Yun, and Professor Rudolf Wagner arrived at the changing room.

"Director Zheng, the pulmonary valve surgery…" Director Wei felt moved, not knowing how to describe it.

Those who can feel this way are all highly skilled.

The higher the skill, the more one knows how difficult this surgery is.

"The difficulty is indeed great, but if we don't do it, the person will die within twenty‑four hours." Zheng Ren said: "Su Yun, did Xiao Feng call?"

"He called, and he's here now."

"Is the heart‑lung machine ready?"

"Boss, as a flawless assistant, I find you rather long‑winded." Su Yun said expressionlessly while changing clothes.

"All right, you win."

The doorbell rang, and the aunt on duty outside opened the door.

Then Feng Xu Hui's voice came in.

"Sister Liu, you've lost weight."

Although they were about to perform a huge surgery, Zheng Ren felt a bit nervous, but upon hearing Feng Xu Hui's words he couldn't help laughing.

Xiao Feng is quite good at speaking.

"Hurry up and get in!" the aunt who managed the keys, although she knew it was a joke, was especially happy.

"Has Director Zheng gone up yet?" another person asked.

The voice sounded a bit distant; probably they were outside.

"Zheng Ren! I'm looking for you." The aunt in the changing room knew Zheng Ren well; she had met him when he came to the capital for research.

Only three people directly call Zheng Ren by his full name: this aunt, Director Pan, and Xie Yiren.

"Coming, coming." Zheng Ren didn't dare offend the aunt who guarded the surgery‑room changing area; though it seemed fine, she could easily make him uncomfortable all day.

"Sister Liu, what's wrong?"

Zheng Ren glanced and saw it was Zhang Weiyu.

He stood outside the changing room waving; Feng Xu Hui tactfully pushed Liu Xiao Jie, letting her take the key to the women's changing room to change clothes.

This is the red envelope given before surgery; although they know Chief Zheng doesn't need the money, standing here it's still not right.

Zheng Ren threw on an outer garment and went out, asking: "Director Zhang, what's up?"

"Director Zheng, this is a little token from Xiao Jing; he's feeling uneasy and worried you might refuse, so he asked me to deliver it." As he spoke, he raised his hand and shoved the small box he was carrying into Zheng Ren's hand.

Zheng Ren was on guard and didn't take it.

"Director Zhang, you're being too polite." Zheng Ren shook his head. "Has the patient sent anything?"

"Just sent it; still need a moment before it can go up." Zhang Weiyu, clearly familiar with the whole process, said: "Director Zheng, don't be polite—it's just a small token."

Zheng Ren still declined.

"Boss, wait at the door a moment; Qin Tang is looking for you." Su Yun's voice came from inside.

"Okay." Zheng Ren and Zhang Weiyu were shoving and arguing.

Soon, Qin Tang strode over from one end of the hallway, followed by two bodyguards.

Seeing Zheng Ren and Zhang Weiyu arguing, that little black box…

Qin Tang smiled, also knowing he had come at the wrong time.

But since there was surgery to attend to and he had other matters, he simply walked over and said: "Director Zheng, sorry to bother you."

"How's your grandfather?" Zheng Ren took the opportunity to shove Zhang Weiyu aside with a bit of force.

Zhang Weiyu saw Qin Tang's dignified bearing, the air of a wealthy family used to giving orders, and was slightly taken aback.

For those who run restaurants or do business, reading people's expressions is important.

He didn't argue with Zheng Ren in front of Qin Tang, instead picking up his small case and stepping aside. He wondered inwardly how Director Zheng could have such strength.

"Director Zheng, my grandfather has already woken up; looking at him now, there's no problem at all." Qin Tang was in high spirits, his emotions full, the picture of someone refreshed by happy news.

"Then that's good." Zheng Ren, who had known this all along, said lightly.

"Director Zheng, this is the transfer receipt; the money went straight into your charity fund's account." Qin Tang produced a receipt, respectfully handing it to Zheng Ren: "Converted to euros, my grandfather called it, and he rounded off the change."

"Huh? Why round off the change?"

Zheng Ren frowned slightly, glanced at it, and saw it read twenty million euros.

"Sweat—turns out it's rounding up; that's an interesting way of putting it."

Zhang Weiyu stood aside, seeing the number on the receipt, his brow twitched slightly, and his small case felt suddenly light.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Zheng Ren, still waiting inside for the surgery, thought: although this is room 912, not the People's Hospital of Xilin Town, having suffered a loss once and learned from it, he still prepared to go up and take a look early.

"That's only right." Qin Tang bowed deeply, then rose and smiled: "Director Zheng, I'll return to Hong Kong tomorrow to handle some business, then come back."

"Come back?"

"Following the footsteps of 5G, wanting a share of the pie. My grandfather put me in charge of the 5G projects in Pengcheng and the capital; Director Zheng, please keep looking after me in the future." Qin Tang said politely, somewhat humbly.

No problem.

Qin Tang knew Zheng Ren was busy, so Qin Tang left directly.

Zheng Ren and Zhang Weiyu greeted each other, then hurried into the Operating Room.

Zhang Weiyu looked at the closed doors of the Operating Room, dazed for a long time, before a faint bitter smile appeared on their face.

Zheng Lao Ban was even more formidable than they had imagined.

Xianggang? Which young master just threw down a 20 million Ou yuan red packet, and even sent it straight to the charity fund?

Even tax doesn't need to be paid.

This 'big red packet' of mine really can't be brought out.

Zheng Lao Ban can, no wonder Director Wei of 912 didn't hesitate to believe this diagnosis.

Zhang Weiyu of Jiuyong doesn't understand medical matters, but Zhang Weiyu is a businessman: pay how much, do how much's worth of work.

The big wealthy elite of Xianggang came running to deliver the receipt to Zheng Lao Ban, never mind the amount……MD, 20 million, still Ou yuan, is this such an expensive consultation fee?

Just sending the receipt is worth pondering.

These are all just financial records; there's no need to send receipts or such proof. Zhang Weiyu of Jiuyong knows that the young guy came just to save face in front of Zheng Lao Ban.

20 million Ou yuan, just to save face.

Looks like that half of the Ah White goat isn't a waste either.

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Coinciding with the mid-month extra chapter vote, tomorrow will definitely be more than five updates, the surgery will surely end. Don't rush, don't rush…… won't let the patient lie for 48 hours.