Chapter 186: with translation of chapter title

Because there were many people, only Su Yun and Zheng Ren rode in Manager Feng's car, and after returning to the hospital they went to the guesthouse.

Watching the Benz S600 speed off into the distance, Fang Lin held his mobile phone and began to call a ride-hailing car.

"Fang Lin, is Yun Ge'er's boss really that?"

"I think so." Fang Lin quickly found a ride-hailing car, hung up his phone, and said: "But his background is really huge."

"What kind of big background could a third-tier city like Hai Cheng have?"

"That's not how you put it; isn't Yun Ge'er just one? He simply doesn't want to be a doctor, but if he did, then today, paired with Brother Zhao, he'd definitely be the one doing the elephant trunk surgery. As for who will be the lead surgeon, I'm more optimistic about Yun Ge'er." Fang Lin said with a laugh.

No amount of words can compare to such a formidable example.

What kind of person could make Su Yun willingly be a little brother?

What kind of person could make a company's salespeople stand guard at Big Dong's front desk for hours just to pay the bill, send him back, and save face?

This person is indeed not simple.

"But I still don't think highly of the research institute's project."

"Even though many big shots' bosses can't solve this problem, he definitely can't either. But coming to the capital to show his face, who knows how his future path will go."

"Fortunately he's from the General Surgery Department... Huh? No, wait, this research project seems to have nothing to do with the General Surgery Department..."

Only then did a few doctors realize this: how could an inpatient chief of the emergency department with a general surgery specialty be invited to join a research project on prostate interventional embolization surgery?

What exactly does he do for a living?

This is just too unbelievable.

This is also too unbelievable, damn it.

"……" ellipsis, no.

"……" no.

Feng Xu Hui all the way escorted Zheng Ren and Su Yun back to the guesthouse.

Downstairs, he exchanged a few polite words, watched the two go up, and then finally let out a breath.

It was already early winter; although the temperature in the capital wasn't as low as in Hai Cheng, it was certainly not high.

Feng Xu Hui thought for a moment, but instead of leaving right away, he tightened his clothes, took out a cigarette, hid in the corner by the doorway, and started smoking.

While smoking, he reflected on his actions today, wondering where there were flaws, where he had fallen short, and whether this would provoke Chief Zheng's displeasure.

As he reviewed and recalled everything, Feng Xu Hui felt his performance was perfect, and only then did he completely relax.

And just then, a few hours earlier, the chairman's heavy, solemn voice on the phone seemed to echo in his ears again.

"Manager Feng, Bosheng International is pushing into the mainland market; the company is at a life-or-death moment. Your project has made a breakthrough, and the company has decided to give full support—state any conditions you need. For this project, only success is allowed, no failure."

Strangely, Feng Xu Hui became the focus of the entire Longwind Micro-creation company.

But life or death… full support… only success allowed, no failure…

Such a heavy burden on a newcomer's shoulders seems rather heavy.

Feng Xu Hui was very worried; Chief Zheng is just a young doctor under thirty, and the company is putting its chips on him—is that like rushing to seek medical help in a panic?

But he understood the chairman's difficulties.

Bosheng International is a multinational medical company based in Singapore, with global sales ranking fourth, absolutely among the giants.

Its products are sold in Europe and America, but they have yet to enter the mainland market.

Because of the successful development of the cardiovascular membrane-covered stent, Bosheng International wanted to make a big profit. But they didn't expect that Boston Technology and other companies would also successively develop new models of the cardiovascular membrane-covered stent, turning what was supposed to be a rich, plentiful feast into a worthless spare rib.

Developing the membrane-covered stent almost exhausted all of Bosheng International's liquid funds. At the end of their rope, they set their sights on the mainland market.

Feng Xu Hui didn't know why Bosheng International would have given up such a big piece of the mainland market cake before, but he knew that no matter how large the mainland market is, it couldn't withstand the encroachment of several giants.

Longwind Micro-creation has been struggling to survive in the cracks; from nothing, it has developed and grown to its present situation, which is no easy feat.

But once Bosheng International enters the mainland market, the first thing it will want to take is Longwind Micro-creation's market share.

Faced with such a colossus, he naturally understood the meaning of the chairman's words about life or death.

Domestic companies, it's not easy.

Materials science has struggled to make a breakthrough, so the overall quality ends up worse than that of multinational companies. All they can do is cut profits and use low prices to attract doctors' and patients' attention.

But in intervention—whether tumor, cerebrovascular, or peripheral vascular—the consumables of multinational companies are undoubtedly more effective than those of Longwind Micro-creation.

Being effective means shorter surgery time, less time that doctors and patients are exposed to radiation, and likewise a higher surgical success rate.

This task is practically harder than ascending to heaven.

Unlike Great China's past sales of program-controlled switchboards, if the machine offers a slightly higher commission and timely maintenance and after-sales service, one can secure a large number of orders.

But doctors perform surgeries with their own lives at stake, and that is the most fundamental reason why Longwind Micro-creation has been unable to accumulate depth and then erupt over the years.

It's so hard… Feng Xu Hui finished his second cigarette. He extinguished the butt, held it in his palm, sat on the curb of the early winter, and softly sighed.

Since the company said it would give full support, let's just do that.

Man proposes, God disposes.

Materials science… materials science… truly a pain in the heart.

Feng Xu Hui stood up, tossed the cigarette butt into a nearby trash can, clapped his hands, and drove off.

Hurry back to get some sleep; tomorrow morning you still need to buy breakfast.

What does Chief Zheng like to eat—steamed buns or soy milk and fried dough sticks?

The capital's bean juice? That seems too strong a flavor; Chief Zheng probably wouldn't like it.

"……" no.

Pengcheng, the headquarters of Longwind Micro-creation, blazing with lights.

The board of directors was still in session, not ending just because it was late at night.

The coffee, bitter yet with a sweet aroma, wafted through the meeting room; every participant wore a worried frown, completely lacking the vigor of urban high-level white-collar workers.

"The finance department can allocate a sum of money to the capital, but I don't think the Northeastern region's Manager Feng could be a variable." A chubby middle-aged man said, "I think we should have Wu Haishi and Wu Lao join the research; perhaps there will be progress."

"What about the Materials Department?" The chairman sat on the other side of the long table, hands crossed, propping his chin, asking.

"No breakthrough progress yet." This kind of meeting is most embarrassing for the person in charge of material R&D.

The research on new materials is making no progress, which not only restricts the development of Longwind Micro-creation but also puts the company in a dangerous situation.

"Speed up." The chairman frowned, "Any new news from Cypress Prosperity International?"

"Yes." A capable woman waved, and her assistant walked in from outside, holding the documents that had just been printed.

"Just received the news, Cypress Prosperity International in Modu is currently conducting related Shou Bing preparations, especially the new model guidewires and catheters, which are being rushed into production overtime. At most one week, they will have a breakthrough progress."

Bad news, one after another.

(This story background is deduced, don't take it seriously. Now Cypress Prosperity International has been acquired by Blue Sail Medical, a domestic maker of sterile Gloves~~~)