Chapter 2440: 2355 The Overlord of the Academic World

Eh…… Lin JiaoJiao was speechless.

"Is the Boss short-staffed? We came from Hai Cheng, and on the first day of performing surgery we were sent straight to the front lines—back then we really lacked people and money. But look, in just half a year we've secured such a vast foundation." Su Yun said with a smile.

Lin JiaoJiao suddenly thought of a saying: 'This is all the territory I've conquered for you.' Alas, if either Boss Zheng or Yun Ge'er could stay, how great that would be.

"Why? It's not that the Boss's surgery is good; although his academic standing hasn't been shown yet, any clear‑sighted person knows he's the future academic ace of the medical field. Lanke, aren't you rushing to curry favor? Even if we don't talk about it for long, or mention winning the Nobel Prize, just proceeding step by step, it won't be long—at most five years." Su Yun said with a smile.

Saying this, Su Yun stretched out a hand, opened his fingers, and made a '5' gesture.

"Lanke's new product entering the domestic market—the Boss can't tolerate even a minor flaw."

"They're a major conglomerate; after years of dealing with academic‑level figures, they know how to handle relations well."

"You don't need to know it already; just follow along and learn."

Eh…… Lin JiaoJiao understood what Su Yun was saying.

Liu Xu zhi, a utterly rustic little doctor from the northwestern border, a washed‑up old surgeon past his prime, because of his slight connection with Boss Zheng, was forcibly brought to Di Du and given a post in the Di Du hepatobiliary division.

To ordinary people, this is the best possible outcome. Even I think Liu Xu zhi deserves such an ending, and everyone would be happy.

But… I still underestimated Boss Zheng and Yun Ge'er.

Whether they're righteous or not aside, to everyone the outcome seemed final, but to Boss Zheng and Yun Ge'er it was merely a beginning.

Academic standing and martial‑world status—that's the true final destination. No, that's what I now see as the endpoint; as for what Boss Zheng thinks, it's not certain.

With academic standing, Old Liu would never need to perform surgery again; giving lectures nationwide would let him live well.

Here I daily don dozens of pounds of lead clothing to do surgery, and I also have to ingest threads; I don't know when my immunity will drop and illness will find me.

But if I kept Liu Xu zhi at Yimei, I could crush numerous non‑compliant small cosmetic clinics academically, then train a batch of doctors capable of surgery…

Wouldn't that make me the overlord of the nation's beauty industry?!

Seeing Lin JiaoJiao's expression shift again and again, Su Yun knew she had figured it out, and smiled, saying, "Sister Lin, have you decided how to use Old Liu?"

"Yun Ge'er, you mean… the director of Yimei?"

Su Yun smiled without speaking.

Lin JiaoJiao sighed inwardly; this Yun Ge'er is sharp down to the bone. When you talk to him about something, he can gauge your limits precisely. It makes me feel anguished, yet I can't bring myself to flip the table and break face.

Alas, I really don't want to deal with this kind of monster.

But lately, making money domestically is getting harder, and I can't avoid having to talk business with such people.

Looking at his demeanor, the director of Yimei seems dissatisfied. My price is already high enough—isn't that sufficient?

Lin JiaoJiao pondered for a few seconds, then said solemnly, "I can't decide the share matter on my own."

"Hmm, I'm just saying this—keep pushing on your end; Old Liu's paper and technique should be ready in a month or two."

"That fast?" Lin JiaoJiao exclaimed in surprise.

A top‑tier medical SCI paper normally takes about half a year, and that's already the smoothest case.

One or two months? How could it be that fast?

"I'm familiar with that side, so the editors won't usually give me trouble. Besides, lately I've been close to Lanke, and my ties with their people are good—lots of people want to see my face." Su Yun said flatly.

Lin JiaoJiao didn't know whether Su Yun was telling the truth or boasting, and she fell silent.

"In short, seize the time. You can wait a bit, but you still need to produce several plans to compare and analyze." Su Yun earnestly analyzed for Lin JiaoJiao, saying, "For example, if you could publish this kind of technique‑focused paper, once it's out you could immediately toss Old Liu a big pie on your end."

"If not, then whatever, it doesn't matter." Su Yun said.

Lin JiaoJiao carefully examined Su Yun's expression, yet still couldn't tell whether he was brimming with confidence or just being mysterious.

But he's right; we should still prepare both options.

The director of Yimei Hospital isn't worth much—capital can snap him up with a word. But shares, that's where the real value lies.

Moreover, when entering a stake with this technology, a doctor with academic standing can't have his equity diluted by capital means.

Once you do that, you'll surely end up as enemies; better not to start at all than to reach that point.

And Liu Xu zhi's situation is even more special.

Such a washed‑up old doctor counts for nothing, but behind him stands Boss Zheng—a colossus. Though young, he's already becoming the overlord of the academic world. I fear that by the time my generation dies of old age, Boss Zheng will still be active on the clinical front line.

Lin JiaoJiao grasped Su Yun's meaning; although she didn't know whether Boss Zheng had him backing Liu Xu zhi or something else, she ought to take it seriously.

That limp‑gaited little manager from Changfeng, following Boss Zheng, has gone smoothly all the way and is already showing signs of becoming a force.

Would Old Liu turn out the same way? Lin JiaoJiao felt a mix of joy and worry, somewhat apprehensive.

Surgeries were performed one after another, with Su Yun holding his phone, not knowing who he was chatting with.

Under Boss Zheng's relentless drills, Liu Xu zhi gained a deeper understanding of many weaknesses in his own surgery.

Although his grasp was a bit slow, even the slightest progress is still progress.

After finishing the last case, Su Yun waved his hand and said, "Boss, go home yourself."

"Huh?"

"I'll go to Old Liu's place tonight for a free meal, and meanwhile help him organize his surgical data." Su Yun blew out a breath, his forehead hair fluttering, "Old Liu basically doesn't know how to write for English journals; he just submits his own stuff, and nobody reads it."

"Oh, then you're busy." Zheng Ren chuckled, "Old Liu, watch your fingers—if there's a problem, get admitted right away."

Liu Xu zhi had long forgotten this matter, but when Boss Zheng brought it up again, he furrowed his brow and nodded in agreement.

"Then you're busy; I'll head back first. Tomorrow I'll come in the afternoon to do surgery, Sister Lin—please send me the images ahead of time." Zheng Ren said, "All kinds of pre‑op images and tests."

Although those who undergo this cosmetic surgery are generally healthy and basically have no complications, Zheng Ren still cautiously insists on it.

Medicine isn't a dry trade; if you often walk by the river, you'll get your shoes wet. Even with the blessing of a Big Pig Trotter, Zheng Ren remains careful and cautious, treading on thin ice.