Chapter 246: with translation of chapter title

0240 This cup, a toast to victory (4/5 for Alliance Leader ruthless helpless extra chapter 3)

Zheng Ren trained continuously in the System Space, the time for thought dwindling, and his Shou Bing became faster and faster.

On average, each Shou Bing brings Zheng Ren about 450 Skill points.

Zheng Renye also felt moved; indeed, it is the most difficult Interventional surgery—just looking at the growth of Skill points tells you that.

Estimated, the peak-level Shou Bing standard is forged by performing ultra-high-difficulty Shou Bing. Always doing appendectomies… one would probably need a thousand or eight hundred years to raise a Skill to peak level?

Even if one could live that long, they still wouldn't reach peak level. The more Shou Bing of the same type one performs, the fewer Skill points are gained per Shou Bing.

Unbeknownst to him, the Skill points, Experience Points, and Surgical Training Time that Zheng Ren had hoarded like a squirrel storing food for winter were completely exhausted!

And his Interventional surgery level, through the frantic accumulation of 450 Skill points per Shou Bing, reached 29,830 points.

The Grandmaster level is within arm's reach.

Zheng Ren gazed at the empty System Space and finally spotted the two remaining gleaming Golden Treasure Chests, which attracted his gaze like a seductive little tramp.

Let's give it a try; Zheng Ren had no thoughts of getting rich overnight.

With a thought, the two Golden Treasure Chests were opened simultaneously.

The already dried-up Experience Points surged upward quickly; Zheng Ren sighed, these two chests, indeed, are still good water.

The light faded, and Zheng Ren discovered that he had gained nearly thirty thousand Experience Points, plus a Skill Book on gastrointestinal anatomy with 3,000 cases of experience, and a master-level Skill Book on ultrasonography.

Although somewhat dissatisfied, these two treasure chests were fairly ordinary, and the Skills were all clinically common; Zheng Ren directly learned both books.

He was just over a hundred Skill points away from being able to raise his Interventional surgery level to Grandmaster, and Zheng Ren felt a bit excited.

Formerly aiming for the Master level, he never expected the Grandmaster level to be so quickly within reach.

He hurriedly exchanged for two hours of Surgical Training Time, and Zheng Ren performed another prostate Interventional embolization procedure.

Now Zheng Ren can control the Shou Bing time to about two hours, which is undoubtedly great Progress, but the completion rate of the Shou Bing, no matter how hard he tries, can only reach 90%.

He hoped that achieving Grandmaster-level Interventional standards would bring some changes.

After 1 hour and 49 minutes, the System Shou Bing ended, and the completion rate of the Shou Bing remained below 91%.

But the increase in Skill had shifted from quantitative to qualitative change, and Zheng Ren finally piled his Interventional surgery up to Grandmaster level.

There was no blinding golden light, no scattering of heavenly flowers; everything was plain and ordinary, as if nothing had changed.

Zheng Ren sat by the small Pond, slowly closed his eyes, and his fingers twitched slightly, as if he held a Microguidewire, freely threading through various Blood Vessels to the spot he desired in his heart.

Yes, that's the feeling.

After nearly half an hour, Zheng Ren opened his eyes; his gaze was clear and bright, like that pond water.

Grandmaster level—so this is what it feels like.

Zheng Ren suddenly understood; the System Operating Room rose from the ground, and he began to operate at the standard of Grandmaster-level Interventional surgery.

Indeed, quantitative change reached qualitative change. After crossing that invisible mountain, Zheng Ren saw a vaster sky and earth.

Prostate Interventional surgery took 1 hour and 32 Minutes, Shou Bing completion rate 100%!

Zheng Ren smiled and bought a bottle of energy potion.

Upon opening the potion, an unfamiliar mint scent wafted out.

Zheng Ren frowned, raising the energy potion toward the little fox across the Pond.

This cup, a toast to victory.

After drinking the energy potion, Zheng Ren emerged from the System Space.

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Bo Sheng International East Asia Regional Executive Director, Huang Zhishan, a Singaporean Chinese, 40 years old.

He grew up in the United States from childhood, receiving a traditional Western education. After graduating from Caltech, he once started a business in Silicon Valley, but ultimately failed.

But he was not discouraged; instead, he grew braver with each battle.

Now, at forty, he is in the prime of life—full of energy and creativity. This time he won, giving a doomed ship a route of escape.

Huang Zhishan felt proud; having withstood pressure from other board directors, his all‑in gamble appeared to have succeeded.

After sending Professor Rudolf Wagner back to Germany on a plane, he returned to his office, looked down from a height, admired the beauty of the Huangpu River, and plotted future splendor and magnificence.

As for offending Di Du and the nation's top professors because of this—those are no problem.

Interventional surgery, the highest‑profit consumables are not in the visceral interventional supplies; the lion's share belongs to cardiac interventional supplies, followed by neurovascular and peripheral vascular interventional supplies.

A prostate Interventional procedure is merely a foothold. By using it to break into hospitals that, due to insurance caps, only pay out and never take in, and then handling insurance reimbursement, the situation is initially opened.

As for the production line specially made for Professor Rudolf Wagner's prostate surgery, it is not in Huang Zhishan's considerations.

That is meant for waste, isn't it?

It has already fulfilled its purpose; after completing the most crucial surgery, it should exit the historical stage. In Huang Zhishan's view, prostate Interventional surgery is fundamentally unsuitable for ordinary people, with absolutely high costs comparable to cancer targeted drugs.

Going forward, Bo Sheng International's focus will remain on the market share of cardiac catheters and stents. Next, we will engage in close‑quarters combat with international manufacturers!

Huang Zhishan was not panicked or fearful; instead, he felt excitement and impulse. It's time to fight, to pave his throne with the enemies' blood and bones.

What could make him happier than this?

Not knowing what those so‑called opponents are doing, Huang Zhishan lets out a faint sneer, although no one can see it now.

Thinking this, he picked up his phone and dialed out.

"It's me."

"What are those losers in Di Du doing now?"

"Well, don't worry about them; this Christmas we must definitely celebrate properly."

After hanging up, Huang Zhishan felt triumphant, with a hint of regret.

After learning of Professor Rudolf Wagner's successful surgery, the top experts in China's Interventional Medicine Discipline were all dissatisfied, and some even felt unconvinced.

But they lack a dedicated production line, and because Interventional Medicine entered China relatively late, they have already passed the golden age for performing surgeries.

Just like Wu Lao Wu Haishi, many people chose to leave Di Du overnight.

In Huang Zhi Shan's view, their dejected departure added a splendid, colorful chapter to his victory; however, this chapter lacked a certain note, making it imperfect.

It's a pity they didn't make a last-ditch stand; if someone ignorant of the depths insisted on trying a prostate interventional embolization procedure, that would have been perfect.

However, this is merely a small regret, irrelevant to the overall situation.

Huang Zhi Shan rose to his feet, swayed lightly, walked to the bar counter in waltz steps, opened a bottle of crimson red wine, and poured it into a glass.

Swirling the wine glass, the color of the wine clinging to the side looked like thick fresh blood.

He came to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the Huangpu River and looking down on the China Financial Center, his chest filled with lofty ambition.

He raised his wine glass, and softly, gently said to the prosperous lights outside the window: "This glass, a toast to victory."