Chapter 258: 0252 Not surpassing, but crushing (1/5)

0252 Not surpassing, but crushing (1/5)

The surgery ended, but before the patient was even sent out of the operating room, countless calls came flooding in, and Director Kong's phone was instantly blown up.

Li Haitao was not idle either; although so many professors and experts had left, the project team still existed. He never expected that this little doctor Zheng Ren would actually complete the surgery so excellently.

Because it was a live-streamed surgery, within less than an hour after the operation, the download count of the surgical procedure had already exceeded 10,000 views.

This is not a social short-video site; to have such a huge number of downloads is completely unexpected.

Li Haitao's face broke into a grin, just like Director Kong's, constantly receiving calls, busy as fuck.

Where there is joy, there is also disappointment.

In Modu, the newly established China headquarters of Berps International, the Pan-Asia Regional President Huang Zhishan watched the video playback in a dazed, lost manner; although he couldn't understand it, he could still read the expressions of the few professionals hired around him.

Everyone's expression was solemn and serious, yet lacking liveliness.

Each one wanted to speak but held back.

What they wanted to say was easy to answer; this was basically a free-point question.

They had hired the world's top expert in the field of classification, Professor Rudolf Wagner, spared no expense, and painstakingly set up a brand-new production line to provide professional microguidewires and microcatheters—wasn't that enough?

The facts proved—it was indeed not enough!

Whether the surgery failed or succeeded, Huang Zhishan didn't care; he wanted the product to smoothly enter the mainland market from the get-go.

But, less than three days after the celebration, a reportedly under‑thirty‑year‑old upstart emerged from the capital, challenging Professor Rudolf Wagner's prostate interventional embolization procedure.

Even more unbelievable, he actually succeeded!

Holy shit, it's like seeing a ghost!

So many top‑tier professors nationwide had given up trying or challenging it—what does this little doctor have going for him?

Even after watching the video playback, Huang Zhishan still refused to believe it.

He glanced around, took a look at the expressions of the highly paid professionals they'd hired, and Huang Zhishan's heart sank into an endless abyss.

He took a few deep breaths to steady his mind, then after a moment he asked gently: "Please, come forward—you're here to evaluate this surgery. What are your opinions?"

Clinging to his last shred of hope, Huang Zhishan gripped tightly onto that straw—whether it existed or not—and struggled desperately.

Silence— the large office was filled with silence.

"Professor Sophie, please go first," Huang Zhishan said, crossing his hands and placing them on his lower abdomen, trying to adopt a comfortable posture to appear natural.

But from others' perspectives, his posture was so stiff, like a patient with rigid muscles and opisthotonus.

"Dear Huang, are you sure about the authenticity of this surgery?" Professor Sophie, called upon, could no longer stay silent, and then voiced the doubt deep in her heart.

Another expert in his fifties was fiddling with a PID, the light and shadow flickering across his face, making him look somewhat sinister.

"Sophie, I'm verifying this matter," that person said, without waiting for Huang Zhishan to speak, head lowered.

"Olivier, if you don't put down that damn social tool……"

"I've been asking a few old friends; their answers will make Huang despondent." Olivier shrugged indifferently and said, "The surgery in the capital was live‑streamed; although many experts had left the capital, many local doctors watched on site, and what they saw was no different from what we just saw."

"…" Huang Zhishan's heart turned cold.

"Good Lord, could this not be an illusion?" Sophie made an exaggerated expression, saying, "Given the current level of technology, as far as I know, Professor Rudolf Wagner has already reached the limits of human capability."

"Limits and records are set there precisely to be surpassed," Olivier said teasingly.

"But this is too fast," Sophie said. "Moreover, this isn't surpassing—it's crushing. I wonder if Professor Rudolf Wagner, upon seeing this, would feel as if he'd been run over by a precise yet clumsy King Tiger tank."

"I think……"

"Enough!" Huang Zhishan felt he could no longer tolerate it, then cursed and almost shouted: "Can you really be held responsible for what you're saying?"

"Although I don't believe this is factual, dear Huang, this is the fact." Olivier said calmly: "In this world, there are many geniuses unknown to people; occasionally encountering one is no big deal. Good heavens, I really want to see Professor Rudolf Wagner's expression right now—that would surely be an interesting thing."

Huang Zhishan despaired, his rigid muscles instantly losing strength, and he collapsed limp into the wide chair.

The few invited experts exchanged glances, felt that staying any longer was pointless, and stood up.

Olivier elegantly walked up to Huang Zhishan and said in French: "Dear Huang, the bill has been sent to you—don't forget to sign for it."

Everyone left, leaving only Huang Zhishan staring blankly at the ornate, elaborate ceiling like a dead fish.

I don't know how long later, the phone rang, breaking Huang Zhishan's train of thought.

"Huh?" Huang Zhishan squeezed out a weak, breathless sound.

"Get her out! The farther away, the better!" Hearing the secretary's sweet, cloying tone on the phone and the mention of that person, Huang Zhishan, as if injected with adrenaline, roared in anger!

……

Hua Ying Ying wore a standard professional woman's smile as she stood before Huang Zhishan's secretary, holding her résumé.

She knew this résumé was merely a formality.

After a few days of frantic contact, she left a resignation letter at Longwind Micro‑creation and then went to Berps International's headquarters.

Once the secretary confirmed it, she would enter the office of Berps International's Pan‑Asia Regional President and face her future superior.

What position would he give her?

Hua Ying Ying was confident she would at least be a regional general manager—likely the sales manager of the crucial Modu region—after all, her connections were in Modu, which would be a very important resource for Berps International as it just stepped into the mainland market.

But……

A coarse voice came from the secretary's handset; without the secretary saying anything, Hua Ying Ying could hear it loud and clear.

Her face instantly turned ugly, but out of professionalism she recovered her composure after a few seconds—at least as far as her expression showed.

"Since the president isn't available, I'll come back in a few days to not disturb," Hua Ying Ying said, making her movements as graceful as possible, leaving her résumé behind and turning to leave.

Damn it! Hua Ying Ying cursed under her breath.

Leaving the CBD where Berps International is located, Hua Ying Ying's mind raced through countless possibilities.

On the road crowded with white‑collar workers, Hua Ying Ying took out her phone, thought for a while, and placed a call.