Chapter 2596: line with translation of title

Lin Ge nodded, glanced at Feng Xu Hui, then walked out of the Shujian and came to the control room.

He looked around, not watching the surgery, but picked up a chair, silently walked outside the control room, and silently sat down.

The technician stared dumbfounded.

When Lin Ge worked in the Medical Department before, although he presented himself as a kindly old man, whenever clinical matters required finding Lin Ge, it was always when a mistake had been made—guilty and nervous, even a good temper was useless; he didn't dare meet his gaze.

Just like an ordinary official facing the Embroidered Uniform Guard, this is a natural trait.

Not long ago, one saw Lin Ge moving a small stool to sit outside and watch the door. Zheng Lao Ban is mighty, the technician thought.

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Two hours ago.

When the surgery live broadcast was about to start, at the Xinglin Yuan headquarters, Peng Jia stood anxiously at the company gate, waiting to greet the experts who had come today to oversee the surgery live broadcast.

Although the Xinglin Yuan he founded himself had its control forcibly taken away, Peng Jia felt little resentment; he knew this was something one must endure to survive.

The core technology is in people's hands—that's the hard truth. The forum model no longer fits the times and will be gradually phased out.

Cliff Uncle, who once brought the forum to its peak, could not go public due to an unclear profit model and has now declined into a sorry state.

Xinglin Yuan in Peng Jia's hands also cannot escape this predicament.

Surgery live broadcast—he could see the business opportunity, but couldn't seize it; that's what "eyes high, hands low" means.

Peng Jia acknowledges this: although his shareholding has decreased, his dividends have increased greatly, which is already enough.

Especially as Zheng Lao Ban won the Nobel Prize, the paid viewership of the Surgery Livestream Room has kept rising; if this trend continues, Xinglin Yuan will have no problem surviving within one to two years.

As for what comes after that, Peng Jia feels he can't see clearly and is too lazy to think about it.

But since yesterday, when he learned that Zheng Lao Ban really intended to operate on that late-stage cancer patient, Peng Jia has been in a state of anxiety and unease.

Zheng Lao Ban performing a surgery is quite ordinary, nothing special. But when Peng Jia saw the uploaded medical records and images, he was stunned.

He contacted Ning Shu and solemnly expressed his opinion on the matter.

Regarding the surgery and live broadcast for late-stage cancer patients, Peng Jia firmly does not approve.

But his request was rejected by Ning Shu.

Zheng Ren is a doctor; he knows in his heart which surgeries should and shouldn't be done. Don't let amateurs interfere with professionals—just do the livestream well, and also prepare a contingency plan for how to handle surgical failure.

These were Ning Shu's exact words; upon hearing them, Peng Jia felt a chill run down his spine.

No say at all—this is exactly because I have no authority. Who knows how difficult the surgery is? Zheng Lao Ban does whatever he wants; without supervision or regulation, he's free to perform whatever surgery he pleases.

However, Peng Jia also has no good recourse; the work that needs to be done must still be done, after all, he doesn't just see this job as a way to make money—it's also a career.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have had his eyes light up at the sight of the surgery livestream and directly invited Zheng Lao Ban to do the broadcast after the earthquake relief ended.

The conceptual disagreement is merely a minor issue; Peng Jia consoles himself thus.

To expand publicity and influence, Xinglin Yuan invites relevant experts whenever there is a major surgery livestream.

But as Zheng Lao Ban won the Nobel Prize, inviting people has become easier, and the caliber of the invited experts keeps rising.

This time the invitees include experts from endocrinology, vascular surgery, and orthopedics.

A single surgery involving three different fields—is that reliable? Peng Jia keeps worrying about it.

Ning Shu said not to let amateurs interfere with professionals; if it were a different surgery, Peng Jia would definitely agree that this statement is correct.

But now Peng Jia holds a reserved opinion on this.

The heads of endocrinology and vascular surgery arrived first; behind Peng Jia, a vice president escorted the two directors to the meeting room.

Peng Jia anxiously awaited the director of a renowned orthopedics hospital in Modu.

Ten minutes before the surgery livestream began, a Mercedes-Benz pulled up steadily at the gate. Peng Jia immediately put on a smile, understanding that internal company conflicts must not affect the overall corporate image.

He smiled and prepared to open the car door.

But before he could reach the car, the front door opened and Director Yang stepped out himself.

"Director Yang, you've come," Peng Jia greeted with a grin.

Director Yang nodded, but ignored Peng Jia's outstretched hand; instead, he respectfully opened the rear door, placing his right hand on the door to shield anyone inside from bumping their head when getting out.

Peng Jia's heart skipped a beat; seeing this, he sensed someone more important was present. But Director Yang is already a leading figure in domestic orthopedics—who could command such respect? Could it be…

An elderly, frail old man stepped out of the car; Director Yang supported his arm and said to Peng Jia, "Teacher is quite interested in Zheng Lao Ban; hearing that Xinglin Yuan has a surgery livestream today, he also came to take a look."

"Shen…… Shen Academician!" Peng Jia hadn't expected such a great scholar to show up uninvited; he was momentarily dazed.

Originally, whenever Xinglin Yuan had an event, they would invite doctors from the relevant departments to attend; this also counts as a form of publicity. However, only department heads are usually invited; those of higher rank are rarely persuaded to come.

This surgery, riding on the prestige of Zheng Lao Ban's Nobel Prize, faces almost no resistance when inviting people; upon hearing that the procedure to be livestreamed is this difficult and the performer is Zheng Lao Ban, who just won the Nobel Prize, the invitees all readily agreed.

But Peng Jia truly hadn't expected to invite someone of Shen Academician's stature, especially uninvited.

He wasn't flattered; instead, the instant he saw Shen Academician, it felt like a bolt of lightning struck his head, leaving him completely dazed.

Peng Jia knows the difficulty of today's surgery in his heart; if he botches it in front of Shen Academician, how will he face the aftermath?

In his daze, Shen Academician walked over, smiling and extending his hand: "Manager Peng, hello."

The old man is very amiable, like a spring breeze—not arrogant like some department heads.

"Shen Elder, Shen Elder, I didn't expect your grand arrival; I was momentarily stunned, sorry." Peng Jia hastily bowed, clasping Shen Academician's hands with both his and giving them a gentle shake.

"I'm an uninvited guest; no need for such courtesy," Shen Academician said with a warm smile. "I've looked at the records—Zheng Lao Ban is challenging the limits. Young man, you have courage."

In an instant, Peng Jia didn't know what to say. He hadn't expected Shen Academician to be so affable, seeming like an elder in one's family. He could only rely on instinct to utter a couple of polite phrases, head bowed, ushering Shen Elder into the company building.