Chapter 264: with translation of chapter title

The regulations for poaching personnel at Strait Hospital are more detailed than what Su Yun said.

Publishing papers is indeed one aspect, but although Strait Hospital is a purely American-funded hospital, it is managed by the most professional medical managers from the mainland market, who have long since adapted to local practices.

Regarding papers, domestic PhDs' favored journals PLOS ONE and Scientific Reports are excluded; publishing many papers in them won't earn any credit.

Why?

Because the review of these low-quality papers is lax, their reputation has plummeted. In short, you can buy your way in, making them worthless.

The latest impact factors released this year show that PLOS ONE has dropped below 3.

But the New England Journal of Medicine that Su Yun mentioned is the top journal, with an impact factor of 72.4, far exceeding The Lancet's 47.83.

When converted to an annual salary, Li Xiaochen instantly came up with a figure that left him stunned.

Could it be that we need to match an American professor's salary? No, it must be even higher than an American professor's salary, and not just slightly higher...

This won't work; it would disrupt the ecosystem of Strait Hospital.

Su Yun's single remark dispelled Li Xiaochen's notion of poaching.

"Congratulations, Yun Ge'er; once your paper is published, I'll be sure to read it right away." Li Xiaochen smiled and said that as a courtesy.

"Soon." Su Yun showed no modesty.

After speaking, Su Yun raised his head, glanced at Li Xiaochen, and said: "You want to poach Zheng Lao Ban, but I estimate your authority isn't enough. Here's a piece of advice: if you're going to poach, act quickly. The longer you wait, the higher the price, until even you and your consortium behind you can't poach him."

Zhao Yunlong and Wang Lu, among others, let out a slight sigh, especially Wang Lu, who felt a mix of emotions.

Look at Yun Ge'er's tone: if you want to poach, act quickly; if you have conditions, lay them out promptly; don't play hard to get. Otherwise, hehe, after a while your American-funded hospital won't be able to poach Zheng Ren and Zheng Lao Ban.

Tsk tsk, what is confidence? This is it.

Li Xiaochen smiled and nodded, just about to pour wine, when his phone lit up.

Since it was a drinking gathering, Li Xiaochen silenced the ringer; for unimportant calls, he just glanced and hung up.

This is the most basic business etiquette, and Li Xiaochen observed it perfectly.

But upon seeing the caller ID, his expression turned serious, and he apologetically said, "It's an old friend calling; sorry."

It was a call from a senior executive of an internationally renowned headhunting company.

"Go on, go on." Zhao Yunlong didn't mind, filled Su Yun's glass and his own, and the two drank heartily.

Li Xiaochen took his phone, left the private room, found a secluded quiet corner, and answered the call.

"Li, there's new progress on the leads you wanted to find," the person on the other end said.

"Oh?"

"Dr. Mehari is especially interested in the surgery you performed on the little guy you're concerned about. You also know that Dr. Mehari didn't attend the most recent Nobel Prize ceremony because of his damned prostate."

"..." In that instant, Li Xiaochen's thoughts raced a thousand times.

"Professor Rudolf Wagner has already booked a ticket for three days from now, flying directly to the capital." That person said, "This information is worth $100,000."

"Okay, I'll deposit the money into your account as soon as possible." Li Xiaochen's face showed rare solemnity.

Dr. Mehari, a god-like existence.

On the Nobel Medicine Prize review panel, his opinion carries enormous weight.

Professor Rudolf Wagner won't waste any time, flying straight to the capital. Why? Could it be that Dr. Mehari has taken an interest in the little guy from Hai Cheng?

Li Xiaochen shivered involuntarily and inexplicably thought of the Nobel Medicine Prize.

That's impossible; Li Xiaochen immediately dismissed that seemingly far-fetched idea.

But what price must be offered to poach Zheng Ren before Professor Rudolf Wagner arrives in the capital?

After-tax 1.5 million RMB? Even converted to dollars, it seems rather meager.

But the foreign doctors hired by Strait Hospital earn no more than a million per year; giving such a high annual salary to someone under thirty might trigger a chain of negative reactions.

Li Xiaochen suddenly recalled Su Yun's words; that handsome, girl-like guy was right—this matter exceeds his authority, so it should be decided by the board.

He only thought for a few minutes, then picked up his phone and dialed the chairman's number.

"Su Yun, is what you said really true?" Zhao Yunlong and Su Yun asked after drinking half a cup of wine.

By this point, only Zhao Yunlong had the capacity to keep drinking with Su Yun; Wang Lu and the other executives had reached their limit and couldn't drink more.

Drinking more might leave them hungover tomorrow. Feeling awful is one thing, but messing up work is a responsibility nobody wants to bear.

"What do you think?" Su Yun said with a scornful tone; if Zheng Ren heard it, he'd surely find it familiar.

"You're really impressive; every boss you meet is impressive." Zhao Yunlong said.

"Without me, he'd need at least ten years to publish a paper in the New England Journal of Medicine." Su Yun said.

"How enviable! By the way, does Boss Zheng still need an assistant?" Zhao Yunlong asked half-seriously, half-jokingly.

"A general surgery doctor working as an inpatient chief in the emergency department wants to publish an intervention department paper and also find two middle-aged leaders in cardiothoracic surgery as assistants? You're joking. If you're looking, you can't look for cardiothoracic surgery people; find someone else." Su Yun directly retorted Zhao Yunlong.

Zhao Yunlong laughed heartily; this Boss Zheng is simply too interesting. The many departments Su Yun mentioned don't overlap at all, so the so-called technical specialization is nothing to Zheng Ren.

Marvelous person!

Very marvelous!

After chatting a while, Li Xiaochen returned with a smile.

Although he had a smile, Su Yun could see at a glance that beneath his smile lay great solemnity.

Su Yun's mind turned, and he smiled saying: "Director Li, I understand you want to poach Boss Zheng; do you feel your authority isn't enough?"

Li Xiaochen didn't avoid it, and nodded.

Sometimes being a bit sincere actually helps the situation.

"I'll tell you something; whether you can do it depends on your own ability." Su Yun said jokingly.

Li Xiaochen sat up solemnly and asked: "Yun Ge'er, please speak."

"Wang Lu knows that Boss Zheng has his own dedicated instrument nurse."

After hearing that, Wang Lu nodded. That day, on the stage, when he heard Su Yun say the equipment nurse hadn't come, his astonishment remains unforgettable. He originally thought Su Yun was bragging, but now it seems that not having a dedicated equipment nurse is the strange thing.

You mean, to poach Zheng Lao Ban, we have to poach the whole team?! Li Xiaochen's eyes lit up instantly.