Chapter 2940: with translation of chapter title

Seeing his Boss with a face full of confidence, Su Yun felt helpless and went out to call Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian to get in touch.

Soon he finished contacting and came back saying, "Boss, that side is very urgent; they'll arrive in about six hours. The official notice says tonight is off, so Luo Qie must be eager to see you."

"No problem." Zheng Ren watched Gu Xiao Ran do the Shou Bing, chuckling, "Xiao Ran has always worried about swallowing thread. He and Lin Yuan are both single, unmarried and childless; swallowing too much thread is still not good. This time it's fine—we can move the operator out of the Operating Room."

"I really can't understand your train of thought; at a time like this you're still pondering the Shou Bing." Su Yun shrugged and spread his hands, looking up.

"If a doctor doesn't ponder the Shou Bing or seeing patients, what else can he ponder? Can you grasp anything else?" Zheng Ren retorted.

Su Yun felt somewhat emotional; his own Boss is truly unstoppable in luck. A rare Kocher needle becoming dislodged has caused such a great benefit.

You should know, that Shou Bing is something any doctor can do!

"What damn luck," Su Yun sighed, hoping his luck would continue as before.

"Xiao Ran's Shou Bing is also on track." Su Yun looked at the screen on the operating console and said, "This kid is still quite diligent."

"Hmm, Xiao Ran has been hesitating whether to go to Yimei for the Shou Bing." Zheng Ren said, "I'll figure out how to use Ke Li's thing first, then we'll talk."

"Can we avoid swallowing thread? If so, the medical community at home and abroad would likely be stirred up by a huge wave."

"No, Longwind Micro-creation will surely get the biggest benefit…" Su Yun's mind shifted, and he took out his phone.

"Boss, don't rush on this; I'll contact Ning Shu."

"Making money?" Zheng Ren glanced at the light and shadow on the screen, saying calmly, "We'll cooperate with Longwind Micro-creation if we can; not all money can be swallowed whole."

"Damn! You've had this idea all along?!" Su Yun exclaimed.

"Find Lan Ke, add Ning Shu; I have no specific ideas on how to negotiate, but let's use this opportunity to have Ke Li make demands. The photolithography machines have been brought out—there's no reason to reject a small item from a medical consumables company."

Zheng Ren said with a chuckle.

Su Yun raised his eyebrows; in an instant countless ideas flashed through his mind. He picked up his phone, stopped chatting idly with Zheng Ren, and began discussing related matters with Ning Shu.

After the Shou Bing ended, Zheng Ren returned to the office, busy braiding red string.

Su Yun's hands flew like opening a cabinet, leaving afterimages as he chatted with seven or eight people about related matters. The phone wasn't enough, so he simply propped up his notebook, took over a table, and quickly contacted everything.

Luo Qie and Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian were already on their way here; Su Yun's side progressed rapidly. Ning Shu also displayed his unique professionalism—he had already sensed the business opportunity in his cheap son-in-law, many vague ideas existed, and after colliding with Su Yun they became clearer.

Everyone was busy, only Zheng Ren sat steadily in his chair, leisurely waiting to pick up Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian and Luo Qie.

Although I'm the seller, picking them up is still appropriate.

"Boss, Ke Li says we don't need to pick them up." Su Yun suddenly turned and said, "Someone will pick them up—the Academy of Sciences."

"Oh, that's fine too." Zheng Ren was quite indifferent. Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian still understands himself, and Zheng Ren is pleased about that.

"Ke Li says they'll have dinner together tonight, bringing their own chef."

"Doesn't matter; just have him bring the equipment manual." Zheng Ren said while braiding red string.

Having dinner with Luo Qie, we can't bring Yi Ren—that's regrettable. He's bringing his own chef; I estimate this dinner will be low-key luxurious, but no matter what, Zheng Ren doesn't want Yi Ren to meet this bunch of bloodsuckers from the bottom of his heart.

Thinking it over, I'll just forget it—it's meaningless. I can't let Yi Ren risk anything for a meal; I definitely can't.

On this, Zheng Ren remains firm.

"Boss, I've basically finished talking with Ning Shu; his side will soon produce a proposal for you to glance at." Su Yun put down his phone, stretched, and said.

"If you think it's suitable, that's fine." Zheng Ren didn't want to bother with it; having Su Yun handle it still left him reassured.

"You're really taking it easy as a hands-off manager; aren't you afraid I'll sell you out?" Su Yun said contemptuously.

"The core of the matter is Luo Qie's demand; if you sell me, I can just find Luo Qie again—no problem. I think you won't be that stupid, so there's no need." Zheng Ren said lightly.

"..."

This is technology-centered; Su Yun felt somewhat helpless. Just as he was about to retort, a soft sound came from the computer.

There was an email from Bota.

Su Yun opened it, glanced briefly, and his expression changed.

He spoke urgently and solemnly, "Boss, Xiao Shitou has a problem."

"What's wrong?" Zheng Ren startled, then immediately stood up, looking tense.

This morning's email said that although Xiao Shitou had sputum, it remained around 150 ml per 24 hours, still under observation. As long as it doesn't keep increasing, it's fine—although Zheng Ren also couldn't understand where the watery sputum came from.

Originally Zheng Ren had been thinking that if Luo Qie's side went smoothly, he'd hitch a ride on his plane to Europe to take a look at Xiao Shitou and see what the System Panel said.

But he didn't expect the condition to change so quickly.

"A few hours ago Xiao Shitou suddenly had breathing difficulty and is now on a ventilator," Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren tossed the red string aside and hurried to the computer.

Su Yun immediately made space, but Zheng Ren didn't sit down. He bent over, narrowed his eyes, and quickly read the email.

The email said that at Bota Hospital, three hours ago Xiao Shitou suddenly had breathing difficulty, and by the time the email was sent, 300 ml of watery sputum had already been suctioned out.

The sputum was sent for testing; other examinations from Bota came with a lab report that appeared to show no major issues.

100 ml per hour, still watery; that's 2400 ml a day—aside from anything else, just this fluid loss is a major problem.

Massive fluid loss leads to ion imbalance, shock, and a series of reactions.

Moreover, the lab report notes that with the ventilator's FiO2 at 100%, arterial blood gas analysis shows PaO2 66 mmHg, PaCO2 44 mmHg, pH 7.34—already indicating hypoxemia and hypercapnia.

Light and shadow from the computer flickered across Zheng Ren's face, uncertain.

"Can't wait!" Zheng Ren suddenly said in a low voice, "Book a ticket, fly to Heidelberg. Call Bota and have them send a helicopter to the airport to pick me up."

"Boss... Luo Qie will be here in a few hours..." Su Yun whispered a reminder.

"Have Luo Qie wait for me in Di Du." Zheng Ren said without hesitation.