Chapter 2997: with translation of title

Any problem? What's up? Is there a lot of family stuff, or do you hope that after the Shou Bing you can go compete in the Olympics? Su Yun asked disdainfully.

"Can you speak properly?" Chang Yue pushed her glasses, looking at Su Yun unhappily said.

"What problem?" Zheng Ren asked.

"I can't explain it clearly, just a vague feeling." Chang Yue said, "Patient in bed 1 of room 13, a 45-year-old female patient, condition not serious, her lover……"

Speaking, Chang Yue also was vague a bit.

"How?"

"I can't explain it, just feel her lover smiles too gently, especially when facing the patient, like acting." Chang Yue said, "Maybe it's my illusion."

"Definitely it's your illusion!" Su Yun said disdainfully, "Family treats the patient poorly, you can't stand it; you treat the patient too well, you also can't stand looking, you say why you're so hard to serve."

"Emmm……" Chang Yue hesitated a moment, fell into thought, rarely seen not retorting.

It seems this matter indeed caused Chang Yue great distress, to the point she had no mood to retort Su Yun.

However Zheng Ren and Su Yun also didn't take it seriously; maybe Chang Yue just lacks a knack for judging people. Such a thing is hard to say, the saying "marvelous and ineffable" makes sense.

Zheng Ren found a computer, drove away Gu Xiao Ran who was busy writing medical records, opened the imaging workstation to look for Xiao Shitou's films.

The fresh-out-of-the-oven films showed white on both lungs……

The films were hazy white; although the fibrotic tissue didn't cover the whole lungs, it still gave Zheng Ren a headache.

This is a manifestation of pulmonary fibrosis; speaking of it is really a headache. The anti-tumor drug given by Bota works well, but side effects are also strong. Normally a new drug entering clinical trials has countless procedures; Zheng Ren had no choice but to take a risk.

Looking at Xiao Shitou's films, Zheng Ren fell into thought.

Boss, Peng Jia Manager Peng asks if you have time. Su Yun said holding her phone, "Today's live broadcast is really hot; I estimate Manager Peng wants to celebrate a bit."

"No time." Zheng Ren directly refused.

"Guess it, I replied to him." Su Yun tapped repeatedly with both hands, replied to Peng Jia.

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Modu, Peng Jia received Su Yun's expected reply, could only smile helplessly.

Business grew bigger and bigger, Peng Jia naturally was happy.

After Xie Ning's strong takeover of Xinglin Yuan, the whole company had already been put on the fast track in operations; as the profit model was confirmed, the matter of going public was also in planning.

Now it seems the IPO should be on Wall Street; Ning Shu has already been in contact with international investment banks. Every time thinking about after going public the market cap exceeding ten billion, Peng Jia feels he's about to have a heart attack.

Previously Peng Jia also had planned the IPO, because without cash flow Xinglin Yuan could not persist, relying only on a bit of advertising income to sustain. As for training doctors and such side businesses, profits were also not much.

Back then thinking about going public was to barely survive; when the time came, cash out and leave. Between ideal and reality, Peng Jia ultimately still decided to choose reality a bit more.

But securities firms aren't fools; without a profit model you can't pass the CSRC checkpoint, plus Peng Jia unwilling to cook the books, so the so-called IPO is just a dream.

Back then the biggest BBS nationwide, Yai Shu, failed its IPO; now he's just muddling along, showing no sign of improvement. Peng Jia knows the forum-model website he operates fundamentally has no profit model; going public is just a dream!

Half a year later, Peng Jia now thinks not about cashing out from the IPO, but daily pondering that after going public the market cap will definitely exceed ten billion; selling just a bit of his remaining shares would bring financial freedom.

Really good.

Xie Ning controls everything down to the smallest detail, the company advances step by step; that's not the point, the key is Zheng Lao Ban is simply too capable of tossing things around.

One Surgery live broadcast, earning all the doctors' money worldwide isn't enough; immediately came industry! It seems he already considered a sustainable profit model.

These days the company is contacting Massachusetts Institute of Technology and Lanke, preparing to establish a new medical device company, focusing on robotic surgery and remote surgery.

This is the future direction; even a ten-billion market value isn't the peak, converting RMB to USD seems still possible.

Standing at the windfall, even pigs can fly! Peng Jia countless times lamented why he couldn't become that pig. But when he was inexplicably brought to the windfall, he felt no fluctuation at all.

No sorrow, no joy, everything is ordinary. After an era-defining intelligent robotic arm Interventional surgery Surgery live broadcast, there wasn't even a celebration.

Peng Jia feels he understands Zheng Lao Ban less and less; he seems to care about nothing, yet in managing Xinglin Yuan Peng Jia always feels he can find the right direction for the future, omnipresent.

Finding the right direction is just one aspect; the key is they also have strong execution ability! The intelligent robotic arm completing Interventional surgery, moving the surgeon out of the Operating Room, everyone knows it's a deal worth a fortune in gold. But who can actually do it? Besides Zheng Lao Ban, who else could manage it.

Forget it, the more capable someone is, the more temperamental they are; anyway I've arranged the celebration, if Zheng Lao Ban doesn't come I'll have to drag the staff to celebrate a bit.

This belongs to team-building work, increasing cohesion.

Contacted the hotel, after work kept a few on-duty staff, the rest went to dinner. Peng Jia was full of vigor, said many heartfelt words.

However he also drank plenty of alcohol, almost ending up as a puddle of mud being sent home.

Peng Jia usually restrains himself, but facing this era-defining change he could no longer suppress his joy. He doesn't know how he got home, memory fragmented; the only thing he recalls is constantly going to the bathroom to vomit, finally just holding the toilet and throwing up, feeling sourly refreshed.

The next morning Peng Jia woke up with a sudden headache, his neck stiff, the hazy hangover really especially unpleasant.

Struggling to get up from bed, Peng Jia prepared to get a cup of water, his eyes not fully opened.

Before going to work, his lover left a cup of warm water on the bedside table; Peng Jia, half-asleep, saw it, he had already grown accustomed to this thoughtfulness. He picked up the water, took a sip, and felt more spirited.

But his head still hurt just as much; after feeling a bit more alert, he felt his head about to split.

Peng Jia rubbed his eyes, preparing to wash up and go to work; alcohol should still be drunk less, yesterday he was too happy, thus he drank too much.

Wanting to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk also requires that ability, right.

But when Peng Jia stood up he realized something was wrong, his eyes…… only a slit in front of his right eye, the eyelid couldn't open at all!

Cerebral infarction, hemiplegia!

Such a thought popped into his mind, Peng Jia's hand loosened, the water cup fell to the ground and shattered.