Chapter 3124: with translation of chapter title

In Stockholm, Sweden, Xie Ning sat in a chair behind two operating pods, quietly watching a bizarre surgery underway.

The new product launch is scheduled to take place after the Nobel Prize award ceremony on the 10th; invitations have already been sent to attending experts, and preparations are thorough.

But the sudden emergency surgery gave Xie Ning a new idea. He calmed down before the surgery, pondered for ten minutes, and ultimately decided not to rush the product launch and the surgery live broadcast.

Xie Ning wasn't worried about the surgery failing.

Xie Ning was confident in Zheng Ren's strong technical skills, but his biggest concern was the network speed here—painfully slow, with extremely high latency. He worried that his cheap son-in-law wouldn't be used to it and might make some foolish mistake.

Things weren't that urgent, and the surgery recording was the same; Xie Ning finally made a decision.

"Dad, why isn't there an operating pod for the instrument nurse?" Xie Yiren had no pod, so she could only sit below, puffing her cheeks in frustration, watching.

Xie Ning smiled kindly.

"With me here, efficiency can increase by 30%," Xie Yiren said.

"At the exhibition we had it, but that operating pod hasn't arrived yet. And… aren't you worried that constantly being in surgery will tire you out?" Xie Ning said.

"Not tired, watching them clumsily fetch instruments makes my heart almost burst with anxiety." Xie Yiren stared at the screen, her fingers twitching twice, instinctively wanting to hand some instrument to the robotic arm Zheng Ren was operating.

All right, all right, we just need to seize the time, Xie Ning thought.

"Boss, slow down a bit—are you used to operating with delay?"

"I'm almost used to it, but the surgery isn't fast, the latency fluctuates, and I'm really not used to it. We can't use fiber optics; having a 5G wireless signal would be nice, but the network here is too slow."

Zheng Ren rarely complained and grumbled.

But these complaints didn't affect the surgery; the screen showed the robotic arm continuing its orderly procedure. Every small blood vessel and piece of bodily tissue was separated with crystal clarity, the anatomical structure so clear it was astonishing.

Suddenly, Xie Ning thought: latency is like aging—reactions surely aren't as quick as a young person's. Looking at the current operation, could Zheng Ren really be up there at 80, solving problems others can't?

That thought was a bit absurd, but the more Xie Ning pondered it, the more amusing it seemed. The sense of temporal dislocation was crystal clear; compared to the surgery broadcast a few days ago in the Imperial Capital, under the slow network signal transmission, Zheng Ren truly seemed "old."

The previous surgery was a more difficult interventional procedure, lasting twenty minutes total, with embolization of a fourth‑order blood vessel; in plain terms, it was basically shooting medicine directly at the tumor.

Even before the surgery broadcast ended, inquiries came from several hospitals in the Imperial Capital and the Magic Capital, asking just how precise this robotic arm could be.

A spark had already fallen onto the prairie, and Xie Ning could faintly imagine a prairie fire forming. Yet before the next step could be taken, a surgery conducted thousands of miles away over a poor network signal once again broke through the previous bottleneck.

Xie Ning doesn't understand surgery, but he understands people.

Seeing Zheng Ren calmly enter the operating pod, seeing Su Yun with a relaxed expression praising the background music "Good Luck Come," and seeing his own precious daughter demanding the instrument nurse's operating pod, he knew the surgery would surely succeed.

Surgery of this level poses no challenge to Zheng Ren; it's like… a fish bone.

What's next, what should we do? Xie Ning hesitated slightly.

His son‑in‑law moved too fast, production couldn't keep up, and it all amounted to nothing. Business matters can be described as complex or simple, whichever you like. The wind‑fall theory has been widely accepted, and in this blue ocean they gleefully roam.

This time, it's comparable to the wind‑fall he once charged into real estate years ago. But now, with strong technological backing, the moat is so tight that hardly a breath of air can get through.

Xie Ning unconsciously made a swallowing motion; his cheap son‑in‑law really is capable.

"……" No content.

"……" No content.

912—Ye Qingqiu stood before the camera, Sun Zeli held the microphone, and they were conducting an interview about the ongoing surgery.

He had already finished everything he needed to do; all that remained was an impromptu interview proposed by Hua Shi TV. Since the directors were absent, the face‑to‑face surgery interview could only be taken up by Ye Qingqiu, the department head.

"Have Zheng Lao Ban do it again?" Neither Director Yan nor Vice President Yuan would make such a request.

"This is the newly established robotic‑arm surgery model from Professor Zheng's team at our 912 Hospital; Professor Zheng himself has already gone to Sweden to attend the Nobel Prize award ceremony…" Ye Qingqiu faced the camera, gave a brief rundown of the situation, then directed the camera into the operating room.

Since it isn't a patient surgery, sterility concerns can be relaxed a bit. Nevertheless, out of habit, everyone changed into isolation gowns despite the time pressure; even the camera was wrapped in a sterile plastic sheath, just like the endoscopic equipment.

The operating room was empty except for the faint sound the robotic arm made when it rotated. That low humming seemed to remind everyone that surgery was underway.

"Thanks to Professor Zheng's team's efforts, remote surgery has become reality," Ye Qingqiu continued, "and this surgery differs essentially from the live‑broadcast surgery we did a few days ago."

"What's the difference? Is it the distance?" Sun Zeli asked.

"According to Professor Zheng in Sweden, wireless 4G network latency is too high to support remote surgery. That's why we see Professor Zheng only operating on a simulacrum, while the actual patient for this procedure is at the Women and Children's Hospital in the Imperial Capital."

"Under these harsh conditions, overcoming the lack of 5G network support leaves us no choice but to adopt this approach."

"To roll out remote surgery worldwide, lacking 5G network support is basically impossible."

Ye Qingqiu stared wide‑eyed and spouted nonsense, saying it with such earnestness that not only Sun Zeli but even that cold camera believed him.

"Even under these harsh conditions, 912 Hospital and the Imperial Capital Women and Children's Hospital still flexibly use existing technology, intertwining it with remote surgery to forge a novel surgical model, doing everything possible to safeguard patients' lives."

Ye Qingqiu spoke clearly, while in the background four robotic arms moved in orderly fashion; the surgery for a rare disease, overcoming one difficulty after another in these harsh conditions, proceeded with treatment.

Regarding this display reminiscent of future technology, Sun Zeli was quite pleased—especially since Zheng Lao Ban wasn't at home. If he were, he'd surely say this isn't practical, that isn't practical. But whether it's futuristic tech or not, everyone wants to see the spectacle; who cares if it's actually practical?

Sun Zeli muttered a small complaint in her heart about Zheng Lao Ban.