Chapter 801: 789 The Original Dream

Peng Jia got off the plane, and the secretary contacted Director Qi of the B-ultrasound department at 912 Hospital.

To run a medical professional website, you always need some familiar connections and to know some big shots. Director Qi is one of the trump cards of the Xinglin Garden website, but how much effect this interest-free trump card can have, Peng Jia knows clearly in his heart.

Introduction, meeting, it's a trivial matter. But to get Director Qi to use his influence, that's probably impossible.

Rushing by car to 912 Hospital, Peng Jia's heart was pounding with anxiety all the way.

This concerns the life or death of the Xinglin Garden website; if seen as a battle, it is a battle that must be won.

Failure would mean that in the third round of venture capital, no one would be interested in Xinglin Garden.

But he had no confidence in it at all.

The halo of a Nobel Prize nominee is simply too huge, so huge that Peng Jia cannot bear it.

Arriving at 912 Hospital, waiting at the entrance of the B-ultrasound examination room, the flow of people was constant and bustling.

Peng Jia suddenly recalled his original dream—to give doctors a professional platform for communication, to promote each other, to improve medical standards, and to make the world free of illness and pain.

But putting it into practice is really difficult.

He spaced out a bit; after ten or so minutes, Director Qi came out of the eleventh examination room, his secretary whispered an introduction, and Peng Jia immediately followed Director Qi to the director's office.

Entering the office, Director Qi sat down casually.

Peng Jia bowed slightly, wearing a professional smile; every detail was perfect, so Director Qi would not feel neglected, nor get the impression of excessive enthusiasm.

"Director Qi, hello, I'm Peng Jia. I've long heard your great name; it's an honor to meet you." Peng Jia said politely.

"I'll put you in touch with Zheng Lao Ban, but whether it works out is hard to say. Specifically, it depends on your communication with Zheng Lao Ban." Director Qi said while holding his phone.

Sure enough, that's how it is.

Peng Jia showed a faint smile and said, "It's just some business matters; if Director Qi could help introduce me, that would be a huge favor. As for whether it succeeds, I'll discuss it with Zheng Lao Ban."

Director Qi looked at Peng Jia, his eyes slightly unusual, but he said nothing and instead picked up his phone.

"Hello, is this Zheng Lao Ban?"

"I have a business friend who wants to visit you; do you have time?"

"Fine, then I'll have them wait for you at the operating room door."

After saying that, Director Qi hung up the phone.

"In the interventional operating room, Zheng Lao Ban just finished a TIPS procedure." Director Qi seemed to be thinking of something, saying it absentmindedly.

Peng Jia, however, didn't care.

"Could I make Director Qi take it seriously? That's a joke."

"Being able to make a phone call and pull a string already counts as doing well in PR work."

He gave Director Qi a deep bow, then said a couple of formalities, and turned to leave.

Director Qi watched Peng Jia leave, a faint smile appearing on his face.

This young Zheng Lao Ban really knows how to stir things up.

Touted as the most difficult TIPS procedure in interventional medicine, in his hands it's as easy as slicing melon. A few days ago, Director Qi, out of curiosity, went to watch a surgery.

After watching, he remained silent for a long time.

This is not a traditional TIPS procedure; even after Director Qi watched Zheng Ren's surgery, he felt himself becoming outdated.

No wonder he got the nomination and is competing for the Nobel Prize—he's got the real stuff.

Not only surgery, Zheng Lao Ban is also highly skilled in diagnosis.

The first contact was with a young female patient with a right breast cholesterol granuloma. When Director Qi watched Zheng Ren skillfully locate the lesion under B‑ultrasound, perform the puncture, and take a pathological biopsy, at his level he could find nothing wrong.

Even if Director Qi did it himself, he could only reach that level.

Young people, they're really impressive.

Director Qi even avoids thinking about Zheng Ren; every time he thinks of that honest, simple young man, he feels old.

Xinglin Garden acted quickly; this Manager Peng found the right approach. It's just unknown whether Zheng Lao Ban can recognize Xinglin Garden's value…

But this has nothing to do with Director Qi; he recalled Zheng Ren's TIPS procedure, stared for a few seconds, then brightened up, stretched lazily, stood up, and went back to doing B‑ultrasound.

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Peng Jia arrived at the door of the interventional operating room and waited.

Zheng Ren—he had never seen him in person, but had seen his photo. A very young doctor, so young it makes one's hair stand on end.

At first Peng Jia didn't believe it either—could someone so young really get a Nobel Prize nomination?

But the facts told him that all of this was real.

Peng Jia stood at the operating room door, not anxious, took two deep breaths, then pressed the button on the intercom.

"Who are you looking for?" the intercom lit up, light shining on Peng Jia's face, flickering uncertainly, just like his thoughts.

"Hello, I'm looking for Zheng Ren, Zheng Lao Ban." Peng Jia strove to keep his micro‑expression flawless, trying to leave everyone with the best possible impression.

"Zheng Lao Ban! Someone's looking for you!" judging by the voice, the nurse was older.

"Okay, got it."

The voice cut off abruptly, the intercom was switched off, and the light on Peng Jia's face faded.

Finally about to meet the main person, at this critical moment of life and death, Peng Jia took two deep breaths, calmed his mind, and calmly stared at the door.

So many big shots refuse to do live‑streamed surgery; will this young Zheng Lao Ban agree?

Peng Jia was a little worried; in fact he already had the answer in his heart—what reason would they have to agree?

Just not trying, Peng Jia could never resign himself to it.

Soon the operating room doors opened, and a doctor in an isolation gown walked out.

He removed his mask, exhaled, looked at Peng Jia, and asked, "I'm Zheng Ren. Are you looking for me?"

Uh……

Zheng Ren's face still bore faint traces of fading bruises, making him look especially unserious.

He was already young, and with this kind of background-like bruise, Peng Jia almost didn't dare recognize him at first glance.

However, he reacted quickly, immediately dispelling the confusion that shouldn't have appeared in his mind, he put on an enthusiastic smile, extended his hand and said: "Zheng Lao Ban, Greeting, I am Peng Jia, CEO and president of the Xinglin Garden Website."

"Xinglin Garden?" Zheng Ren reached out, shook Peng Jia's hand briefly, feeling some Confusion.

"As for this Xinglin Garden website, I went there just a few days ago; why would its CEO come looking for me?"

"Hmm." Peng Jia nodded, smiling: "Zheng Lao Ban, when would you be convenient? I have some matters I'd like to discuss with you."

"What matter?" Zheng Ren was still quite Confusion.

He released his hand, looked at Peng Jia, and wondered in his heart what this Manager Peng actually wanted to do.

"Well..."

"Oh, speaking here isn't convenient, right? Then wait a moment; I'll change clothes and come out." Zheng Ren was quite easygoing; seeing Peng Jia's embarrassed expression, he immediately Understanding his meaning.

Zheng Ren immediately went to the Gengyishi, left a note for Xiao Yi Ren, then began changing clothes.

"Boss, who's looking for you?"