Chapter 910: with translation of chapter title

When Zheng Ren was in a daze, inside Xinglin Yuan, Peng Jia was banging his head against the wall.

He saw the surgery video, which was the video of Zheng Ren's surgery last night dissecting the porcelain gallbladder.

After the video was recorded, Professor Yang sent a copy to Lao He. Lao He's restless heart began to feel uneasy.

He uploaded the video to the Xinglin Garden Website and left a sensational title—"Azure-blue specter, the evil lurking in the abdominal cavity."

This video quickly drew countless attention, with download numbers huge.

After all, the General Surgery Department is a major field; nationwide, the number of doctors engaged in general surgery and related specialties is at least ten times that of Intervention Department Doctors.

Faced with the sudden surge of traffic, Peng Jia also paid attention. When he saw that blue gallbladder, he felt terrible.

He couldn't understand the technique.

But the data are cold and objective, silently explaining everything.

If it were meaningless, would so many people download the surgery to watch?

Yesterday I had already decided to do a surgery livestream. Although Peng Jia knew that broadcasting this surgery required approval from the 912 Hospital administration, unlike Zheng Ren's livestream.

Even if Xinglin Yuan mobilized all its forces, it would be hard to settle this within half an hour.

But even if it fails, it still proves one's vision from another angle. As a businessman, when investing, one's eyes must be sharp, like a knife.

Peng Jia still remembered last night's conversation; Zheng Lao Ban said he could do it, but the surgery risk is considerable, not an ordinary porcelain gallbladder.

Then... then I just gave up.

Peng Jia's mind was full of convincing the 912 Hospital leadership to go ahead with the livestream smoothly; then the Surgery Livestream Room exploded like an atomic bomb, its immense power sweeping the world.

Venture capitalists swarmed in; I sat in my office watching them bid against each other.

Without me saying a word, the third round of VC funding would surge past a hundred million dollars, and incidentally bring the documents for a NASDAQ listing.

In a moment's thought...

Just in a moment's thought!

Peng Jia really wanted to bang his head against the wall; why couldn't I just persist a little? Just a little bit would do, just a little!

When I called Hu Yan Hui, hadn't I already decided to hear her opinion? But I didn't trust Hu Yan Hui's luck, nor Zheng Lao Ban's skill; hearing that the surgery was extremely difficult, an S-rank procedure, I abandoned the idea of livestreaming.

Peng Jia felt depressed and irritable for a long time before finally calming down.

He watched the video over and over; in the final part, a light touch of the Hemostatic Forceps shattered the gallbladder, and his regret grew deeper.

Zheng Lao Ban didn't lie; even a layperson could see that the gallbladder truly deserves its name as a porcelain gallbladder—it's really fragile.

But the more so, wouldn't the effect of the surgery livestream be even better?

Past events cannot be changed; Peng Jia quickly sorted out his emotions and began to ponder what to do next.

Just as he was thinking, the secretary knocked on the door.

""Boss, Hu Yan Hui's call.""

""Connect it." Peng Jia's facial muscles stiffened, and he spoke in a hoarse voice.

He sat steadily in the chair, lit a cigarette, then picked up the phone.

""I am Peng Jia.""

""Huh? Are you Cui Lao of the Academy of Engineering?""

""Where is Zheng Lao Ban now?""

""I understand; you keep an eye on things there and report any updates at any time.""

After saying that, Peng Jia hung up the phone.

It seems my judgment was correct; the 912 Hospital's treasure, Academy of Engineering academician Cui Lao, actually went straight to Director Kong to request personnel.

But is Zheng Lao Ban really that capable?

As soon as that doubt popped into Peng Jia's mind, he slapped himself.

MD, haven't you still remembered last night's mistake?

What a painful realization.

All doubts about Zheng Lao Ban are damn wrong!

We must believe in Zheng Lao Ban!

Nobel Prize Nominee—even Cui Lao can't stand it, and yet I'm still doubting? Actually, life doesn't require too many decisions; just follow the wise, and do what they do.

Cui Lao is already so old, yet he can set aside his dignity to go to the Intervention Department to request personnel—this hint is already obvious; if I still hesitate, I might as well not be human.

Peng Jia quickly adjusted his mindset, opened WeChat, and left a message for Hu Yan Hui, asking her to pay attention to the developments.

After finishing everything, Peng Jia finally exhaled, leaned back in his chair, and pondered deeply.

It seems that no matter how much I valued it, the final result still underestimated Zheng Lao Ban.

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""Boss, Fugui'er is looking for you." Su Yun held a phone in his hand, puffing on a cigarette in the water group. This guy can't live without his phone.

Zheng Ren sometimes feels that the best way to communicate with him is in virtual space, via phone.

Even face to face, he doesn't speak... forget it, it's better not to speak, because whenever he does, it's those unpleasant words.

""What do you want from me?" Zheng Ren asked.

Before he could finish asking, the professor pushed the door open and walked out.

""Oh my god, Boss, why are you hiding here?" Professor Rudolf Wagner exclaimed in astonishment, but the expression on his face clearly showed schadenfreude.

The professor and Su Yun have learned bad habits, Zheng Ren thought.

Following behind the professor was that Ge La Ni Te from Switzerland's Jenner Hospital whom I met yesterday.

He felt a bit awkward and somewhat embarrassed.

""Boss, Ge La Ni Te went back, thought it over, and still did it your way." Professor Rudolf Wagner chuckled: "The result? His asthma got better."

"That's not asthma."

"Yeah, definitely not." Professor said, tapping Granite.

Granite's facial expression began to become impressive, he said a bunch of things, Zheng Ren didn't understand, and Su Yun's face showed a punch‑deserving smile.

"Boss, Granite said, he highly approves of your medical skill. The rest is all praise for you, I won't translate." Professor said.

"It's fine." Zheng Ren waved his hand.

The professor turned back, head held high, and said a bunch of things to Granite. Zheng Ren felt that the professor and Su Yun had a good relationship, which was natural. Because the two of them, in a certain sense, are the same kind of person.

The two exchanged a few words, the professor said: "Granite wants to watch your Shou Bing; his main purpose in coming this time is to learn the new TIPS Surgery."

"Is the surgical volume at Gilnier Hospital large?" Su Yun asked.

"Yun Ge'er, Gilnier Hospital hardly has any similar patients, but this does not impact Granite going to Feizhou to do Shou Bing. I think, the surgical volume he provides there is huge." Professor said.

"Let's go sign first, then we'll come bit by bit." Zheng Ren's mind was on another matter—how to popularize the needle‑insertion method of TIPS Surgery in a more plain and easy‑to‑understand way.

"Boss, generally speaking, asthma is caused by bronchial spasms; how do you know it's not bronchial spasm but airway narrowing?" Su Yun asked curiously.

There are two more chapters, afternoon, afternoon. Strive to recover tomorrow~