Chapter 978: 957 Lend Me a Hand

The surgery live broadcast ended, after seeing off the experts and professors who had been invited, Peng Jia sat in the front row of the conference room, watching the final image of the surgery live broadcast, sitting silently, without a word.

Several vice presidents and related personnel looked at each other.

At this moment, shouldn't we be opening champagne to celebrate?

Whether from the astonished and admiring expressions of the experts and professors who had just been sent away, or from the data of the surgery live broadcast transmitted back from the Technique department, it was clear that this extremely 'adventurous' surgery live broadcast was a great success.

But Peng Jia was so silent, still as a mountain that had endured wind and rain, unmoving and towering.

Could it be that he still had something he was dissatisfied with?

In the eyes of the many vice presidents, Peng Jia's figure became even taller and steady, exuding an indescribable aura of wisdom.

The surgery live broadcast began with an obscure account. For this, Xinglin Yuan gained some benefits, but they could never get in touch with the operator, making the matter extremely mysterious and lacking practicality.

Peng Jia, Manager Peng, began to earnestly look for the operator; after coming up empty, he then began to find others to perform the surgery live broadcast.

How many people opposed this at the time?

It seemed that everyone opposed it.

Now these people faced that reddish data, like stock traders who had missed out facing the most violent short-covering rally, and looking at it made them feel ashamed and regretful.

With such vision, it's no wonder Manager Peng single-handedly founded Xinglin Yuan and, within the narrow audience, opened a path, seeking out an endless blue ocean.

Before the surgery, Manager Peng overruled all opposition, persisting in letting Zheng Lao Ban perform the general surgery live broadcast; looking back now, it truly was the finishing touch, a brilliant stroke.

Just this one battle laid the most solid foundation for going public.

Keen vision, a strong ability to seize opportunities, and the execution power to spare nothing—these are what a successful company should have in its helmsman.

No one dared to disturb Peng Jia's thoughts; they were guessing what wonderful idea he was sketching in his mind that would amaze people.

After a long while, Peng Jia moved slightly, his hands resting on the chair, as if he wanted to stand up, but for some reason he stopped.

Soon, Peng Jia waved his hand.

"Manager Peng, what are your instructions?" a vice president, seeing that everyone around was silent, had no choice but to approach and ask in a low voice.

"Help me out." Peng Jia said.

"..." The vice president was stunned.

"..." Everyone present was stunned.

"I'm too tense, my legs are weak, I can't stand up." Peng Jia was displeased and shouted in a low voice: "Quickly help me out, I need to go check the data!"

By this point, everyone suddenly understood.

It turned out Manager Peng was too tense; it was estimated that his skeletal muscles throughout his body were violently spasming, with large amounts of lactic acid secreted, causing him now to be unable to even stand.

They hurriedly helped Peng Jia up with all hands on deck.

Peng Jia still felt as if he were in a dream, watching the final image of the stopped surgery live broadcast; he truly feared that it was a dream he had had, a beautiful dream, not knowing when he would wake from it.

"How is the data?" Peng Jia asked.

His voice hoarse, if it weren't for the vice president of Technique and data being right beside him, he probably wouldn't even know what he was asking.

A string of data, like stirring notes, struck Peng Jia's heart. These data did not excite Peng Jia; on the contrary, he doubted even more that this was a beautiful dream.

Is the newly purchased server, capable of holding fifty thousand people online simultaneously, not enough?

80% are foreign doctors watching.

Several million dollars just arrived like that? No longer an illusory, non-monetizable data stream, but a solid cash flow.

The reason venture capital had been using to suppress the price was that Xinglin Yuan lacked a logical, clear profit model; this huge problem was thus easily solved.

Really...

Damn it!

Peng Jia cursed loudly in his heart; supported by the secretary, his legs trembled like a pendulum.

He struggled hard to control his trembling legs, wanting to leave a majestic image in front of his subordinates. Peng Jia exerted great effort, almost moving back to his office step by step.

The gloom across the sky has cleared; this time the venture capital should really pony up.

The problem of lacking a clear profit model, which had been criticized, was also solved; once this damned matter is over, I will sharpen my knife to a bright edge!

We must not let this heaven-sent opportunity slip by.

Back in the office, Peng Jia let the others disperse, doing what they should. The surgery live broadcast was not an independent matter; there was still much work to be done afterward.

For example, Ge Xie Disease: searching nationwide for related patients, providing them with information that allows them to seek treatment and undergo Shou Bing, and doing our best to persuade patients and their families to continually undergo the surgery live broadcast.

Just one Ge Xie Disease complicated by splenomegaly would be enough to sustain Xinglin Yuan's traffic and cash flow for half a year.

Moreover, there's also TIPS Surgery.

If Ge Xie Disease Shou Bing treatment covers a broad scope, but TIPS Surgery is an extremely high-end procedure, a Nobel Prize nomination project.

Once a Nobel Prize is obtained, what kind of explosive growth will Xinglin Yuan have?

Thinking of this, Peng Jia's heart suddenly moved, with premature ventricular contractions, bigeminy, and atrial premature beats all occurring together.

It was as if two pacemakers were installed on his heart, beating simultaneously, making him feel difficulty breathing. The pain in his chest and back suddenly intensified, the coronary artery could no longer meet the heart's blood flow demand, and began to spasm.

With his hand over his heart, Peng Jia struggled for a long time before obtaining Nitroglycerin, which he placed under his tongue.

Actually he knew he didn't have Coronary Heart Disease; this was a hysteria. And Nitroglycerin, even if it were a placebo, made his subconscious feel treated, alleviating symptoms.

After nearly half an hour, Peng Jia finally calmed down.

He dared not look at the data again, fearing that seeing data sufficient to cause a heart attack would kill him in the office.

This is no exaggeration.

Peng Jia gazed out the window at the Huangpu River, feeling uneasy at some point, as if he had forgotten something.

What important thing had he forgotten?

He did not ignore the worries deep in his Inner Mind, and began to think carefully.

Venture capital? No.

The venture capital of the multinational consortium; as long as we proceed step by step in Negotiation, we provide beautiful data on our side, then ask for a high price, and wait for the other party to pay on the spot.

Now it's not a question of whether it can be sold, but of how much can be sold.

Such a matter, vital to the life and death of Xinglin Yuan, has already seen a breakthrough; what else is there for me to worry about?

His inner unease grew stronger and stronger, giving him the feeling that if it couldn't be resolved, something big would surely happen!

Damn!

After who knows how long, Peng Jia cursed himself.

The source of all this is Zheng Lao Ban! How could I forget him!