The Surgeon's Studio

Chapter 891 - Banging His Head Against the Wall

Chapter 891: Banging His Head Against the Wall

While Zheng Ren was in a trance, Peng Jia was banging his head against the wall in Xinglin Garden.

He saw the video of the surgery. It was the video of Zheng Ren peeling off the porcelain gallbladder last night.

After the video was recorded, Professor Yang passed it to Lao He. Lao He’s restless heart began to feel uneasy.

He uploaded the video to Xinglin Garden’s website and left behind a sensational title–Blue Ghosts: Evil Monsters in the Abdomen!

This video quickly attracted the attention of countless people, and the number of downloads was huge.

After all, the General Surgery Department was a major department. The number of doctors in the country who were engaged in general surgery and related professions was at least ten times more than the number of doctors in the Interventional Department.

In the face of the sudden influx of traffic, Peng Jia also paid attention. When he saw the blue gallbladder, his whole person was in a bad mood.

He could not understand the technique.

But the data was cold and objective. It silently explained everything.

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

Yesterday, he had made up his mind to do a live broadcast of the surgery. Although Peng Jia knew that to broadcast the surgery live, he needed the consent of the 912 Hospital. It was different from the live broadcast on Zheng Ren’s side.

Even if Xinglin Garden mobilized all their forces, it would still be very difficult for them to settle this matter within half an hour.

But even if they could not do it, it would also prove that they had good eyesight. As a businessman, when it came to investing, one’s eyesight had to be as accurate as a knife.

Peng Jia still remembered the conversation last night. Boss Zheng said that he could do it, but the risk of the surgery was quite high. It was not an ordinary porcelain gallbladder.

Then...he freaking gave up.

Peng Jia’s mind was filled with the leaders of the hospital’s upper management who had convinced the 912 to successfully broadcast the surgery. Then, the surgery broadcast room exploded like an atomic bomb, and a huge power swept across the world.

Venture capitalists swarmed over. He sat in his office and watched them compete with each other.

Without him having to say anything, the third round of venture capitalists would soar to more than 100 million US dollars, and they would also bring the documents to go public on NASDAQ.

In a moment of thought...

In a moment of thought!

Peng Jia really wanted to bang his head against the wall. Why did he not persevere? It would only take a moment, a moment!

When he called Hu Yanhui, he already decided to listen to her opinion. However, he did not believe in Hu Yanhui’s luck or Boss Zheng’s methods. When he heard that the surgery was extremely difficult and was an S-grade surgery, he gave up the idea of broadcasting it live.

Peng Jia was frustrated and irritable for a long time before he finally calmed down.

He watched the video over and over again. At the end of the video, he gently touched the hemostatic forceps and the gallbladder shattered. His heart was filled with regret.

Boss Zheng did not lie. Even an amateur like him could tell that the gallbladder was indeed worthy of being called a porcelain gallbladder. It was really very fragile.

However, the more it was this way, the better the effect of the streaming of the surgery was.

The past could not be traced back. Peng Jia quickly sorted out his emotions and began to think about the future.

As he was thinking, the secretary knocked on the door.

“Boss, it’s Hu Yanhui.”

“Put her through.” Peng Jia’s facial muscles were stiff as he spoke in a hoarse voice.

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

“It’s Peng Jia.

“Oh? Is it Cui Lao from the Engineering Institute?

“Where is Boss Zheng Now?

“I know. Keep an eye on him and report the situation at any time.”

After saying that, Peng Jia hung up the phone.

It seemed that his judgment was right. Cui Lao, the treasure of the 912’s community college, the Academician of the Engineering Institute, actually went directly to Chief Kong to ask for him.

But was Boss Zheng that powerful?

Just as this question appeared in Peng Jia’s mind, he gave himself a slap.

F*ck, he still had not remembered the mistake he made last night.

What a painful realization.

All his doubts about Boss Zheng were f*cking wrong!

He must had to believe in Boss Zheng!

Even Cui Lao could not help but doubt the candidate for the Nobel Prize! Originally, life did not require too many decisions. As long as he followed the sage, he would do whatever the other party did.

How old was Cui Lao? To be able to shed all pretenses of cordiality and go to the Intervention Department to ask for the person. This was already very obvious. If he hesitated, he would not need to live anymore.

Peng Jia quickly adjusted his state of mind. He opened WeChat and left a message for Hu Yanhui, asking her to pay attention to the development of this matter.

After he was done with everything, Peng Jia let out a long breath. He leaned back in his chair and seriously pondered.

It seemed that no matter how much he valued him, he still underestimated Boss Zheng in the end.

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“Boss, Lil Fugui is looking for you.” Su Yun held his phone in his hand and smoked as he scrolled in the group chat. This guy could not live for a second without his phone.

Zheng Ren sometimes felt that the best way to communicate with him was in the virtual space, using his phone to communicate.

It was better not to talk with him. Once he said something, it would be unpleasant to hear.

“Why are you looking for me?” Zheng Ren asked.

After asking, the Professor pushed the door open and walked out.

“Oh my God, Boss. Why are you hiding here?” Professor Rudolf Wagner said in a surprised tone, but from the expression on his face, it was obvious that he was gloating.

‘The Professor learned bad things from Su Yun,’ Zheng Ren thought.

Behind the professor was Granit Xhaka, who came from Geneva Hospital in Switzerland, whom he met yesterday.

He was a little embarrassed.

“Boss, Granit went back and thought about it, but he still did as you said,” Professor Rudolf Wagner said with a smile. “In the end, his asthma was cured.”

“It’s not asthma.”

“Well, it definitely wasn’t,” the Professor said and patted Granit.

Granit’s expression began to become interesting. He said a lot of things that Zheng Ren did not understand, and Su Yun’s face showed a smile that deserved a beating.

“Boss, Granit said that he recognized your medical skills. The rest was all praise for you, so I won’t translate it,” the Professor said.

“It’s okay.” Zheng Ren waved his hand.

The Professor turned around and arrogantly said a bunch of words to Granit. Zheng Ren felt that the Professor and Su Yun had a good relationship. This was inevitable because the two of them were, in a sense, the same kind of people.

The two of them exchanged a few words. The Professor said, “Granit wants to see your surgery. The main purpose of his visit this time is to learn new TIPS surgeries.”

“Is there a large number of surgeries in the Geneva Hospital?” Su Yun asked.

“Brother Yun, there are almost no similar patients in the Geneva Hospital, but it doesn’t affect Granit’s trip to Africa for surgery. I feel that the number of surgeries provided by him is very large,” the Professor said.

“Go sign it first, then come back bit by bit.” Zheng Ren’s mind was thinking about another matter–how could he make the needle insertion method of the TIPS surgery more easily accessible.

“Boss, a normal asthma is caused by bronchospasm. How did you know it’s not a bronchospasm but airway stenosis?” Su Yun asked curiously.