When Zheng Ren was in a daze, Peng Jia was hitting his head against the wall in Xinglin Garden.

He saw the operation video, which was the operation video of Zheng Ren stripping the porcelain gallbladder last night.

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

He uploaded the video to Xinglin Garden website, and left a sensational title with a dark blue ghost, an evil monster in his abdomen.

This video quickly attracted the attention of countless people and the download volume was super large.

After all, general surgery is a major department, and doctors engaged in general foreign affairs and related majors across the country are at least ten times more than interventional physicians.

Faced with the sudden traffic, Peng Jia also paid attention. When he saw the blue gallbladder, he was in a bad mood.

He can't understand the techniques or something.

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

If it doesn’t make sense, will so many people download the surgery to see it?

Yesterday I had made up my mind to have a live broadcast of the surgery. Although Peng Jia knew that to broadcast the surgery live, it would require the consent of the 912 Hospital, which was different from the live broadcast of Zheng Ren.

Even if Xinglin Garden mobilizes all its power, it will be difficult to handle this matter within half an hour.

But even if it cannot be done, it proves its own eyesight from one aspect. What about businessmen, when doing investment, their eyes are accurate, like a knife.

Peng Jia still remembered the conversation last night, and Boss Zheng said he could do it, but the surgery was quite risky, not an ordinary porcelain gallbladder.

Then...and then I gave up.

Peng Jia's mind was full of persuading the 912 hospital leaders and successfully broadcast the broadcast. Then the operation live room exploded like an atomic bomb, and the huge power swept the whole world.

Venture capitalists flocked to each other and sat in the office and watched them bid for each other.

Without having to speak on your own, venture capital in the third round would have to soar to more than $100 million, and by the way, they would also bring documents to list on Nasdaq.

In a thought...

It's just a moment!

Peng Jia really wants to hit the wall with her head, why don’t she persist? Just do it once, just do it once!

When I called Hu Yanhui, I had decided to listen to her opinions. But I didn’t believe in Hu Yanhui’s luck and Boss Zheng’s techniques. When I heard that the operation was extremely difficult and it was an S-level operation, I gave up the idea of ​​live broadcast.

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

He watched the video over and over again at the end of the video, and with a gentle touch of the hemostatic forceps, his gallbladder shattered, and he felt more and more regretful.

Boss Zheng did not lie. He, an outsider, could tell that the gallbladder is really worthy of being called porcelain gallbladder, it is really crisp.

But the more this happens, the better the live broadcast of the surgery is.

The past cannot be pursued, so Peng Jia quickly prepared to sort out his emotions and began to think about what to do in the future.

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

"Boss, Hu Yanhui's phone number."

"Come in." Peng Jia's facial muscles were stiff and astringent.

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

"I'm Peng Jia."

"Hmm? Is it Mr. Cui from the Academy of Engineering?"

"Where is Boss Zheng now?"

"I understand, you are staring at that side and report the situation at any time."

After saying that, Peng Jia hung up the phone.

It seems that my judgment is correct. The treasure of the 912 Town Court, Mr. Cui, an academician of the Academy of Engineering, went directly to Director Kong to ask for someone.

But is Boss Zheng that powerful?

This question just appeared in Peng Jia's mind, and he slapped himself in the face.

md, don't you remember the mistake last night?

What a painful understanding.

All the doubts about Boss Zheng are really wrong!

You must trust Boss Zheng!

Even Mr. Cui couldn't help but doubt the Nobel Prize candidate. He was still suspicious? Originally, life didn't require too many decisions. Just follow the sage and do whatever others do.

How old is Mr. Cui? He can break up and ask for people in the intervention department. What a big reminder. If he still hesitates, he will not have to be a human being.

Peng Jia quickly adjusted her mentality, opened WeChat, and left a message to Hu Yanhui, so that she could pay attention to the development of this matter.

After finishing everything, Peng Jia let out a long sigh, leaned on the backrest chair, and pondered seriously.

It seems that no matter how much I pay attention to it, I still underestimated Boss Zheng in the end.

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"Boss, Fuguier is looking for you." Su Yun held his cell phone in his hand and smoked a group of smoke. This guy couldn't survive without his cell phone.

Zheng Ren sometimes feels that the best way to communicate with him is to communicate with him in a virtual space and on his mobile phone.

Face to face with yourself, and don’t talk... Forget it, it’s better not to talk, it’s just that bad thing.

"What 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 an amazement, but looking at the expression on his face clearly showed gloating.

The professor and Su Yun became bad, and Zheng Ren thought to himself.

Following the professor was Granit from the Ginillier Hospital in Switzerland who met yesterday.

He was a little embarrassed and embarrassed.

"Boss, Granit went back, thought about it, but did what you said." Professor Rudolf Wagner said with a smile: "As a result, asthma will be cured."

“That’s not asthma.”

"Yeah, definitely not." The professor said, touching Granit.

The expression on Granit's face began to become more exciting. He said a lot of words, but Zheng Ren didn't understand, and Su Yun showed a smile that he deserved to be beaten on his face.

"Boss, Granit said that he is very acknowledging your medical skills. The rest of the whole Lang is praising you, so I won't translate it." The professor said.

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

The professor turned around and said a lot to Granit. Zheng Ren thought that the professor and Su Yun had a good relationship, which was inevitable. Because the two of them were, in a sense, a kind of person.

The two exchanged a few words, and the professor said: "Granit wants to see you have surgery. His main purpose this time is to learn new tips surgery."

"Is the number of operations at Guinilleur Hospital large?" Su Yun asked.

"Yun Geer, there are almost no similar patients in Guinier Hospital, but it does not affect Granit's going to Africa for surgery. I think the amount of surgery provided by him is very huge." The professor said.

"Go to sign first, and come a little bit later." Zheng Ren was thinking about another thing in his mind. How can he make the needle injection method of tips surgery more easily understandable and popularize it.

"Boss, ordinary asthma is caused by bronchospasm. How do you know that it is not bronchospasm but narrowing of the airway?" Su Yun asked curiously.

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Chapter completed!