The problem with sequence 6 is exactly what everyone wants to ask.

Even Zheng Yi couldn't wait to watch a movie.

Although he [insighted] his brain was clean, out of professional habits, he wanted to see real graphic images.

The nurse took a helmet with a metallic luster, like a full motorcycle helmet, completely wrapping the executive's head. As several rows of LED lights on the instrument flashed, the lights in the bedroom dimmed, and rows of images were projected on the wall.

The butler handed Zheng Yi a remote control with both hands.

Zheng Yi waved at the image with the remote control, easily realizing functions such as grabbing, amplifying, and swapping, which is very useful.

These images include MRI, isotope scanning, CT, EEG, head magnetic resonance... No matter what the examination is, it proves that there is no problem with the executive's brain.

"No problem, let's confirm it." Zheng Yi said to these low-level doctors.

Sequence 6 gritted his teeth and nodded slightly.

"Can you use it?" Right 7 pointed to the remote control in Zheng Yi's hand.

Zheng Yi handed it to him.

Right 7 was obviously more proficient in operation, and the previous historical images were retrieval. He knew that this film was not for the doctors, but for the executor. The young rural doctor finished it after reading it himself, and the executor was very dissatisfied.

Out of jealousy, I had to pass the remote control at the right 7, click the historical image record, and explain it one by one.

"The purple area that was originally in the craniocerebral brain has completely disappeared, which proves that the tumor has been completely cleared. What's more amazing is that some of the previously damaged craniocerebral nerves have also been completely repaired in this treatment, and have changed from orange to yellow to yellow. Orange and yellow represent inflammation and damage, and yellow is a healthy color."

The comparison results are reported on the right 7-one, and finally the conclusion is drawn:

"Perfect! There is no problem with the brain."

The nurse removed the inspection helmet for the executive.

Butler Xiao took the lead and applauded.

Everyone looked at Zheng Yi with a smile.

Zheng Yi replied with a smile that meets the expectations of the society and said to himself: It is so relaxed and pleasant to be able to fight with the minion army.

The executive saw the video on the projection of the mask of the helmet and also heard the comparison and analysis of Sequence 7, and was in a very happy mood. He smiled and said to Zheng Yi:

"Mr. Doctor, you can prepare your bill. This is the one I am most happy to pay."

He looked at Sequence 6 again: "Doctor Tang, can you catch up now?"

Sequence 6 recalls the conclusion you once made: Mr. Executive, our treatment may not be able to catch up with the process of your physical collapse.

This is equivalent to pronouncement of the executive's death.

Since then, the executive has lacked interest in routine treatment, and at the same time, he solicited doctors or extraordinary people in related fields. Before Zheng Yi, many people had already come for huge profits, but all returned in a disappointment.

Now, this declaration of death has been broken.

Sequence 6 lowers the head:

"This is what I like most, sir. I look forward to miracles every day, and I hope someone can prove me wrong. Today I finally saw: I was wrong."

He raised his head and looked at Zheng Yi: "Thank you, doctor."

Zheng Yi realized his hypocrisy and smiled slightly. After getting off the operating table, he was still a very gentle and elegant person.

The doctors were taken to the lounge downstairs to enjoy snacks and potions.

Zheng Yi and Du Bin were left in the bedroom of the old executive.

The executive was in a good spirit and had a rosy complexion. He said to Du Bin:

"Thank you, Mr. Du, the friend you introduced is very reliable."

The young Mr. Du still looked cold: "I want to discuss the cost issue with the doctor first."

Zheng Yi was trapped in a single sofa, holding a drink similar to champagne in his hand - it is non-alcoholic, slightly sweet, and very refreshing.

"Does the doctor have anything that he particularly wants?" Du Bin asked.

"Speaking of it..." Zheng Yi reminded: "Isn't what we agreed on just a watch?"

"This is an agreement between us." Du Bin said: "Now we are discussing the compensation Mr. Execution will pay you. I will draw a 12% commission from this compensation."

Zheng Yi turned a corner in his mind before he understood Du Bin's thinking. He originally thought that he only took one watch and asked Du Bin to talk about it for more. How much can he get was someone else's business. As a result, Du Bin meant that the watch was the table, and the reward was the reward.

Very kind.

Zheng Yi held his forehead and said, "I really need mental recovery agents. I wanted to learn to drive yesterday... but I'm afraid I can't learn it when I react slowly. If you want to say you have anything you want... It seems that I don't. Just collect some money."

The butler walked to the executive and whispered a few words.

The executive said: "Mr. Doctor, I will pay 300 No. 8 mental recovery agents as consumables, which is not included in the reward."

Zheng Yi was overjoyed. He was a little disappointed, but he had very few opportunities to use potions. As a result, the executive gave him everything he could, ten pieces a day, which was given according to thirty days. Xiaoyan must have said to him just now that he "recovered within two weeks" and was generously doubled.

"But I'm afraid I'll have to pay in batches, and the output of this kind of drug is not large," said the executive.

"It's okay, it's good to have a long flow of water." Zheng Yi was very satisfied.

Seeing that Zheng Yi really didn’t know how to quote, Du Bin said directly:

"I hope you can request two permanent residence places in the air city; a universal metalworking machine; a micro-nuclear fission reactor. I own 12% of the ownership and all use rights. You own 88% of the ownership and full dividend rights. Your income will be paid in future profits."

The champagne in Zheng Yi's hand almost dropped.

"Are you studying law?" Zheng Yi said in surprise.

"No, I'm learning mechanical design." Du Bin had no sense of humor. He nodded his forehead: "There are nuclear fusion batteries, and we can add this one too. Of course, I don't own and don't use the battery in exchange for a 1% dividend share. I believe this is reasonable."

Zheng Yi nodded: "Just do what you said." He turned his eyes to the executive officer, thinking that you were talking big, can someone agree? And what kind of negotiation is like, your bottom line is known to everyone.

However, this world will always surprise Zheng Yi.

The executive said: "The quota for permanent residence is not acceptable, others are acceptable."

"Trade." Du Bin nodded, unable to see any loss.

Negotiations end.

Zheng Yi looked at the champagne in the cup and took a sip. It seemed that he had become a proprietor at this moment and had an additional partner.

The executive did not take these things seriously at all. Although it was a mother machine and a nuclear reactor, it sounded very fantastic. He said to Zheng Yi: "Mr. Doctor, now I would like to sincerely invite you to join the Western Regions Central Hospital and serve as a guiding physician."

Zheng Yi had no expression on his face.

The tuxedo manager faithfully performed his duties and explained on behalf of the executive:

"The guidance physician will be independently responsible for a treatment group and is organized into eight team members. He has all personnel rights such as appointment, removal, employment, expulsion, economic reward, and economic punishment for the treatment group members. The guidance physician is a tenure-time position and will not be removed, expelled or transferred. During his tenure, he has the right to live in Hangcheng, a residence of 1,500 square meters, and a monthly contribution point of work and work-study contribution point of 100 points, a life contribution point, and a performance contribution point."

Zheng Yi could feel the preciousness of "permanent residence" from the bargaining of the executive just now. And to be honest, in this chaotic world, the 20-meter-high city walls and abundant clear water in the Hangcheng are simply too tempting.
Chapter completed!