Such a small matter could not attract his attention at the beginning.
However, that live broadcast account quickly gained the favor of many doctors. When the live broadcast of the surgery was opened, the traffic soared and the website almost collapsed.
Peng Jia paid a huge price to stabilize the website.
He had also tried to find the source of the operator. After all, a spontaneous livestream had no binding force and could leave at any time. Everything that the website had prepared would go down the drain.
However, when he went to the node of the Montreal Medical Center in Canada to search for the livestream signal, he was counterattacked by the other party.
All the engineers in Xinglin Garden were helpless. If the other party had not shown mercy and if a female engineer had not proposed to stop the tracking at that time, the website would have been destroyed.
After that, Peng Jia also consulted a lot of doctors. Their opinion was that the source of the video was a large and comprehensive hospital.
This was because the skill level of the surgeon was very obvious, and it was not just one person who was performing the surgery.
Peng Jia was depressed and distressed. As a businessman, he did not calmly accept this flow of traffic that 'God' had given him. Instead, he planned ahead and wanted to make use of this momentum to make the live broadcast of the surgery become normal.
If he could do it, it would be such a wonderful thing.
Peng Jia seemed to be able to see his figure ringing the bell on Wall Street.
However, when the surgery was broadcasted live from time to time, none of the big shots from the many hospitals he contacted were willing to agree to Peng Jia's request.
Live broadcast surgery?
What a joke!
It was still normal. No one would even do the occasional live broadcast.
No one could guarantee that the surgery would not go wrong. Once the surgery was broadcasted live, it would become an observation under a microscope, and peers would constantly find faults.
Would they still need to have an academic status in the future?
Not everyone might be able to perform the surgery, but who would not be able to find faults!
Even if the surgery could be done perfectly, was there a need to broadcast it live and teach it to others?
The money given by Xinglin Garden's website was scoffed at by the big shots, but Xinglin Garden, did not care about the junior doctor.
So, this matter was delayed just like that.
Just as Peng Jia had expected, after the frequency of the surgery's live broadcast reached a certain peak, then it slowly decreased until it never appeared again.
Next, someone would be looking for him to discuss a cooperation. Peng Jia saw this as a conspiracy, a commercial method.
A huge amount of traffic, the right to go public, how many shares did the other party want? If he was not too greedy, it did not matter if he gave him something.
However, Peng Jia was very nervous. What kind of person would be hired for that kind of god-level surgery? How could a party that could hire such a level of doctor not be greedy? Did they want to buy Xinglin Garden?
However, everything was quiet. Nothing happened.
No one coveted the shares of Xinglin Garden. There was not even a person who suggested it.
As the days passed, Peng Jia gradually began to panic.
It seemed that some medical group had really thought of it at the spur of the moment and made a live broadcast. After a few months, they felt bored and left.
It did not matter if he left. Recently, the traffic on the website of Xinglin Garden was plummeting!
If this continued, forget about going public, it would be difficult to even maintain it.
The greatest tragedy in life was that he was not worthy of his ambition and had let down all the hardsh.i.p.s he had suffered along the way.
Peng Jia did his best to try and find him, but in the end, he was still disappointed.
After brainstorming and intelligent analysis, Peng Jia's team and think-tanks finally gave a suggestion after learning that a doctor from the mainland had been recommended as a candidate for the Nobel Prize, then planned to look for him for a live broadcast.
The new proposal looked very beautiful.
Whether it was the Nobel Prize halo or the need of the doctor, it seemed to be perfectly compatible with Xinglin Garden. But... Peng Jia could not find him at all!
When the doctor was nominated for the Nobel Prize, he had already disappeared without a trace.
He knew that he was going to carry out a mission, but after waiting day after day, week after week, and watching the website's traffic decrease day by day, Peng Jia was burning with anxiety, but the doctor did not appear at all.
Suddenly, one day, the doctor named Zheng Ren reappeared at 912 hospital. Peng Jia was ecstatic.
But before he could find him, Zheng Ren went to the front line to carry out an earthquake relief mission.
Peng Jia felt that there must be some force playing with him...
However, in the face of a disaster, Peng Jia did not have time to complain. He took out one-fifth of his working capital to donate.
This was the best he could do. Peng Jia also knew that there was no point in doing so. However, if he did not do anything, he would not be able to get over the hurdle in his heart.
One week later, Zheng Ren returned to 912.
This time, Peng Jia did not act rashly. Instead, he waited patiently.
Perhaps it was a kind of helpless fatalism, but Peng Jia still waited for a full ten days.
Chief Zheng Ren work at the Imperial Capital's 912 carried out as usual. TIPS surgery had already been performed on two batches of patients, and the patients returned to normal after the surgery. The effect of the surgery could be said to be perfect.
These news made Peng Jia's heart beat rapidly.
He finally did not hesitate anymore. Today was the day that he would fly to the Imperial Capital.
He would go and talk to Chief Zheng. If he was willing, this would definitely be the website's brilliant stroke of resurrection.
Brilliant idea.
When the time was up, Peng Jia and his secretary went downstairs, got in the car, and rushed to the airport.
The secretary contacted the people in Imperial Capital. He could not just be like a small pharmaceutical representative, directly l.i.c.k.i.n.g his face and paying them a visit, right?
No matter what, Peng Jia was the boss of a large company.
To talk about cooperation, he had to give a good impression.
Peng Jia had calculated all of this many times and was basically sure that everything was safe.
However, he was still very nervous. He was a Nobel Prize candidate. Under the halo, would Chief Zheng Ren be extremely arrogant?
This was not the most terrifying thing. Peng Jia was worried that boss Zheng would ask for too much.
His money was tight, so the cash that he could take out was really limited. Perhaps, he could only give up part of his shares.
But on the venture capital side...
The more Peng Jia thought about it, the more he felt a headache. In the end, he got on the plane while he was deep in thought. He got off the plane and set foot on the land of the Imperial Capital.
Chapter 789 - Original Dream
After Peng Jia got off the plane, the secretary contacted Chief Qi of the 912 hospital.
As a medical professional website, one had to have some familiar relationsh.i.p.s and know some gods. Chief Qi was one of the trump cards of Xinglin Garden website. However, Peng Jia knew very well how useful this trump card without any conflict of interest could be.
Introducing and meeting each other was a piece of cake. However, it was probably impossible for Chief Qi to serve him face.
Peng Jia was extremely nervous on the way to 912.
This involved the life and death of the Xinglin Garden website. If it was seen as a
battle, it was a battle that had to be won.
Failure meant that no one was interested in Xinglin Garden in the third round of the venture capital conference.
However, he did not have any confidence in this.
The halo of a Nobel Prize candidate was simply too big. It was so big that Peng Jia could not bear it.
He came to the 912 hospital and waited at the entrance of the ultrasound examination room. The flow of people was endless and bustling.
Peng Jia suddenly thought of his original dream: to give the doctors a professional platform to communicate with each other. They would promote each other and improve the level of medical treatment, so that there would be no sickness and no pain in the world.
However, it was really difficult to do.
He was a little stunned. Ten minutes later, Chief Qi came out of the 11th room. His secretary whispered the introduction, and Peng Jia followed Chief Qi to the chief's office.
After entering the office, Chief Qi sat down casually.
Peng Jia bowed slightly, with a professional smile on his face. Every detail was perfect, so much so that Chief Qi did not feel that he did not value it, nor did he have the illusion that he was overly enthusiastic.
"Hello, Chief Qi. I'm Peng Jia. I've heard a lot about you. Nice to meet you," Peng Jia said politely.
"I'll contact Chief Zheng for you, but it's hard to say whether it will work. The specifics will depend on your communication with Chief Zheng," Chief Qi said while holding the phone in his hand.
As expected.
Peng Jia revealed a trace of a smile and said, "It's just some business matters. Chief Qi, it would be a great favor if you could help to recommend me. As for whether it will work out, I'll talk to Chief Zheng again."
Chief Qi looked at Peng Jia. His gaze was a little strange, but he did not say anything. Instead, he picked up his phone.
"Hello, Chief Zheng?"
"A business friend wants to visit you. Do you have time?"
"Okay, then I'll ask them to wait for you at the entrance of the operating theater."
After he said that, Chief Qi hung up the phone.
"Interventional surgery. Chief Zheng just finished the TIPS surgery," Chief Qi seemed to be thinking about something and said unintentionally.
However, Peng Jia did not care.
He could make Chief Qi pay attention to him? What a joke.
To be able to make a phone call and set up a connection was already considered a good job in public relations.
He gave Chief Qi a deep bow, then said a few polite words before he turned around and left.
Chief Qi watched Peng Jia leave, and a smile appeared on his face.
This Little Zheng was really a troublemaker.
The most difficult surgery in the field, the TIPS surgery, was as easy as cutting melons in his hands. A few days ago, Chief Qi went to see a surgery out of curiosity.
After he saw it, he was silent for a long time.
This was not a traditional TIPS surgery. After Chief Qi saw Zheng Ren's surgery, even he felt that he was outdated.
No wonder he could get a recommendation and compete for the Nobel Prize. He had the real deal.
Not only was it surgery, but Chief Zheng was also very good at diagnosis.
The first contact was with a young woman who had a right b.r.e.a.s.t cholesterol granuloma. When Chief Qi saw Zheng Ren skillfully perform a B-scan to locate the puncture and take a biopsy of the pathological tissue, he actually could not find any flaws with his procedure.
Even if Chief Qi was personally involved, he could only do it to this extent.
Young people were really amazing.
Chief Qi did not even want to think about Zheng Ren. Every time he thought about this honest young man, Chief Qi felt that he was getting old.
Xinglin Garden acted quickly. This Manager Peng had found the right path. He just did not know if Chief Zheng could realize the value of Xinglin Garden...
However, this had nothing to do with Chief Qi. He recalled the process of Zheng Ren performing the TIPS surgery. He was stunned for a few seconds. Then, he stretched his body and stood up to continue performing the ultrasound.
...
...
Peng Jia came to the entrance of the interventional surgery room and waited.
He had never seen Zheng Ren in person, but he had seen a picture of him. He was a very young doctor. He was so young that it made people's hair stand on end.
At the beginning, Peng Jia did not believe that he could receive the recommendation of a Nobel prize at such a young age?
However, the facts told him that all of this was real.
Peng Jia stood at the entrance of the operating theater. He was not anxious. He first took two deep breaths and then pressed the button on the intercom.
"Who are you looking for?" The intercom lit up. The light shone on Peng Jia's face.
"Hello, I'm looking for Zheng Ren, Chief Zheng." Peng Jia tried his best to make his expression impeccable. He tried his best to leave the most perfect impression on everyone.
"Chief Zheng! Someone is looking for you!" Judging from the voice, this nurse was older.
"Okay, got it."
The voice suddenly stopped. The radio was turned off, and the light on Peng Jia's face disappeared.
He was finally going to meet the real person. It was the most critical moment of life and death. Peng Jia took two deep breaths, calmed himself down, and looked at the door calmly.
So many big shots were not willing to do live broadcast surgery. Would this Little Zheng be willing?
Peng Jia was a little worried. In fact, he already had the answer in his heart: why would he be willing?
It was just that Peng Jia could not accept it if he did not give it a try.
Soon, the door of the operating theater opened, and a doctor wearing an isolation suit walked out.
He took off the sterile mask and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Peng Jia and asked, "I'm Zheng Ren. Are you looking for me?"
Uh...
Zheng Ren's face still had traces of bruising that were fading. He did not look very serious.
He was young, and with such a small bruise, Peng Jia almost did not recognize him at first glance.
However, he reacted quickly and immediately dispelled the confusion that should not have appeared in his heart. A warm smile appeared on his face as he extended his hand and said, "Chief Zheng, Hello. I'm Peng Jia, the CEO and President of Xinglin Garden."
"Xinglin Garden?" Zheng Ren extended his hand and shook Peng Jia's hand. He was a little confused.
He had visited Xinglin Garden a few days ago. Why did its CEO come to look for him?
"Yes." Peng Jia nodded and smiled. "Chief Zheng, when is convenient for you? I have something to discuss with you."
"What is it?" Zheng Ren was still very confused.
He let go and looked at Peng Jia, guessing what this Manager Peng wanted to do.
"This..."
"Oh, it's not convenient to talk here, right? Then wait for me, I'll change my clothes." Zheng Ren was very easygoing. Seeing Peng Jia's troubled expression, he immediately understood what he meant.
Zheng Ren immediately went to the changing room, left a message for Little Yiren, and then began to change his clothes.
"Boss, who is looking for you?"
Chapter 790 - Surgical Live Broadcast
"He said that he's the CEO of Xinglin Garden," Zheng Ren said.
Su Yun had completely rested. He was in high spirits. In addition, he did not have any surgeries today, so he was not wearing a hat. The black hair on his forehead fluttered in the wind. He looked very handsome.
"Huh?" Su Yun frowned and said, "He's looking for you?"
"Who knows? Chief Qi called. It's not good not to receive him." Zheng Ren did not care. He changed his clothes and c.a.r.e.s.sed his flattened hair. He said, "You'll know when you go and take a look."
"I'll go with you," Su Yun said.
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bsp; "Sure." Zheng Ren only understood the literal meaning. He definitely did not think too deeply into it.
"Boss, this bunch of businessmen have a lot of thoughts. Don't let them sell you off," Su Yun said.
"Why would they sell me off if it's nothing? I only know how to perform surgeries," Zheng Ren said casually.
"Being able to perform surgeries is already very..." as he said this, Su Yun stopped. He seemed to have thought of something.
Then, Su Yun, who had always been a chatterbox, fell silent.
Zheng Ren seemed to be able to feel that Su Yun's brain was operating at a high speed. The black hair on his forehead stopped fluttering, as if it was cooling off.
However, Zheng Ren could not be bothered to think about what Peng Jia meant. No matter what he meant, he was only a doctor. If he wanted to sell himself, he would have to see if he had the ability.
As the saying went, if one had no d.e.s.i.r.es, one would be firm. Zheng Ren was such a person.
Soon, the two of them came out of the changing room and came to the front door of the operating theater.
"Manager Peng, let's go." Zheng Ren called out to Peng Jia.
Peng Jia nodded and came closer to ask, "Chief Zheng, let's find a quiet place to talk."
"Sure." Zheng Ren said casually. "Su Yun, let Lil Fugui take care of the postoperative patients."
"Let's go have afternoon tea. How about it?" Peng Jia asked tentatively.
"It's fine as long as it's quiet. Can't go too far. After that, I still need to see the postoperative patients when I come back," Zheng Ren said, holding an intravenous infusion.
"Then, do you like Yun Ku or the Red Wall Courtyard?"
Yun Ku was in the international trade building, overlooking the Imperial Capital from a bird's eye view. It was very interesting, while the Red Wall Courtyard was in an alley belonging to the Shi family. It was the Old Imperial Capital's quadrangle courtyard.
Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren had recently gone to the Red Wall Courtyard, but thinking about it, and it was still a little far.
"It's too far. Let's just go nearby." Zheng Ren refused without hesitation.
Although this Manager Peng did not seem to be annoying, he still needed to see the postoperative patients and buy groceries to go home.
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