Zheng Ren never thought that he could sleep on a plane... lying down to sleep of course. In his imagination, flying to the United States and sleeping while sitting all the way would definitely make his body very tired. But there is no good way, I can only grit my teeth and persist.
As the old saying goes, poverty limits imagination.
Looking at it this way, traveling a long distance doesn't seem like a big deal at all. Zheng Ren can be sure that he will have surgery as soon as he gets off the plane, and he will be flown directly to Heidelberg University Medical Center in Germany after the operation.
In this case, the journey was shortened a lot.
It's great to have money. Zheng Ren starts to envy the days when he has money. It's a pity that the money I have saved now has other uses and cannot be spent carelessly.
He could only marvel at the big bed and operating room on Zou's private jet. I may not be able to own such a plane in my life, and even if I do, I won't be able to afford it.
Zheng Ren just sighed with emotion for such a big toy worth nearly 200 million US dollars, then returned to the living room and sat across from Zou Jiahua.
Zou Jiahua is looking at the report.
People of his age are still used to reading reports rather than reading electronic information.
"Boss, are you envious?" Su Yun asked.
"It's okay." Zheng Ren said: "The earliest private jets were available in 1957. The jets at that time were really incomparable to today."
"In another 10 years, there will be no comparison." Su Yundao said.
"Dr. Zheng was laughing." Zou Jiahua put down the newspaper, smiled slightly, and said, "Actually, I don't need this kind of plane at all. It's just that my father died on the plane, so I have a psychological shadow."
Zheng Ren thought about it and realized that what he said was quite true.
That set of medical equipment is probably all prepared for cardiac channelopathy. Pay a high price just to survive.
Isn’t that what a doctor’s responsibility is? It seems that there is no way to accuse Zou Jiahua of being timid. If an ordinary person had this disease, the grass on the grave would probably be three feet high by now.
It's nice to have money.
"Other people buy airplanes for convenience or for a smaller house. But I modified this airplane to save my life." Zou Jiahua said with a smile: "The current economic situation is different from before. We must I have to fly around the world to discuss business and keep the Zou family prosperous. Therefore, this plane is necessary. But Dr. Zheng cured my disease, maybe I will resell it."
"Sell?"
"The annual maintenance cost is about 20 million US dollars, which is the price of private jet seller Steve." Zou Jiahua was very satisfied with Zheng Ren's reaction. If this luxurious private jet could not shock Dr. Zheng , we need to evaluate whether he is human.
"I'm not the world's richest man. It's really hard to keep this plane." Zou Jiahua didn't hide anything, nor did he show off his wealth, but told the truth lightly.
"Well, this should be the second-rate among the top private jets." Su Yundao said.
"Yes." Zou Jiahua said with a smile: "There are many planes better than mine."
Look at what people said, my... Zheng Ren thought of the set of surgical instruments. Compared with the private jet, he prefers the handy equipment.
"Domestic wealthy businessmen like the Gulfstream series, such as the Gulfstream G550. But in 2008, Steve Wynn pushed the ownership of private jets to a new level. He decorated a Boeing 737." Su Yun said with a smile: "What are you talking about? Watches and belts can represent a man’s taste, but in fact, private jets can represent it better.”
"You can't compare with them. In 2009, Trump modified a Boeing 757. Not long after, Abramovich modified a Boeing 767 and installed an air missile avoidance system." Zou Jiahua said with a smile: "All the way to Al Prince Walid renovated an Airbus A380, and this behavior of showing off wealth was stopped. Because there are no more expensive aircraft."
"Boss, are you interested?" Su Yun asked.
"I'm interested in the set of surgical instruments on the plane. When I go to Germany this time, I asked Fuguier to buy a set. In the future, I will bring the instruments with me when I go to surgery. It makes me sad just thinking about it." Zheng Ren's eyes have already popped up. little stars.
Su Yun shook his head, he had nothing in common with this guy.
Zou Jiahua nodded, the smile on his face did not change. Only such a simple and pure person can reach the highest peak in a certain field.
In other words, this is called madness.
"By the way, you can access the Internet on the plane, please feel free to do so." After Zou Jiahua finished speaking, he began to review the documents.
Being able to access the Internet is not very important to Zheng Ren, but to Su Yun it is almost the whole world.
Zheng Ren closed his eyes and rested. The plane took off very smoothly, with almost no big tremors.
Entering the system space, Zheng Ren started reading the magazine.
Su Yun was playing with his cell phone, while the professor kept in contact with the doctors in Heidelberg, seizing the time to collect relevant patients, and waiting for Zheng Ren to fly the knife.
It was extremely quiet on the plane, everyone was busy.
Zheng Ren also took a nap to make up for the upcoming jet lag.
On the plane, Zheng Ren felt very relieved as he lay on a soft and comfortable big bed and had a good sleep.
Seven and a half hours later, the plane landed at Rochester Airport.
It was around 18:00 Beijing time at this time, and the sky in Rochester had just brightened up, at 5:15 in the morning.
People from the Mayo Clinic were already waiting at the airport. In addition to the staff, Professor Danilo Acosta was the "unlucky guy" in charge of the project team who came to pick up Zheng Ren.
Professor Danilo Acosta expressed dissatisfaction with having to pick him up from the airport early in the morning.
Zheng Ren and others got off the private plane and walked out of the airport from the VIP channel. Professor Rudolf Wagner had already contacted Danilo Acosta.
After the meeting, Professor Danilo Acosta expressed surprise at the huge observation group.
In his impression, there should only be two or three people, but he didn't expect there to be so many people.
He was helpless for a moment.
There were fewer people in the car, but he did not think it was a mistake in his work and began to argue with Professor Rudolf Wagner.
Zheng Ren saw the man in the navy suit with a face as calm as an old British butler. He came to Danilo Acosta and Rodolfo Wagner. After a few words, the dispute was resolved.
"Su Yun, what are they talking about?" Zheng Ren asked curiously.
Zheng Ren is not a language genius like a professor. If he can handle oral conversation in English for exams, it is not enough when it comes to daily communication and speaking very fast.
"The person from the Zou family told the person who picked them up that they had a motorcade to pick them up. They said they were not qualified to enter Mayo, and then they were slapped in the face. Zou Zhi told him that there were people from the Mayo Clinic here. Special medical card.”