Zheng Ren pondered for a moment.
Feng Xuhui's foundation was relatively weak, and he had to prepare relevant equipment, so he hesitated for a few minutes, couldn't bear it, and asked quietly: "Mr. Zheng, what kind of surgery is this? Do you need to prepare any special consumables?"
Zheng Ren shook his head and said: "It is a very common minor surgery. The top journal of imaging is "Radiology", where researchers from Johns Hopkins University School Medicine published the one-year clinical trial data. Embolization of the left gastric artery can be Effectively control food intake to achieve the goals of diet control, weight loss, and blood sugar lowering.”
For Zheng Ren, this is a "minor" operation. Is it just embolization of the left gastric artery? Compared with tips surgery and the dual-hand surgery method when rescuing Director Miao, it can't be smaller.
Feng Xuhui had never even dreamed of this latest technology. When she was in high school, one of Feng Xuhui's female classmates ate only one apple a day in order to lose weight. Five days later, she fainted in class from hunger.
This incident left a deep impression on Feng Xuhui. Girls really work hard for beauty. And those who eat without getting fat are really favored by God.
If only interventional surgery could be performed to lose weight without even scarring, wouldn’t that be a great surgery
Feng Xuhui thinks this operation is very promising, very promising.
A few days ago, Hu Yanhui was always clamoring to lose weight. If she knew that interventional surgery could be done to lose weight, I wonder if she would choose to have the surgery.
"Boss, I think the effect is average. According to that report, the weight loss was 11% within 1 year after the operation. This data is slightly lower." Su Yundao.
"Brother Yun, that's not what you said." Lin Jiaojiao smiled and said: "11% is already a lot! A girl who weighs 110 pounds can lose weight to 98 pounds. This kind of effect is a dream!"
After doing this calculation, everyone understands.
This is a gold mine! It's the open-air kind, so you just have to bend down and pick up money.
Not to mention the whole world, the national weight loss market alone has a capacity of tens of billions every year, and the premise is that none of the current methods can guarantee the effect. What the ads say doesn't count, that's nonsense. Anyone who believes in advertising will pay IQ tax.
"Sister Lin, your patient lives in a community hospital. Does this comply with the regulations?" Zheng Ren asked with a frown.
"Now that community hospitals have introduced social capital, we will adopt the model of private hospitals. I will only participate in part of the shares. Boss Zheng, you don't have to worry about these specific matters. I will definitely not mess around and cause you trouble. If you nod, find time Just let Brother Yun take a look." Lin Jiaojiao thought very carefully, and as soon as Zheng Reng said something, she filled in all the loopholes.
Zheng Ren glanced at Sun Ming and saw the unabashed expectation in his eyes, knowing that Lin Jiaojiao must have promised something.
Sun Ming can get certain benefits from turning the community hospital into his harem, but the benefits will definitely not be great, and he will never show such an expression.
This is so scary.
It's okay to refuse Lin Jiaojiao, but once you refuse something that benefits everyone...
Zheng Ren nodded and said, "Sister Lin, we have decided not to build a Narita hospital model."
"Don't worry, Boss Zheng. I am also a person with a medical background, so I still have such persistence. After eating this large piece of cake in your mouth, there is nothing dissatisfied. You can use some small means to make some shady money, and you won't do anything wrong. What we earn is technology money and conscience money." Seeing Zheng Ren agree, Lin Jiaojiao felt relieved and smiled brightly, "Boss Zheng, here's a toast to you."
Zheng Ren picked up the water in front of him and thought for a moment.
"Boss Zheng, I'm going to invest 30 million for 5 beds. Do you think it's suitable?" Lin Jiaojiao put down her wine glass and asked.
"Director Kong and Dean Sun, it doesn't matter to me. I'm only responsible for doing surgeries, why don't I practice more?" Zheng Ren is not prepared to earn this kind of money. This is also a way to avoid risks. For Lin Jiaojiao, this is a big cake. But for Zheng Ren, the remaining 95 beds are what he wants.
There was no need for him to argue with Lin Jiaojiao for such a small thing.
Unknowingly, in Zheng Ren's eyes, millions of beds each was just a small amount of money, and he didn't need to care about it at all.
Feng Xuhui was dumbfounded. With an investment of 30 million, Boss Zheng didn't even blink. It was really...
Boss Zheng's business is getting bigger and bigger, and he even wants to get involved in private hospitals, but he doesn't take the money and leaves it to others.
Secondly, the price of 6 million per bed offered by Lin Jiaojiao really shocked Feng Xuhui.
Such a high price makes me feel a little dizzy just thinking about it.
Before, Lin Jiaojiao was afraid that Zheng Ren would reject her.
It's not that Zheng Ren can't do it if he refuses. This operation is only moderately difficult and definitely not as good as embolization surgery for pelvic fractures. But Zheng Ren is a Nobel Prize candidate and a visiting professor at the Mayo Clinic in the United States. Once he performs the surgery, it will definitely explode the market.
These investments are all worth it.
Besides, where is there no need to invest? Boss Zheng is so honest and honest, he is the best partner.
After calming down, Lin Jiaojiao was good at dancing, singing and dancing on the wine table, and the previous depressive atmosphere was swept away.
Xie Yiren was very interested in Heizi and came over to have a meal from time to time, but Heizi was indifferent to Xie Yiren's kindness and always squatted or lay down between Zheng Ren and Su Yun.
After dinner, Lin Jiaojiao invited Zheng Ren to sing a song, but Zheng Ren refused. After getting into Xie Yiren's car, Zheng Ren said, "Let's go back to the hospital."
Xie Yiren nodded and drove straight to the 912 hospital.
"Director Miao has stepped down. He is in the ICU and is in good condition now. The neurosurgery department has judged that everything is fine." Su Yun contacted him and got the latest news.
Zheng Ren was silent.
Xie Yiren saw that Zheng Ren seemed to be in something wrong, so he stretched out his right hand and gently held Zheng Ren's hand.
Ice cold.
The hands that had always been warm were now as cold as ice. Xie Yiren didn't say anything to comfort him. He just held his hand and kept the speed of the car at about 30 miles, not daring to drive any faster.
"Hey, if you want to be gentle with each other, why don't you go home? Chang Yue and I will go out for a drink at the main office tonight," Su Yun said.
"Su Yun, what do you think about not engaging in clinical practice in the future and engaging in basic research?" Zheng Ren suddenly said this in silence.
"..." Su Yun was stunned.
When he was at the Mayo Clinic, Dr. Charles Moore persuaded him twice, but Zheng Ren was just perfunctory, and Su Yun was sure that he would not be moved.
But after coming back...
Thinking of Director Miao lying in a pool of blood, Su Yun sighed.
After a long time, Su Yun smiled and said, "Just you? I don't believe it."
…
…
I had a slight cold these past few days and felt a little uncomfortable. I indulged myself and watched something made by Nephi called "Love Death Robots". I especially liked the shapeshifter, blue, and the last episode. It's a short story in one episode. I originally wanted to wait until "Live Room" was finished to read it, but I couldn't resist it yesterday.
Also: I recommend a book written by a friend, "Movie Style"
This is the story of an ordinary person who went back to 2008 and entered the film and television industry by mistake. Zhou Jin accidentally appreciated the splendor of movies, so she wanted to take a look at the dazzling art palace. This book is slow-moving, has a single female protagonist, and is unsystematic.
Actually, the system was just an introduction at the beginning. For the big pig's trotters section, I designed another routine. However, now I also have feelings for the big pig's trotters, and I don't dare to use them, and I don't want to use them. I am afraid that people will say that I am writing nonsense and using my imagination. The next book I will also write is unsystematic and purely urban. The protagonist has hyperamnesia. This is not a spoiler. I will say so in the first sentence of the next book. If someone wrote it before me, it was not plagiarism.