It seems that Boss Zheng doesn't care much about the operation and management of Xinglin Garden. In addition, the businessman named Xie Ning has other intentions and will not interfere in the management of Xinglin Garden.
As for whether it can be listed on the market, that is another matter.
Xinglin Garden's cash flow is now at its most abundant, all thanks to Boss Zheng's live broadcast of surgery.
Lei Yinghua did not continue talking. Being able to use all the academician workstations as bargaining chips was already his limit.
He watched the operation quietly.
Whether Peng Jia agrees or not is not important compared with surgery.
After removing the largest intestinal polyp, the surgeon adjusted the field of view back to the normal field of view and began the initially somewhat clumsy operation.
This time Lei Yinghua no longer had the initial contempt.
A microsurgery showed him the countless details hidden under the surgeon's slightly clumsy technique.
Just like an iceberg, what is revealed now is just the tip of the iceberg.
Even Lei Yinghua is not sure that what microsurgery demonstrates is the full level of the surgeon.
Due to my own level, I cannot fully understand many details.
The largest polyp was removed, but the operation was still far from over.
There were dozens of polyps in the patient's colorectum, a huge number. Lei Yinghua doesn't think the surgeon will do it in stages to reduce damage to the patient.
The surgeon's operation caused almost no side damage, and fasting and drinking water for 3-5 days after the operation was enough for recovery.
The focus of surgery now is whether the surgeon can maintain this stable state.
Lei Yinghua watched the operation silently.
The chair in the conference room was a bit hard and he kept changing positions.
I feel exhausted even when I sit down. Why is the practitioner's hand so steady? It never seems to change.
After nearly 4 hours, the operation was finally over.
What Lei Yinghua saw was stability and precision from beginning to end, as if there were no mood swings or erratic states in the artist's body.
He is like a solid stone, eternal and unchanging.
The colonoscope carefully traveled through the intestines, checked for no active bleeding, and declared the operation over.
"Mr. Peng, you have such a good sense. Let me know about the academician workstation after we have discussed it." Lei Yinghua left these last words and left.
Do you have good taste? Peng Jia was a little ashamed.
But Peng Jia suddenly thought that Boss Zheng was the first person he came into contact with, so he must have good taste.
Otherwise, how could such an unbelievable thing as live broadcasting of surgeries become routine
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Imperial Capital, 912 Hospital, outside the operating room.
Qin Tang sat silently, and on his mobile phone, the doctor from Heyang Hospital who had been explaining the ESD surgery to him in real time was expressing his admiration and admiration.
With the doctor's explanation ability, Qin Tang knew that what he saw was a world-class operation.
But the success or failure of the operation didn't matter to him.
Qin Tang's attention was always on the patient's symptoms such as drowsiness and fainting during the onset of the disease.
Doctor Li, is my grandfather's disease the same as the patient who just had the surgery
Qin Tang sent a message, interrupting the other party's excitement that was beyond words and could be detected through the phone.
Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin’s condition is different from this patient’s. It is not MW syndrome.
He Yang's doctor took the initiative and poured cold water on Qin Tang.
Do you think Dr. Zheng can cure my grandfather's disease
It shouldn’t be possible, Alzheimer’s disease is still a problem worldwide.
Qin Tang was a little depressed. He turned off his phone silently and handed it to the assistant in a hip-hugging short skirt beside him. He stopped going to see the doctor who was caring for him and praised Boss Zheng.
As long as he knows that Boss Zheng is an outstanding doctor, it is enough. As for the rest, it doesn't matter.
"Doctor Zheng is indeed very powerful." Qin Tang and Zou Yu said.
"Are you sure?" Zou Yu covered his mouth and smiled: "My father's disease was diagnosed by Dr. Zheng in Pengcheng, and he was later operated on at 912."
"Alas." Qin Tang sighed.
Zou Jiahua is just his uncle. At his age, the possibility of curing many diseases is quite high.
But my grandfather is old.
Human power cannot save it, this is fate.
"There is news that your family wants to ask Master Song to take another look at Feng Shui?" Zou Yu asked.
"There is no good way to go to the doctor for urgent illness. The family wants to use Uncle Song's inherited secret skills to change their fate and feng shui." Qin Tang sighed and said.
Uncle Song, everyone has forgotten what his real name is.
He is the royal Feng Shui master of many wealthy people in Hong Kong.
Uncle Song had no children and had a daughter when he was old, so he had no choice but to pass on his legacy to his daughter Song Moji.
Song Moji was extremely talented, and it was said that he was better than his master. After Song Bo's death, he was recognized by many wealthy people and continued his reputation as the royal Feng Shui master.
It's just that she is rarely seen. To ordinary people, she is a mysterious legend.
Recently, it was said that Song Moqi was pregnant with a child after marriage and was raising the child at home, even more isolated from the world.
It seems that the Qin family must have paid a high price for being able to invite Song Moji to come out.
But can Feng Shui cure diseases
If you believe it, it exists; if you don't, it doesn't exist.
Qin Tang is a Ph.D. in economics from MIT and has always been noncommittal about Feng Shui.
"It's good to give it a try." Zou Yu said: "Boss Zheng is indeed a top doctor, but for this kind of thing, neurologists all over the world have no good solution, that is, do your best and listen to fate."
Qin Tang nodded, his expression gloomy.
One is fate, two is luck, and three are feng shui. This is fate and cannot be changed.
Just as he was talking, Qin Tang's assistant came over with a solemn expression, holding a mobile phone in both hands, "Director Qin, your home phone number."
Qin Tang's heart suddenly sank.
I came to ask Boss Zheng to see my grandpa. My family knows about this. What does it mean to call myself suddenly...
His hands were shaking a little as he took the phone.
Qin Tang didn't speak, just listened quietly. Blind Voice didn't notice the voice coming from the other side of the phone, and just stared blankly at the ground not far away.
Zou Yu knew that Mr. Qin might be dying.
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After the operation was over, Lao He wanted to praise him, but found that he couldn't find the words at all.
As an anesthesiologist in a surgical operating room, Lao He had never been exposed to ESD surgery.
After all, it is a newly developed technique. Lao He doesn't understand it, so he can't boast about it.
But Boss Zheng doesn't like to talk, so why should he remain silent face to face? That would be too embarrassing.
"Boss Zheng, what you did for this surgery..."
"It's okay." Zheng Ren smiled.
"Have you ever been in contact with him before?" Lao He was at a loss for words and felt like he was brainless.
"When I was in Haicheng, I performed one appendectomy using colonoscopy." Zheng Rendao.
"..." Lao He really didn't know what to say this time.
Appendectomy with colonoscopy
Is this really good
Even Boss Zheng thinks the wound is too big for a single-port laparoscope!
Who said Boss Zheng can't do minimally invasive surgery? Stand up and I promise not to beat you to death!