Chapter 1102

Zheng Ren pondered.

Feng Xuhui's foundation is relatively weak, and he has to prepare relevant instruments, so he hesitated for a few minutes, couldn't bear it, and quietly asked, "President Zheng, what's this operation? Do you need to prepare any special consumables?"

Zheng Ren shook his head and said, "it's a very common minor operation. The top journal of imaging is Radiology, on which the researchers of Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine published the data of one-year clinical trial. The embolism of the left gastric artery can effectively control food intake, achieve the purpose of controlling diet, reducing weight and reducing blood sugar."

For Zheng Renlai, this is a "small" operation. Just embolizing the left gastric artery? Compared with tips operation and the operation of holding both hands when rescuing director Miao, it can't be smaller.

Feng Xuhui never even dreamed of this latest technology. In high school, a female classmate of Feng Xuhui ate only one apple a day in order to lose weight. Five days later, she fainted in class.

This incident left a deep impression on Feng Xuhui. The girl really worked hard for beauty. And those who don't eat fat are really favored by God.

If you can only do interventional surgery, you can lose weight, and you don't even have scars, isn't that a good operation?

Feng Xuhui thinks this operation is very promising, very promising.

A few days ago, Hu Yanhui always quarreled about losing weight. If she knew that intervention surgery could be done to lose weight, she didn't know whether she would choose surgery.

"Boss, I think the effect is still average. In that report, the weight loss within one year after operation is 11%, which is slightly lower." Su yundao.

"Brother Yun, that's not what he said." Lin Jiaojiao said with a smile: "11%, it's a lot! A girl of 110 kg can be reduced to 98 kg. This effect is a dream!"

With this calculation, everyone understands.

This is a gold mine! It's still open-air. Just bend down and pick up the 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 means can guarantee the effect. Advertising doesn't count. It's bullshit. People who believe in advertising will pay IQ tax.

"Sister Lin, your patient lives in a community hospital. Does this meet the regulations?" Zheng Ren frowned and asked.

"Now community hospitals introduce social capital. Let's take the model of private hospitals, and I only participate in some shares. Boss Zheng, you don't have to worry about specific things in this regard. I'm sure I won't mess around and cause you trouble. If you nod your head, let Brother Yun have a look at it sometime." Lin Jiaojiao thought very carefully. Zheng Rengang said, and she filled all the loopholes.

Zheng Ren glanced at Sun Ming and saw the expectation in his eyes. He knew that Lin Jiaojiao must have promised something.

The community hospital has become his own back palace. Sun Ming can get some benefits, but the benefits will not be great. He will never show this expression.

This is poor and afraid.

It's OK to refuse Lin Jiaojiao, but once you refuse something that benefits everyone

Zheng Ren nodded and said, "sister Lin, I decided not to be the model of Narita department hospital."

"Don't worry, boss Zheng. I'm also a medical person. There's still some persistence. What's dissatisfied with this big cake when I eat it? It's not necessary to use some small hands to earn some invisible money. What we earn is technology money and conscience money." Seeing that Zheng Ren should come down, Lin Jiaojiao was relieved and smiled brightly, "boss Zheng, here's to you."

Zheng Ren picked up the water in front of him and said something remotely.

"Boss Zheng, five beds. I'm going to invest 30 million first. Do you think it's appropriate?" Lin Jiaojiao put down her glass and asked.

"Director Kong and President sun, I don't care. I'm only responsible for surgery. Do I practice more?" Zheng Ren is not prepared to earn this money, which is also a means to avoid risks. For Lin Jiaojiao, this is a big cake. But for Zheng Renlai, the remaining 95 beds are what he wants.

He doesn't have to argue with Lin Jiaojiao for such a thing.

Unconsciously, millions of beds in Zheng Ren's view, just a little money, do not need to care.

Feng Xuhui looked silly on one side. Boss Zheng didn't blink at the 30 million investment. It's really

Boss Zheng's business is getting bigger and bigger. Even private hospitals have to get involved, but they don't take money and give it to others.

This is second. The price of 600 thousand beds offered by Lin Jiaojiao really surprised Feng Xuhui.

I feel a little dizzy when I think about such a high price.

Before, Lin Jiaojiao was afraid that Zheng Ren would refuse.

It's not that Zheng Ren can't do it if he refuses. This operation is only moderately difficult, which is definitely not comparable to the embolization of pelvic fractures. However, Zheng Ren, a Nobel Prize candidate and a visiting professor at the Mayo Clinic in the United States, is bound to detonate the market directly once the operation is carried out.

These inputs are worth it.

Besides, where don't you need to invest? Boss Zheng is so honest and honest that he belongs to the best partner.

Settle down, Lin Jiaojiao is good at dancing, singing and dancing on the wine table, and the previous repressive atmosphere has been swept away.

Xie Yi people are very interested in sunspots and come here from time to time, but sunspots are indifferent to Xie Yi's goodwill and always squat or lie between Zheng Ren and Su Yun.

After dinner, Lin Jiaojiao also invited Zheng Ren to sing the song, but Zheng Ren refused. Taking Xie Yi's car, Zheng Ren said, "go back to the hospital."

Shea nodded and drove straight to the 912 hospital.

"Director Miao has stepped down. He is in good condition in ICU. Neurosurgery should judge that there is nothing wrong." Su Yun contacted and got the latest news.

Zheng Ren was silent.

Seeing that Zheng Ren's state seemed wrong, Xie Yi stretched out his right hand and gently held Zheng Ren's hand.

icy.

Always warm hands now become cold, like a piece of ice. Xie Yi didn't say anything comforting. He just held his hand and kept the speed at about 30 miles. He didn't dare to drive fast.

"Hey, you want to be affectionate. How about going home? I went out for a drink with Chang Yue in the evening." Su Yun said.

"Su Yun, how about doing basic research instead of clinical research?" In silence, Zheng Ren suddenly said such a sentence.

"..." Su Yun was stunned.

At the Mayo Clinic, Dr. Charles Moore persuaded Zheng Ren twice that he was just perfunctory. Su Yun was sure that he was unmoved.

But when I came back

Su Yun sighed at the thought of director Miao lying in a pool of blood.

After a long time, Su Yun smiled and said, "just you? I don't believe it. There are 299 lancets to tell me. Don't be ridiculous."

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I have a slight cold these days. I feel a little uncomfortable. I indulged myself and watched something made by Naifei, called love · death · robot. I especially like deformers, blue and the last episode. One episode is a little story. I wanted to wait until the live studio was finished. I couldn't help it yesterday.

Another: recommend a book written by a friend, "movie Fenghua"

This is the story of an ordinary person who went back to 2008 and mistakenly entered the film and television circle. Zhou Jin inadvertently appreciated the beauty of the film, so she wanted to go to the dazzling art palace. This book is slow and hot, single female owner, no system.

In fact, at the beginning, the system was just an introduction. I designed another routine for the big pig hoof. But now I have feelings for big pig hooves. I don't dare to use them. I don't want to use them. I'm afraid people say I write nonsense and open my brain. In the next book, I also write non systematic and pure urban. The protagonist has amnesia, not spoilers. That's what the first sentence of the next book says. If anyone had written earlier than me, it would not have been plagiarism.