Chapter 1101 30 Million Preliminary Investment

Zheng Ren pondered for a while.

Feng Xuhui's foundation was relatively weak, and he had to prepare related equipment, so he hesitated for a few minutes, couldn't bear it, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Zheng, what kind of surgery is this? Do you need to prepare any special consumables?"

Zheng Ren shook his head and said: "It's a very common minor surgery. The top journal of imaging is "Radiology", and researchers from Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine published the data of a one-year clinical trial. Embolization of the left gastric artery , can effectively control the intake of food, to achieve the purpose of controlling diet, weight loss, and lowering blood sugar.”

For Zheng Ren, this is a "minor" operation. Is it just embolization of the left gastric artery? Compared with the TIPS operation and the double-handed operation when rescuing Director Miao, it cannot be too small.

Feng Xuhui never even dreamed of this latest technology. In high school, one of Feng Xuhui's female classmates only ate an 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 the kind that doesn't get fat is really favored by God.

If you can lose weight with only interventional surgery, and there are no scars, wouldn't it be a good surgery?

Feng Xuhui felt that this operation was very promising, very promising.

A few days ago, Hu Yanhui was always arguing about losing weight. If she knew that interventional surgery could be done to lose weight, I wonder if she would choose surgery.

"Boss, I think the effect is still average. In that report, the body weight was reduced by 11% within one year after the operation, which is slightly lower." Su Yundao.

"Brother Yun, that's not what you said." Lin Jiaojiao smiled and said, "11%, it's already a lot! A girl who weighs 110 pounds can lose 98 pounds. This effect is a dream!"

With that in mind, everyone understands.

This is literally a gold mine! Or the kind in the open air, as long as you bend over to 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. What the advertisement blows out is not counted, it is nonsense. People who believe in advertisements will pay IQ tax.

"Sister Lin, your patient lives in a community hospital, does this meet the regulations?" Zheng Ren asked with a frown.

"Now the community hospital has introduced social capital, let's take the model of the private hospital, and I will only participate in a part of the shares. You don't have to worry about this specific matter, Boss Zheng, I will definitely not mess around and cause you trouble. If you nod your head, find time. Just let Brother Yun take a look." Lin Jiaojiao thought very thoroughly, Zheng Ren just said a word, and she filled all the loopholes.

Zheng Ren glanced at Sun Ming and saw the expectation in his eyes, the undisguised kind, knowing that Lin Jiaojiao must have promised something.

The community hospital has become his own harem. Sun Ming can get certain benefits, but the benefits will definitely not be great, and he will never show such an expression.

This is scary.

It's okay to reject Lin Jiaojiao, but once you reject something that benefits everyone...

Zheng Ren nodded and said, "Sister Lin, it's decided not to follow the model of the Tian Department Hospital."

"Don't worry, Boss Zheng, I am also a medical practitioner, so there is still some persistence. There is nothing to be dissatisfied with after eating this big piece of cake. Use some small means to earn some shameful money, which is not worth it. What we earn is money for technology and money for conscience." Seeing Zheng Ren answer, Lin Jiaojiao was relieved and smiled brightly, "Boss Zheng, toast to you."

Zheng Ren picked up the water in front of him and thought for a moment.

"Boss Zheng, 5 beds, I'm going to put in 30 million first, do you think it's suitable?" Lin Jiaojiao put down her glass and asked.

"Director Kong and Director Sun, it doesn't matter to me. I'm only in charge of performing surgeries, should I practice more?" Zheng Ren was not going to earn this kind of money, which was also a way to avoid risks. For Lin Jiaojiao, this is a big cake. But for Zheng Ren, the remaining ninety-five beds are what he wants.

There is no need for him to argue with Lin Jiaojiao for such a thing.

Unconsciously, in Zheng Ren's view, millions of beds are just a small amount of money, and they don't need to be concerned at all.

Feng Xuhui looked dumbfounded on the side. With an investment of 30 million yuan, Boss Zheng didn't even blink his eyes. Really...

Boss Zheng's business is getting bigger and bigger, and even private hospitals have to be involved, but he doesn't take the money and gives it to others.

This is secondly, Lin Jiaojiao's price of six million for a bed really surprised Feng Xuhui.

With such a high price, I feel a little dizzy just thinking about it.

Lin Jiaojiao was afraid that Zheng Ren would refuse.

It's not that Zheng Ren refuses to do it. This operation is only moderately difficult, and it is definitely not comparable to the embolization operation for pelvic fractures. But Zheng Ren has the reputation of a Nobel Prize candidate and a visiting professor at the Mayo Clinic in the United States. Once the operation is carried out, it will definitely detonate the market directly.

All these investments are worth it.

Besides, where do you need to invest? Boss Zheng is so honest and honest, and belongs to the best partner.

After calming down, Lin Jiaojiao danced well with her long sleeves, singing and dancing at the dinner table, and the previous repressed atmosphere was swept away.

The Xie Yi people are very interested in Heizi, and they come over from time to time, but Hei Zi is indifferent to the kindness of the Xie Yi people, always squatting or lying between Zheng Ren and Su Yun.

After dinner, Lin Jiaojiao also invited Zheng Ren to sing a song, but Zheng Ren refused. Getting into Xie Yiren's car, Zheng Ren said, "Go back to the hospital."

The Shei people nodded and drove straight to the 912 hospital.

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

Zheng Ren was silent.

Seeing that Zheng Ren seemed to be in a wrong state, Xie Yiren stretched out his right hand and gently held Zheng Ren's hand.

icy.

Hands that were always warm were now cold, like a block of ice. Xie Yi didn't say anything to comfort him, just held his hand and kept the speed at about 30 miles, so he didn't dare to drive too fast.

"Hey, you want to be my friend. Can you go home? Chang Yue and I will go out for a drink tonight." Su Yun said.

"Su Yun, how about doing basic research instead of clinical research?" Zheng Ren suddenly said this in silence.

"..." Su Yun was stunned.

At the Mayo Clinic, Dr. Charles Moore persuaded twice, 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. There are 299 lancets left, and I have to warn me, don't be so nonsense."

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