Chapter 1407: One Destiny, Two Fortunes, Three Feng Shui

It seems that Boss Zheng is not very concerned about the operation and management of Xinglin Garden. The other businessman named Xie Ning has other intentions and will not interfere in the operation of Xinglin Garden.

Whether it can be listed or not is another matter.

Now Xinglinyuan's cash flow is the most abundant period, all of which benefit from the live broadcast of Boss Zheng's surgery.

Lei Yinghua didn't continue talking, it was his limit to be able to use the academician workstation as a bargaining chip.

He quietly watched the operation.

As for whether Peng Jia agrees or not, it doesn't matter much compared to surgery.

After enucleating the largest intestinal polyp, the surgeon adjusted his field of vision back to normal and began the initially awkward operation.

This time, Lei Yinghua no longer had the initial contempt.

A microsurgery, telling him the countless details hidden under the slightly clumsy technique of the surgeon.

Like an iceberg, what is now showing is just the tip of the iceberg.

Even Lei Yinghua was not sure that what microsurgery showed was the full level of the surgeon.

Subject to my own level, I can't fully understand many details.

The largest polyp was enucleated, but the operation was far from over.

There are dozens of polyps in the patient's colon and rectum, and the number is huge. Lei Yinghua also does not think that the surgeon will do it in different times to reduce the damage to the patient.

The operator's operation hardly caused much secondary injury, and the fasting water for 3-5 days after the operation was sufficient for recovery.

Now the focus of surgery is whether the surgeon can maintain this stable state all the time.

Lei Yinghua watched the operation silently.

The chair in the conference room was a little hard, and he kept changing positions.

I feel exhausted even when I sit by myself, why is the surgeon's hand so steady? It never seemed to change.

After nearly 4 hours, the operation was finally over.

What Lei Yinghua saw was stability and refinement from beginning to end, as if there were no mood swings and erratic states in the practitioner.

He is like a solid rock that never changes.

The colonoscope carefully roamed the intestines, and no active bleeding was found, and the operation was declared over.

"Mr. Peng, your vision is really good. Talk to me about the academician workstation." Lei Yinghua left with these last words.

Are you looking good? Peng Jia was a little ashamed.

But Peng Jia suddenly thought that it was Boss Zheng who was the first to contact him, and he must have a good vision.

Otherwise, how can there be a routine live broadcast of surgery, such an incredible thing?

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...

Imperial Capital, 912 Hospital, outside the operating room.

Qin Tang sat silently. On his mobile phone, the doctors in the Sanatorium and Sanatorium, who had been explaining ESD surgery to him in real time, were eloquently expressing their admiration and admiration.

With the explanation of Heyang's doctor, Qin Tang knew that what he saw was a world-class operation.

But the success or failure of the operation is not important to him.

Qin Tang's attention was always on the patient's symptoms such as drowsiness and fainting during the disease process.

[Dr. Li, is my grandfather's disease the same as the patient who just had surgery? 】

Qin Tang sent a message, interrupting the other party's over-expressed excitement that could be detected through the phone.

[Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin's condition is different from this patient, and it is not MW syndrome. 】

He Yang's doctor poured cold water on Qin Tang.

【Do you think Dr. Zheng can cure my grandfather? 】

[It should be impossible, Alzheimer's disease is still a problem on a global scale. 】

Qin Tang was a little depressed. He silently turned off the phone and handed it over to the assistant who covered his hips and short skirts. He no longer went to see and raised the doctor to praise Boss Zheng.

It's enough for me to know that Boss Zheng is an excellent doctor, as for the rest, it doesn't matter.

"Dr. Zheng is really good." Qin Tang and Zou Yu said.

"Are you sure?" Zou Yu covered his mouth with a smile and said, "My father's illness was diagnosed by Dr. Zheng in Pengcheng, and the operation was performed at 912 later."

"Alas." Qin Tang sighed.

Zou Jiahua is only his uncle generation. At his age, the possibility of recovering from many diseases is quite high.

But my grandfather is old.

Manpower can not return to the sky, this is life.

"There is news that your family wants to invite Master Song to take another look at Feng Shui?" Zou Yu asked.

"There is no good way to go to the doctor in an emergency. The family wants to use Song Bo's secret skills to change their life and feng shui." Qin Tang sighed and said.

Song Bo, everyone's real name has been forgotten.

He is the royal Feng Shui master of many wealthy people in Hong Kong.

Uncle Song had no children, so he was a daughter, so he had to pass on his clothes to his daughter Song Moyao.

Song Moyao is very talented, and it is said that the blue is out of the blue. After Song Bo passed away, he was recognized by many wealthy people and continued to be the royal Feng Shui master.

It's just that she is rarely seen, and to ordinary people, she is a mysterious legend.

Recently, it was said that Song Mohao was pregnant with a son after getting married, raising a child at home, and even more isolated from the world.

It seems that the Qin family must have paid a considerable price for being able to invite Song Mohao out of the mountain.

But can Feng Shui treat a doctor?

Believe it or not.

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, there is no good way to consult with neurologists from all over the world.

Qin Tang nodded with a sad expression.

One fate, two fortunes and three feng shui, this is fate and cannot be changed.

Just as he was talking, Qin Tang's assistant came over with a dignified expression, holding the phone in both hands, "Dong Qin, the phone at home."

Qin Tang's heart sank all of a sudden.

I came here to invite Boss Zheng to see a doctor for my grandfather. The family knew about it. Suddenly calling myself, what does it mean...

His hands were trembling, and he took the phone.

Qin Tang didn't speak, just listened quietly. The blind voice came from the other side of the phone and didn't notice it, just stared blankly at the ground not far away.

Zou Yu knew that it might be that Mr. Qin was dead.

...

After the operation, Lao He wanted to praise a few words, but found that he couldn't find the words at all.

As an anesthesiologist in Dawai's operating room, Lao He has never been exposed to ESD surgery.

After all, it is a newly developed technique, and Lao He doesn't understand it, so he can't boast about it.

But Boss Zheng doesn't like to talk. Could it be that he remained silent face to face? That would be so awkward.

"Boss Zheng, you did this surgery..."

"It's okay." Zheng Ren smiled.

"Have you ever been in contact with him before?" Lao He had no words to ask for, and he felt brainless.

"When I was in Haicheng, I performed an appendectomy with a colonoscope." Zheng Ren said.

"..." Lao He really didn't know what to say this time.

Appendectomy with colonoscopy?

Is that really good?

The single-port laparoscopy, your boss Zheng thinks that the wound is too big!

Who said that Boss Zheng can't do minimally invasive surgery? Stand up and promise not to kill you!