"Doctor Ling." As the gathering drew to a close, pharmaceutical sales representatives from Duco Medical Company caught up with Ling Ran. Huang Maoshi from Changxi Medical Company was walking along with him.
They fought for the chance to foot Ling Ran's bill and made their presence known by giving him a toast. They even engaged the help of a pharmaceutical sales representative of a local pharmaceutical sales company. They did all of this so that Ling Ran would be more open to having a discussion with them.
"Let's talk as we walk." Ling Ran's expression did not change the slightest bit. There were always people with hidden intentions around him. Even when he was in kindergarten, parents of little girls would try to bribe him with pork ribs so that they could betroth their daughters to him. Now that he had become a doctor, he did not have the capacity to care about the hidden intentions of pharmaceutical sales representatives.
When it came to this, he had always let things run its course. This was because he was unable to change people's minds and stop them from doing things. Hence, he always made it a point to ask other people what they want, but not what was on their minds.
Duco Medical Company was a global pharmaceutical sales company, and it had made quite a name of itself in China. However, their pharmaceutical sales representatives always presented themselves with a humble and likable demeanor, even more so when they were dealing with Ling Ran.
They walked closely behind Ling Ran, and their leader went before Ling Ran and said, "Doctor Ling, I heard that you have performed an exceptional surgery today…"
"Which one?" Ling Ran cut him off and asked for details.
Doctor Ling had always taken other people's comments about the surgeries he carried out very seriously.
The pharmaceutical sales representative from Duco was immediately at a loss for words. This was a flattery that could be used on doctors on every occasion, and this was the first time a doctor had asked him this question.
"The first… the first surgery in the afternoon." This was the only surgery Ling Ran had performed today that he knew about, and he said it because he was afraid that Ling Ran would ask for more detailed comments.
Ling Ran hummed in acknowledgment and said nothing.
"Did… did I say something wrong?" The leader among the pharmaceutical sales representatives of Duco Medical Company was relatively old. He was about thirty-five or thirty-six, and he was no longer a hot-headed young man. However, even though his alcohol tolerance was now better compared to when he was younger, his IQ had shown no signs of increasing.
Ma Yanlin was the more amiable ones among them, and he was not as shameless as the others in Ling Treatment Group. He decided to treat the other party nicer because they had given Ling Ran and his entourage a toast. He said, "The first surgery in the afternoon was not live-streamed, and you were not present during the surgery either. Hence, this means that you have merely heard about it. Under normal circumstances, Doctor Ling doesn't really respond to this kind of praise."
"Oh, alright. I'll pay attention next time…" The moment the pharmaceutical sales representative finished speaking, he wanted to give himself a slap across his face so badly. 'What the heck was I saying?'
Ma Yanlin could not help but shake his head. "You're not a doctor, and it doesn't matter to him if you praise him or not. Just get straight to the point."
"Alright, sure, definitely…" The pharmaceutical sales representative from Duco immediately agreed. He took a deep breath. At least he got to talk about something he was more familiar with now. "What I want to say actually has something to do with what we're talking about a while back. The thing is, Doctor Ling, Duco Medical Company will be having an academic conference in Yun Hua City next week. We would like to invite you as a guest speaker. Of course, we would be paying you a token for preparing a speech and cover your travel expenses. Everything will be top class…"
"What kind of academic conference?"
"We're mainly promoting our brand of surgical thread. Doctor Ling, you have used our surgical thread before, haven't you?"
Ling Ran thought about it and said, "Yes, I have."
"Yeah. Thank you for your support, Doctor Ling. We were thinking that if you are willing to attend our academic conference, you can use our surgical thread to carry out a surgery or two and talk about the surgeries. If you would be so kind as to talk about some good qualities of our surgical thread, it would be best. But if you can't do that, it's alright too." The pharmaceutical sales representative paid attention to Ling Ran's expression as he spoke, and he was careful with his words.
After a short pause, the pharmaceutical sales representative continued, "In conclusion, we are providing a platform for you to say anything you want. Anything, really. We just have a small request. Please try your best not to talk about our competitors. It would be best if you do not mention any other pharmaceutical sales companies. It does not matter if you talk about us or not."
Beside him, Huang Maoshi added with a smile, "It would also be best if you don't say anything bad about them."
Ling Ran stopped in his tracks. "Is any topic okay?"
"Yes." The pharmaceutical sales representative from Duco quickly nodded.
Pharmaceutical sales companies only gave renowned senior doctors this kind of treatment. In China, large-scale pharmaceutical sales companies such as Merck & Co. organized more than ten thousand so-called medical conferences every year. Since there were so many of them, of course not all doctors would be able to talk about anything they wanted. This would make it meaningless.
Rebellion was human nature. If a pharmaceutical sales company were to organize a promotional talk, young doctors might attend one or two of them out of curiosity or to get a free meal. However, more renowned and senior doctors definitely would not be interested in attending them.
Hence, the academic conferences organized by pharmaceutical sales companies nowadays were basically true academic conferences. Of course, they still had ways to promote their products.
For example, Duco was inviting Ling Ran as a guest speaker because Ling Ran often used their brand of surgical thread. Hence, by inviting Ling Ran to carry out demonstrative surgeries and give a talk based on that, they would be able to stealthily promote their product as long as Ling Ran talked about the surgical thread he was using.
This was also how things worked when it came to cooking videos. If a chef used soy sauce from Haitian and chicken essence from Taitile, the people watching the video who wanted to try out the recipe would definitely take these two brands into consideration as they purchase their ingredients.
And when it came to surgery, doctors had an even higher tendency to get influenced by the medical consumables and equipment that excellent doctors were using. If a beginner had the means to do so, most of them would use exactly the same medical consumables and equipment used by senior doctors. No one would invite trouble by choosing their own medical consumables as well as equipment since the beginning and starting from zero. This was especially true when it came to rookies. If they were to do so, they might end up like a baker who accidentally used low-gluten flour when he was supposed to use high-gluten flour. He would not be able to explain himself out of the situation if the surgery were to fail.
And after a doctor was familiar with a surgical method, he would start to think for himself and select equipment, facilities, and medical consumables that he preferred. Even so, pharmaceutical sales companies would not suffer losses because of this. This was especially true for large-scale pharmaceutical sales companies that offered a wide selection of products. The brand effect was definitely a real thing.
Ling Ran rubbed his chin a little hesitantly. He had the intention to carry out freelance surgeries in other hospitals during the weekends, to begin with, so it was a viable option for him to attend a local academic conference and carry out a surgery or two while he was at it. After all, he would not need to take a flight if he were to do so.
However, he would only get to perform a surgery or two if he attended the academic conference, and he would get to carry out more surgeries if he went to another hospital for freelance surgeries. Ling Ran could not help to start thinking about what he should do with all that free time.
"Doctor Ling, all the renowned doctors nowadays like giving speeches in academic conferences. It's one way for people to get to know who you are, isn't it? Doctors stay in hospitals where they work all the time, and it's not easy for them to get to know doctors from other hospitals. If you get to know more doctors, those doctors might end up recommending you to their patients, and you will have more patients. You'll also get more opportunities to perform surgeries used for educational purposes." Huang Maoshi had been dealing with Ling Ran for two or three years, and he was immediately able to come up with a topic that Ling Ran was interested in.
To doctors, fame and benefits came hand in hand. Famous doctors would naturally gain a lot of benefits, but those who gain a lot of profit were not necessarily famous. This was why out of fame and benefits, doctors usually chase after fame from the very beginning.
But if they wanted to become famous, they must first build up their reputation.
In modern society, patients' word of mouth would not help to make a doctor famous at all. And this might be the reason behind the deterioration in current doctor-patient relationships.
Huang Maoshi knew very well that Ling Ran was the type of doctor who liked to carry out surgeries. It only took a few sentences for him to convince Ling Ran that participating in the academic conference would bring meaningful benefits to him.
"Alright, I'll go and take a look, then." Ling Ran thought about it and asked the pharmaceutical sales representative from Duco, "Is any topic okay?"
"Yes, just go up and say whatever you want!" The pharmaceutical sales representative from Duco flashed a humble smile and gave a certain answer.


Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world... And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don't know yet.

She didn't expect to be invited to the penthouse so soon. Claire was just as surprised as Debbie was when she received a call from Mr Wilde telling her to prepare the study for a guest. The head maid didn't question anything and did as she was instructed. She was also curious as to why the CEO wanted to know Scarlet's schedule. The kids were going to survey the various clubs and extracurricular activities today, so Claire was miffed when Mr Wilde told her to arrange for someone to pick Scarlet up after school in a car. Wasn't she supposed to take public transportation?
Jasper and Alex weren't too bothered with the special treatment Scarlet got. In fact, they looked genuinely happy for her when they heard someone coming to get her in a car.
"You should go home and rest, standing and walking too long isn't good for your leg."
Alex agreed and felt guilty seeing the cast on Scarlet's leg even though they made up. She wanted to help Scarlet carry her bag and reduce the burden, but even her own backpack was too heavy for her to handle. The Wilde princess didn't know what she could do for Scarlet except to walk beside her, but Scarlet was faster than she was. She'd never felt so useless before. When she heard that someone was coming to get her sister, Alex was overjoyed. At least Scarlet didn't need to put up with her pathetic speed now.
Scarlet didn't question it and followed the driver when he arrived. Claire didn't provide her with any more details, so the blogger was left to speculate what could have happened all alone in the car that seemed too big all of a sudden.
With nobody around, her thoughts drifted off to the darker side. Could it be that she'd done something wrong unknowingly and Mr Wilde called her back alone to scold her?
While the blogger was bashing herself mentally, Debbie was admiring the tasteful tapestries and sipping on Darjeeling tea. Wilmer decided to take some time and dress down so he would be more comfortable for the long discussion that was about to take place. There was just something about Debbie that clicked, and he just had a feeling that the girl would come to like Ms Connor too.
"Scarlet was once a Liu, but her parents were those in the middle class trying to make it rich. It was a marriage of partnership more than love and Scarlet was born from necessity. Before my wife met her, Scarlet was just like an expressionless doll and did things perfectly as expected from her. We wanted to raise her as our ward because she possesses an incredible talent that could become one of Alex's strongest pillars within her inner circle of friends when she becomes the Wilde heiress. However, when we tried to negotiate with the Liu's, they promptly sold their daughter to us for a blank cheque. It was at that point that my wife decided to adopt Scarlet legally instead of grooming her to become Alex's pillar."
"They sold her for money... Are they really her biological parents? How can such monsters exist!? The poor child..."
Wilmer sighed and nodded. "My wife and daughter tried everything they could, but the trauma and damage were already done. We don't want to resort to calling for a psychologist, but if the situation gets worse, we might have to. I do hope that we do not need to resort to such an option with your influence in Scarlet's life as a governess. I'll say I'm pleasantly surprised by how well I think you'd do well for the governess position. The focus should be more on Scarlet, but I hope you can help all three of my children grow, even if one of them isn't my legal child."
Debbie smiled. "I'm not very confident about playing the faux therapist here, but I will do my best. I am interested to meet all the children, but I would like to know to know more about the dedication of this job. As you might have heard, I am recently married and am living with my husband in Singapore. I understand that governesses are usually required to live with their employers much like the maids and butlers under your employment. However, I would like to request a more formal position, like a tutor, who can travel over for classes and return after the lesson is over..."
Wilmer thought about it. "I have no reason to object to such an arrangement. I also understand that you're busy with your freelance career as an editor, so I wouldn't want to take up too much of your time. Alex and Jasper will be having extracurricular activities after lessons and they will be interning at my company for two days a week. Once Claire has a better grasp on their schedules, we can discuss the arrangements again."
Just as their discussion came to an end, there was a knock on the door. Claire bowed as she entered and announced that Scarlet was home and was currently settling down in her room.
Wilmer shared a look with Debbie and told the maid to bring Scarlet to the study when she was ready. The two then proceeded to chat about less important matters as Claire excused herself.
When Scarlet heard that Mr Wilde wanted to see her, she quickly changed out of the uniform and combed through her messy hair. Once she was ready, Claire escorted her and knocked on the door before ushering the blogger in. She was clearly not expecting another person to be in the room, because the blogger froze up when she saw the unfamiliar lady.
To ease the tension, Wilmer smiled and told Scarlet to have a seat before asking about her day. Debbie noticed how upright Scarlet was sitting. Her ramrod spine and professional answers made the ex-lawyer raise her brow. She could understand a little more about what the CEO meant by behaving perfectly. She must have gone through a very harsh education to be able to carry herself with such prim and proper conduct.
Wilmer pouted. Scarlet wasn't easing up, so he mustered his most pitiful voice and asked childishly. "When are you going to call me daddy?"
The girl stiffened and Debbie giggled at the father and daughter interaction. 
Scarlet deadpanned. "Not even Alex calls you daddy."
Wilmer mocked horror and pretended to weep. Debbie couldn't contain her laughter and Scarlet seemed to ease up a little at that. With the ice broken, the ex-lawyer introduced herself as a friend of Benjamin's.
"You know Benjamin?"
"Yes," Debbie nodded. "We studied in the same institute before. However, I left my law career behind and am now helping budding writers publish their books. I'm a freelance editor!"
At the mention of 'editor', Scarlet's eyes lit up and she snapped back to Mr Wilde.
"She's an editor!"
Mr Wilde nodded slowly. "I know."
"But she's an editor... She helps make books!"
The Ceo was amused and nodded slowly again. "I've heard."
"I write books!" Scarlet was almost bouncing in her seat, much to the amusement of the adults present.
"And...?" Wilmer pretended not to get the inference.
Exasperated and mentally debating if she should shamelessly request for Debbie to teach her how to write books or be polite and let the chance fly by, the better choice was obvious to her.
"Daddy, can I please learn from Ms Connor? It doesn't have to be very often, just once in a while over tea is good too... I... I've actually started writing one secretly from Alex and Jasper, but I don't know if it is any good..."
Wilmer couldn't stop the smile from infecting his mood. It spread from his face to his entire personality, and the CEO pointed at Debbie.
"You're hired."


At age 10, Scarlet Liu Xiu Wen was tested with a Mensa IQ of 156.

By age 12, she was publishing books with the pen name Permanent Frost. By age 14, she was a successful vocalist-composer in the band called Britannia. By age 16 Scarlet had a successful career as a model and actress going by the stage name of Liu Xiu Wen.

However, there was a secret that the world didn't know. Away from the limelight, Scarlet took on yet another persona online as Pirate S - the eccentric half-genius. Everyone who lurked in the forums knew her name. Known for her unusual takes on life and mostly popularly for her "Human Observation Diary" blog, Scarlet enjoys the nerd life in secret.

Human Observation Diary has always kept to a very standard format but one day, a reader pointed out that the blog has recently been differing from its usual format. Intrigued by the trigger, Scarlet investigates her latest human observation - an online NEET by the name of Jedd77.

From further interactions, Scarlet finds herself helplessly drawn to him. As their friendship develops into something more, Scarlet has to make a choice.

To give up her secrecy and allow Jedd77 to be a part of her life? Or continue the game of cat and mouse even after the face reveal.

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Bang! Pain and dizziness!

Numerous questions swirled in his brain, familiar and strange faces swept past one by one in his mind and inexplicable memories constantly tumbled through his head but he couldn't quite catch them; they were like glimmers of light.

Jiang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes but was hit with the feeling of vertigo and he instinctively closed his eyes and settled in, letting the dizzy spell gradually pass before he opened his eyes again.

Where am I?

With this thought, one by one, the scattered memories in his head joined together like puzzle pieces. He suddenly remembered everything, well perhaps remembered wasn't the best word, as the memories already existed in his head.

He sat up subconsciously, his mind still a mess as he walked to the bathroom.

From Jiang Cheng to Jiang Cheng. 

The boy standing in the bathroom looking back at him in the mirror, looked both strange and familiar to him at the same time. 

His memories and logic told him that he should be dead but he wasn't.

Instead it felt like he had just dreamt and woken up as the boy in the mirror. Two very different memories intertwined in his mind confusing him.

Who was he?

Splash!

The cold water made Jiang Cheng's mind a lot clearer. The pointer of the bedside alarm clock clearly told him that it was 2001 and he was in Shanghai, China.

Was he dreaming or had he really returned back to the past in a new body. Common sense told him that the latter was impossible but...

"No! I am Jiang Cheng, my past life was real."

"I don't know how I was reincarnated but I am Jiang Cheng!"

Jiang Cheng chanted as he walked back and forth across the room.
 
In his past life, he had lived a life of regret. He didn't expect God to make such a joke out of him but now he was reborn maybe this was his recompense, another chance.

A chance to live the life he wanted, a chance to reach heights he couldn't in his past life. 

The owner of the body occupied by Jiang Cheng was also called Jiang Cheng. After fusing their memories, Jiang Cheng finally understood his situation. 

Jiang Cheng was born into a wealthy Chinese family. His father, Jiang Dejun, was the editor-in-chief of a publishing house. His mother, Gao Linlan was a reporter from Taiwan. His mother had come to the mainland to travel when she met his father and charmed by his talent and charisma, the two soon fell in love and married despite obstructions from his family. 

Even Jiang Cheng was remarkable. He had been a good student with both academic and social merits since childhood. He obtained top grades and had just graduated high school.

Probably because every child dreamt of becoming a star, Jiang Cheng, who had always been a good kid, went against the expectations of his school, teachers and relatives and made his own decision to apply for Shanghai Drama Academy and with his grades and charisma he was soon accepted into the Acting department. Fortunately, Jiang Cheng's parents were very open-minded, and allowed him to do as he wished.

Shanghai Drama Academy, was one of the best art schools in China, it had trained a large number of film and television talents for the domestic entertainment industry. Entering such a university meant that he would inevitably come into contact with many future big figures in the domestic entertainment industry.

Such a lucky occurrence helped reduce the confused look in Jiang Cheng's eyes, his attachment to his previous life gradually faded. 

With a kind of unprecedented firmness. He said to himself in the bathroom mirror: "From today onwards, I am Jiang Cheng!"

It was currently late June and with high school over Jiang Cheng had a long summer holiday ahead of him. 

Jiang Cheng's parents didn't seem to spot any anomalies in their son's behavior. Perhaps because of the fusion of memories, Jiang Cheng didn't display any strangeness before his parents. 

Instead, he just received the usual motherly nagging. Seeing such a caring side from someone was such a harsh contrast to the indifferent affection of his previous life.

Since Jiang Cheng was admitted into Shanghai Drama Academy, his parents decided this holiday period was a rare opportunity to visit Hainan as a family. But he rejected the proposal, he gave a bunch of reasons and finally persuaded his parents to let him stay at home.

After waving goodbye to his parents at the airport, Jiang Cheng headed back into his study. His idea was simple. He could recite the scripts for nearly every major film or TV series in China and the United States for years to come, so all he had to do was write those scripts before their original authors and absorb the wealth for himself in order to grow his empire.

He first set his target on the Taiwan idol drama "Autumn's Concerto." The reason for choosing the teen idol drama was because he had to consider his current age. After all, he was now just a 17-year-old who just graduated from high school. If he wrote something with profound meaning it would just attract doubt and suspicion.

Moreover, Autumn's Concerto was the second-highest rated Taiwanese idol drama, second only to Fated to Love You.

What was even more commendable was that the TV series, though it followed the traditional route of past idol dramas where men and women were constantly in a loop of love and heartbreak, it felt realistic and plausible not just another plot contrivance to create drama.  
 
From the beginning introduction of Liang Mu Cheng's tragic life, the story was carefully constructed.

From the perspective of a simple, kind and strong girl, the show delivered a touching story.

Perhaps it was because the director was also a woman but she was able to delicately grasp the perfect lens for the show and put each perspective into full play. The screenwriting was also excellent, the plot intriguing, the details were also subtle enough and though the overall concept was cliché, the show turned out to be heart-wrenching and touching at the same time.

Whenever the familiar sad melody sounded: "I love him zealously and madly My dreams have been cruelly shattered yet I cannot forget..." It moved the audience's hearts like a drizzle of rain.

It was the perfect series for a debuting screenwriter to make a name for himself.

Because the Jiang family was rich, despite computers still being considered expensive, they owned one at home and because of his parents job it was equipped with a printer. Such conditions made Jiang Cheng cry out in joy.

Switching on the computer skillfully and seeing the long-lost Windows XP system, Jiang Cheng smiled.

Opening up Microsoft Word 2001, his smile became even wider though the current program was kind of lacking, it was sufficient. 

Jiang Cheng's ten fingers quickly danced across the keyboard. As an excellent screenwriter in his previous life, speed typing was a vital skill. His record in his previous life was 110 words per minute, which could be regarded as first-class. 

It took five days for Jiang Cheng to complete the creation of "Autumn's Concerto", and then he sent the script for the first eight episodes of the TV series to Shanghai Tangren Film & Television.

Just like in America there was a bad phenomenon in the Chinese entertainment industry, where most film and television resources were monopolized by several large firms. Everyone had to do things according to their rules, otherwise they would be blocked and crushed. 

But in such a situation, Shanghai Tangren Film & Television could still develop rapidly and stably, a lot of which boiled down to its president, Cai Yinong, who was a very smart man.

Shanghai Tangren didn't take the path of independent production but instead it played a huge role in outsourcing and providing freelance jobs. 
 
They provided the scripts, funds, film and television bases and contacted excellent actors from mainland China, Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan, Singapore and other places. By taking the road of joint production and dividing profits, it meant they were able to resist the major firms.

No one was willing to offend so many people at the same time. The companies they outsourced to supported them and the agencies behind the actors became natural allies for Shanghai Tangren.

Although relatively less profitable, such development made them extremely stable. Because Shanghai Tangren themselves started late and had a weak foundation, they had to resort to this method to gradually grow.

Appreciative of the company, Jiang Cheng chose to send them the script. Of course, there were other reasons as well but the main one was that he wanted to build a relationship with them. 

After sending the script, Jiang Cheng didn't relax, but intended to write another manuscript.

Jiang Cheng a screenwriter is reincarnated to 2001, into the seventeen-year-old body of another Jiang Cheng. 

Clutching onto the dreams of his previous life he attempts to succeed where he previously failed. 

He starts from scratch, as a small-time screenwriter writing television shows and movie scripts. 

Filled with dreams of becoming a generational  entertainment legend and establishing an entertainment empire he takes the road to become the King of Film.

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Editor-in-chief office, Science Report editorial department.
Chief Editor Cai was sitting at his desk drinking tea while meticulously reviewing the draft article in his hand.
Although traditional media had become inferior to internet media, in the academic community, the Science Report journal still had its influence.
After all, they were directly affiliated with the Chinese Academy of Sciences. Even though their newspaper wasn't read by most researchers, most research institutes still mass-ordered their newspapers.
Because of this influence, Chief Editor Cai was extremely cautious when reviewing articles. Especially when it came to reports on controversial and trending figures. 
After all, if he made a mistake, he would be personally responsible.
However, today's articles were all pretty good quality. That was until he came across an interview with Professor Wang Haifeng, a well-known academic scholar.
He slapped the printed article on the desk and looked at his secretary.
"Get me Li Xuesong."
"Okay."
Secretary Zhou saw that Chief Editor Cai wasn't happy, so he didn't say anything else and quickly left the office.
Chief Editor Cai was the only person left in his office, and he tried to calm down by controlling his breathing.
However, when he looked at the article on the table, he became angry again.
During the meetings, he kept emphasizing to his journalists on how important politics was. However, this idiot obviously didn't hear what he said.
If he didn't review this article and the article got published, then he would be in trouble with the leadership team.
He was furious.
Secretary Zhou found Li Xuesong in the cubicles outside.
"Chief Editor wants to see you, go now."
Li Xuesong asked nervously, "Brother Zhou, Chief Cai… What does he want?"
I didn't offend anyone recently, right?
"I don't know." Secretary Zhou frowned and looked serious as he said, "Also, this is an office, stop calling me brother."
Li Xuesong was so anxious that he began to sweat. He then nodded and said, "Yes, I was wrong."
Secretary Zhou said, "Just go."
Li Xuesong was muddled, and he didn't say anything as he walked toward the editor-in-chief office.
The people in the cubicles watched Li Xuesong while they whispered about what had happened.
Li Xuesong wanted to know the answer the most; he had no idea how he offended Chief Editor Cai.
He knocked on the door and was met with a cold reply, "Come in". 
He shivered a little as he walked inside.
When Chief Editor Cai looked at Li Xuesong, Li Xuesong asked quietly, "Chief Cai, are you looking for me?"
Chief Editor Cai didn't say anything. Instead, he tapped his finger on the article.
"Did you write this thing?"
Li Xuesong immediately knew what was going on.
He guessed that the higher-ups weren't happy with his interview, so he tried to explain.
"Chief Cai, I know my report might cause controversy, but what does it have to do with us? We're in a neutral position, only objectively reporting on Professor Wang. It's Professor Wang that is in a controversy, this is the only way we can receive publicity…"
"Publicity, my a*s!" Chief Editor Cai threw the article at this idiot's head as he snapped, "When did I ask for publicity? If you understand the media so much, why don't you quit and start your own media company?"
Li Xuesong was being scolded like a dog, but he didn't complain.
He was just a normal journalist; he wrote whatever was said by the interviewee. 
However, he was still responsible.
After all, the reason he interviewed Wang Haifeng was to hear about his problems with Lu Zhou.
The controversy was good content.
Everyone was more willing to watch drama than serious reports.
Li Xuesong stopped talking.
After a few more insults, Chief Editor Cai picked up his vacuum flask and drank some water to moisturize his throat. He then waved his finger and snapped, "F*ck off, change it!"
Li Xuesong said, "Change the whole thing? Including the interview part?"
Chief Editor Cai said, "No sh*t, are you dumb? The biggest problem is this part!"
Li Xuesong was a little hesitant. "But Professor Wang…"
I don't want to piss of Professor Wang, and I can't just change his words, right?
"I don't care about that," Chief Editor Cai said. He then added, "Change it. Once the interview gets published, he'll thank us."
"Yes…" Li Xuesong said quietly before he walked away holding the draft article.
After some changes, the final report finally came out.
Professor Wang's words were completely altered.
"Quite embarrassing" became "talented", "doesn't look at the whole situation" became "scientific researcher who take risks"…
All of the negative comments said by Professor Wang were changed into positive ones.
Did Professor Wang have opinions?
He didn't.
He couldn't.
Just like Chief Editor Cai said, when Professor Wang saw this report, he wasn't pissed off. Instead, he felt relaxed as the knot in his heart could finally be untied.
In the beginning, he really thought that the caged carbon molecules by Professor Stanley would solve the lithium-sulfur battery problem. He never would have expected the industry to reject Professor Stanley's plan and accept Lu Zhou's invention instead.
After Lu Zhou won the Hoffman Prize, his face turned blue.
China wanted to use this politically significant medal to promote friendship with Germany.
It would be suicide if he tried to criticize Lu Zhou now.
He thought about calling Science Report to ask them to remove his interview. However, he was too embarrassed.
Still, even though Wang Haifeng got lucky, he still felt a little distasteful after seeing this report.
But he couldn't do anything other than whine.
After all, he had no ground to criticize a Hoffman Prize winner.
Wang Haifeng looked at the Science Report journal, and he scoffed, "Possible Nobel Prize winner?" 
He sneered and ripped the newspaper in half.
It was like he didn't learn his lesson; he started to criticize Lu Zhou again.
"Try staying in your own lane."
The PhD student sitting next to his desk shook his head. 
He couldn't criticize his supervisor's opinions.
However, he could taste the salt from here…


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

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Everyone who was focused on the Cannes Festival heard the news. In foreign countries, not a lot of people were interested, but indie film fans knew that Qin Guan had won the Best Actor Award of the 56th Cannes Festival.
He was the third Chinese actor to get that award after Ge You and Liang Chaowei. Everyone wanted to toast to that.
Qin Guan’s female fans went crazy online. His fan club was expanding at a high speed. His official fans were as many as 100,000. Most of Qin Guan's acquaintances were frightened. They hadn’t expected their son, fellow classmate, and friend to win the award. Only the word "f*ck" could express their sorrow.
...
"Got it!" Rongzhi shouted with sparkling eyes after working all night long. He had finally found out who Blaire, the freelance writer of The New York Times, actually was.
Then he discovered his apartment address and IP address through the local network station. Finally, he invaded Blaire’s computer.
Counterfeiters always saved the original photos or documents in a folder that they never opened in their whole lives. Rongzhi found Blaire’s secret in an encrypted folder.
"Show me your secrets. OMG is waiting!"
Rongzhi rubbed his hands happily. Then he opened the folder and checked it out.
"What the f*ck... What’s that?" Current affairs… Entertainment gossip… Rumors... Real news were twisted into completely different reports.
There were 40 fake reports in total. Blaire had been publishing them in The New York Times for more than a year. It seemed that The New York Times, the newspaper with the highest sales volume in America, published unverified news quite often. Blair was a frequent writer of the newspaper. What a joke!
If the chief editor was careful, he could have found the loopholes. However...
Emboldened by his initial success, Blair had continued his unscrupulous fabrication.
Rongzhi took an excited breath and copied all the proof. Like a dedicated professional, he sent it to both Qin Guan and Vivian. As soon as she got everything, Vivian posted it on OMG, complaining openly about her idol.
Yes, that’s right. Complaining!
Qin Guan's romantic life was discussed heatedly on the forum by people interested in gossip. They were all really happy about the news.
In America, such stories were common among both ordinary people and stars. Female fans though, who tended to be perfectionists, couldn't accept that.
Childhood sweethearts? You cheated on her as soon as you won the award! Besides, that girl was not even beautiful!
They had a unique opinion on Chinese beauties. They preferred dark skin and thick lips, so Li Bingbing did not match their taste.
The story changed really quickly though, when everyone found out about the fake news fabricated by The New York Times. It was unbelievable! Now everyone knew about the fake news published by the most popular newspaper in America.
In a few minutes, the netizens had gone crazy. The striking news were on OMG, where everyone gathered to spread it.
In 10 minutes, the editors of all the mainstream media and portal websites had heard. Phones rang again and again. Will Ryan, the chief editor of The New York Times, rushed into his office.
The directors of all the sections were crowded inside, although it was not working hours.
"Talk… Anyone got through to Blair?"
Ryan rubbed his temples tiredly. The aggressive, achievement-oriented man was in big trouble.
"According to our technical staff, the material online is real. Blair is a fraud."
"We have to make an announcement tomorrow to correct the fake news..."
"Blair stole information from other media. Now we have to negotiate with those writers and publishers."
"The victim of his latest story was the Cannes Best Actor winner. His lawyer has sent us a letter..."
The calm, efficient man seemed overwhelmed by the bad news. He lowered his head, and then looked up again. Before he could say something to his startled staff, the phone rang again.
"Chief editor, you have a call from the board..."


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

Han Sen was standing in front of the headquarters of the company Impression Culture when the security guard saw him. He was wearing big sunglasses and a hat, with Littleflower in his arms and Bao'er perched upon his shoulder.
"We have a meeting with your Chief Editor. Here is the appointment slip." Han Sen handed the slip over to the security guard.
The security guard scanned the slip and then gave Han Sen a look of admiration. He handed the slip back with both hands and said, "You are Xie Qing King, the author of Overbearing President Love Luv Looove! I really love your comic. Can I have your signature?"
"I apologize, but I am merely his manager. Xie Qing King is busy, so he is unable to attend," Han Sen said.
Xie Qing King became a demi-god a few years back, but there was no news about what became of him. Han Sen did not know if he was still alive or where he had gone, following his ascension.
Still, Han Sen continued to handle the matters surrounding his comics. Although there hadn't been any new material published in the past few years, Overbearing President Love Luv Looove! was still popular. They were actually printed in physical, comic format, and a filming producing company had contacted Impression Culture with the desire to produce an anime and live-action adaptation of the work. Han Sen had come to talk about copyright matters.
"Brother Qing, I am so good to you. Even if you have died, your work has been immortalized. Your life and legacy will go on, even if you aren't present," Han Sen thought to himself.
Han Sen wasn't interested in these sorts of matters, but it was a personal matter regarding Xie Qing King. It might have been the last thing he left behind in this world, and Han Sen didn't want to see it mishandled.
The security guard looked disappointed, but he still said, "Please enter. The Chief Editor is waiting for you in the board room. An AI will show you the rest of the way there."
Han Sen followed an AI to the discussion room. He made Littleflower happy as he went.
Ji Yanran had been busy lately, so since Han Sen had some free time, he thought it would be good to bring Littleflower along with him.
They were worried Littleflower might have been affected by the time spent in the crystallizer's Main Control Room, but nothing had seemed to go awry. Littleflower had grown up like a normal child, and at the tender age of being one year old, he could walk and talk.
But even so, Littleflower was a very quiet boy. Unless someone spent time with him, he'd sit silently all day long.
In the board room, Zuo Lan frowned while looking at the screen. Before Han Sen reached the Impression Building, she had already been watching him. She was disappointed it wasn't Xie Qing King himself who had shown up, and when she saw Han Sen had brought two kids with him to a discussion about copyrights, she frowned even harder.
Zuo Lan was not afraid of meeting with famous authors and superstars, but she was afraid of consulting with agents and managers. She was especially afraid of this one, as he didn't look professional. He had brought two kids with him, after all. She didn't think the discussion would go smoothly.
But Overbearing President Love Luv Looove! was too popular, and after all those years, it was still in the top five. That alone could tell you how popular it was.
Most comics that were still updating and ongoing were not as popular as it, and there were many investors interested in Overbearing President Love Luv Looove! due to its staying power. They wanted to make an anime and live-action adaptation of it.
"Chief Editor Zuo, why has Xie Qing King not come?" The middle-aged man next to her frowned as he watched Han Sen.
"Although Xie Qing King is an author for Impression Culture, he is freelance. He has his own way of doing things. If he allowed his manager to come here, that means he is the one who now has total control," Zuo Lan said carefully.
Until now, no one knew who Xie Qing King actually was. Zuo Lan herself was quite curious, too.
Zuo Lan really loved Overbearing President Love Luv Looove! as well. Her mind was like that of a normal young lady. She'd love nothing more than to be loved by a man like that.
She was also a little different from most young ladies, and she knew men such as that didn't exist in the real world. She was smart.
"Did you tell him it was Dong Te Film that wanted to discuss copyright issues? Our president is here, so isn't he being a little rude?" a secretary-looking woman said, standing behind the middle-aged man.
"Maybe he is busy, and as a result, he couldn't make it here," Zuo Lan said.
"What could be more important than this? Dong Te Film has a lot of investment capital." The woman looked displeased.
Zuo Lan smiled but did not say anything. She did not like how arrogant they were, but business was business. The copyright fee was rather high, and if the deal was a success, Impression Culture could receive 20% of it. That was a big number.
So, even if Zuo Lan hated the woman's attitude, she had to endure it.
"I didn't even say anything, and you're just a secretary talking crap. You're obviously just a b*tch who sold her body to achieve a modicum of fame." Zuo Lan looked at her with disdain.
As they were talking, Han Sen reached the meeting room. Zuo Lan turned the monitor off and let Han Sen and the baby inside. She was thinking, "This is bad. Such an unprofessional manager and a slutty b*tch all in one room. These matters of business will be difficult to discuss."
"Hi. You are Zuo, the Chief Editor? I am Xie Qing King's manager. Call me San Mu." Han Sen reached his hand out to Zuo Lan.
Zuo Lan saw that he was holding a kid and wearing a hat and glasses, and she knew he had no manners. She still shook his hand, though, and she said, "Hello. I am indeed Zuo Lan. Allow me to introduce you to Dong Te Film's president Yu Hetian. He would like to purchase the rights to Overbearing President Love Luv Looove!"
"Hello President Yu. I am San Mu." Han Sen reached out his hand to Yu Hetian.
Yu Hetian was on a chair, unwilling to stand up. He dropped some cigarette ash and said, "Why is Xie Qing King not here? Are you sure you can handle such big business matters?"
Han Sen was not angry. He just smiled and said, "Xie Qing King is in the sanctuary, and he hasn't come back yet. And I have total control over Overbearing President Love Luv Looove! I can represent Xie Qing King fully in these matters. You do not have to worry."


In the magnificent interstellar era, mankind has finally developed teleport technology, but when trying to teleport, they are not sent to the future, the past, or any land known to men...

This mysterious space is called God’s Sanctuary, where lived numerous unknown creatures. Here, humans will make the greatest leap in their evolution to create the most glorious epoch in history.

"Sacred-blood creature black beetle killed. Beast soul of sacred-blood black beetle gained. Eat the meat of sacred-blood black beetle to gain 0 to 10 geno points randomly."

The next morning I was sitting at my computer in my home office.

I should have been working. I had three deadlines the next two weeks and I'd barely begun on the work. I was a freelance editor. I got paid by the hour and if I didn't work that hour, I didn't get paid. I had a mouth to feed, my own. I had a body to clothe, a body that liked all sorts of clothes, it craved them so I had to feed the habit or things could get nasty. I had a cosmopolitan addiction and cosmos didn't come cheap. And I had a house I was fixing up. Therefore, I needed to get paid.

Okay, that wasn't strictly true. I wasn't fixing up my house. My Dad did some of the work. My friend Troy did other work. So, I should say that I had a house I was guilting, begging and emotionally blackmailing others into fixing up.
But still, it needed fixing up and cabinets and tile didn't march from Cabinet and Tile Land into my house and say, "We want to live with you, Gwendolyn Kidd, fix us to your walls!"
That only happened in my dreams, of which I had many, most of them daydreams.
Like right then, sitting at my computer, one heel to the seat, my chin to my knee, my eyes staring out the window, I was thinking about my Mystery Man, the Great MM. I was daydreaming about changing our first meeting. Being smarter, funnier, more mysterious, alluring, interesting, hooking him instantly with my rapier wit, my flair for conversation, my ability to discuss politics and world events intelligently, my humble stories of expansive charity work all wrapped up with enticing looks that promised a lifetime of mind-blowing orgasms, making him declare his undying love for me.
Or at least tell me his name.
Instead, I was drunk and definitely not any of that.I heard my doorbell go, a chime then a clunk and I started out of my elaborate daydream which was beginning to get good.
Then I got up and walked through my office into the upstairs hall making a mental note, again, to call Troy and see if he'd fix my doorbell for a six pack and a homemade pizza. This might mean he'd bring his annoying, whiny, constantly bitching new girlfriend though, so I changed my mind and decided to call my Dad.

Night time is the right time...

Keira Clifford has met the man of her dreams. He's hot, he's sexy, and what started as a no-names-exchanged night of passion has blossomed into a year and a half-long pleasure fest. Sure, it's a little strange that he only appears in her bed at night, but Keira is so sure he's the one, she just can't turn him away...

Jamie's Alpha knows more about keria than she could ever imagine. She's gorgeous, headstrong, and skittish about relationships. But Hawk is facing his own demons, demons that keep him from connecting with anyone. Yet when keria is drawn into Denver's lethal underground scene, Jamie's protective nature comes out full force. The problem is, when keria gets a dose of Jamie's Alpha attitude in the daylight, she's not so sure he's the one anymore...

Huo Congjun tidak datang sendirian. Sebaliknya, dia mencari He Yuanzheng untuk menemaninya, dan mereka bergegas ke kamar rumah sakit.
Huo Congjun tinggal lebih lama di rumah sakit ketika Pusat Medis Darurat sedang diperluas.
Saat ini, ia bahkan tidak dapat menemukan energi untuk menghadiri pertemuan tertentu karena beberapa orang tidak lagi layak dimarahi. Bagi Huo Congjun, impian terbesarnya adalah memiliki Departemen Darurat yang lebih besar sehingga ia dapat mencegah beberapa tragedi terjadi lagi.
He Yuanzheng sedikit dipengaruhi oleh Ling Ran.
Dia sekarang belajar hepatektomi untuk mengembangkan dirinya. Sebagai dokter kelas atas, He Yuanzheng masih dianggap muda. Itu adalah tren bagi orang-orang seusianya untuk terus meningkatkan keterampilan mereka sendiri.
Huo Congjun menunggu He Yuanzheng di depan lift. Dia berkata sambil berjalan, "Nanti, kamu akan menjadi penanggung jawab. kamu adalah dokter kepala dari Departemen Bedah Hepatobilier dan Pankreas, kata-katamu akan sangat berpengaruh. "
"Oke." He Yuanzheng tidak punya alasan untuk menolak ini.
Para pasien dan keluarga mereka memang hal yang paling menjengkelkan bagi dokter kelas satu. Tapi begitu dia menangani banyak hal seperti itu, dia akan terbiasa.
Keduanya pergi ke kamar bersama. Kemudian, mereka melihat setidaknya sepuluh anggota keluarga berkumpul di luar. Mereka sepenuhnya menempati kamar kecil itu.
"Direktur Departemen Huo. Direktur Departemen He. "Zuo Cidian segera menyambut Huo Congjun ketika dia. Kemudian, ia memperkenalkan orang-orang, "Ini adalah anggota keluarga dari Ranjang 76…"
"Biarkan aku melihat kondisi pasien." Huo Congjun menghentikan anggota keluarga yang gelisah dari melakukan apa pun. Dia mengambil catatan keperawatan dari bagian bawah tempat tidur dan mulai melihatnya dengan tenang.
Setiap orang awalnya memiliki keinginan besar untuk berbicara, tetapi ketika mereka melihat Huo Congjun mengambil catatan medis, mereka tidak berani mengucapkan sepatah kata pun.
Huo Congjun memegang catatan medis dan membaca catatan di atas sambil mengamati keluarga pasien.
"Mari kita bicara di luar dan membiarkan pasien beristirahat dengan baik. Tolong jangan cemas, dan jangan cepat marah. Jangan khawatir." kata Huo Congjun sambil menarik He Yuanzheng keluar dari ruangan. Dia tidak memberikan kesempatan bagi anggota keluarga untuk mengelilingi mereka.
Ada ruang pertemuan dekat bangsal. Huo Congjun memasuki ruang pertemuan dan mengatur He Yuanzheng untuk duduk di kursi utama sebelum dia duduk di samping He Yuanzheng dan menghadap ke pintu. Tiba-tiba, dia merasa seolah-olah dia segera mendapatkan kembali kendali.
Anggota keluarga pasien yang datang setelah mereka dengan ragu-ragu membagi diri menjadi beberapa kelompok. Mereka tampak tidak nyaman.
Huo Congjun memandang He Yuanzheng.
"Apakah kamu menemukan ahli bedah lepas?" He Yuanzheng langsung langsung ke pokok permasalahan.
"Kami pikir kondisi ayah kami cukup serius. Tentu saja, kami memahami bahwa untuk rumah sakit dan dokter, ini hanya penyakit biasa, dan kalian semua telah melakukan banyak kasus seperti ini. Tetapi bagi kami, kami hanya berharap ayah kami akan lebih baik, jadi tidak apa-apa meskipun kami perlu mengeluarkan lebih banyak uang…" Putra bungsu pasien yang paling menonjol berdiri dan berbicara. Ekspresinya lebih tenang, dan dia berbicara dengan cara yang lebih jelas.
He Yuanzheng mengangguk pelan. "Aku bisa mengerti perasaanmu, tetapi tidak diperbolehkan bagi pasien untuk menghubungi ahli bedah lepas sendiri."
"Kenapa?" Putra kedua yang menghubungi ahli bedah lepas langsung merasa tidak bahagia.
"Karena mempekerjakan ahli bedah lepas bertentangan dengan peraturan, dan rumah sakit kami harus memikul tanggung jawab. Selain itu, ahli bedah lepas yang dihubungi oleh pasien mungkin memiliki kualitas yang berbeda. Jika sesuatu terjadi, rumah sakit kami tidak akan dapat menemukan solusi."
"Aku meminta Direktur Departemen Feng Zhixiang untuk melakukan operasi, dan bukan dukun." Putra kedua sudah berusia lima puluh tahun. Jenggot dan cambangnya berwarna putih, dan caranya berbicara sangat keras.
He Yuanzheng tertegun, dan Huo Congjun segera berbalik untuk melihat Zuo Cidian.
Zuo Cidian tersenyum pahit. "Aku baru saja mempelajarinya."
Feng Zhixiang adalah seseorang yang muncul dalam bahan ajar. Namanya ditemukan di dewan editorial banyak atlas bedah. Di bidang medis, editor tidak kalah dengan penulis. Itu karena sebagian besar informasi medis yang baru direvisi harus disetujui oleh editor. Informasi medis seperti itu akan menjadi tren di bidang medis dan juga materi pembelajaran bagi mahasiswa kedokteran.
Ketika Zuo Cidian bekerja di rumah sakit kota, ia tidak peduli dengan tokoh-tokoh terkenal di bidang medis. Bahkan ketika dia berada di Rumah Sakit Yun Hua sekarang, dia tidak bisa dengan jelas memahami situasinya. Dia hanya tahu bahwa orang ini adalah seseorang yang istimewa ketika dia melihat ekspresi Direktur Departemen Huo.
"Apakah Profesor Feng Zhixiang setuju untuk datang?" Dia Yuanzheng cemberut dan bertanya.
"Dia melakukan. Aku pergi kepadanya. Dia enggan datang pada awalnya. Jadi, aku pribadi pergi ke Beijing untuk meyakinkannya, dan dia akhirnya setuju, "kata putra kedua dengan bangga. Ini bukan tugas yang mudah, dan dia menjadi lebih bangga ketika dia berhasil menyelesaikan tugas ini.
He Yuanzheng tidak bisa tidak memiliki perubahan dalam pola pikirnya.
Rumah Sakit Yun Hua adalah rumah sakit teratas di Kota Yun Hua dan Provinsi Changxi, dan juga memiliki tingkat pengaruh tertentu terhadap provinsi terdekat. Namun, Feng Zhixiang adalah ahli yang paling berpengaruh dalam operasi umum di negara itu. Dia telah berpartisipasi dalam revisi informasi medis beberapa kali, dan levelnya melampaui Rumah Sakit Yun Hua dengan cepat.
Jika ahli terbaik datang untuk operasi lepas, Rumah Sakit Yun Hua tidak akan mengatakannya. Bahkan, dengan ketenaran dari Departemen Hepatobilier dan Bedah Pankreas di Rumah Sakit Yun Hua, bahkan jika mereka membayar Feng Zhixiang untuk menghadiri konferensi di sini, dia bahkan mungkin tidak mengakui tawaran mereka.
Ini seperti bagaimana kepala dokter di Rumah Sakit Yun Hua tidak pergi ke rumah sakit daerah.
Jika lubuk hati mereka, Rumah Sakit Yun Hua sangat bersedia mengundang Feng Zhixiang. Setidaknya, He Yuanzheng sangat senang melakukannya.
Departemen Bedah Hepatobilier dan Pankreas biasanya tidak akan dapat mengundang orang seperti ini.
Pada awalnya, aturan yang digunakan oleh rumah sakit untuk menyewa ahli bedah lepas adalah untuk menyingkirkan para dokter yang tidak terkenal dan yang tidak mereka kenal. Kadang-kadang, mereka bahkan menyewa ahli bedah lepas untuk menyingkirkan dokter yang tidak memiliki hubungan baik dengan rumah sakit.
Dan pada awalnya, ahli bedah lepas sebenarnya diundang oleh para pasien.
Pasien mengundang dokter yang mereka kenal untuk mengoperasi mereka melalui jaringan pribadi mereka. Karena ini berkaitan dengan kelangsungan hidup mereka, bahkan jika para dokter tidak terlalu dekat dengan pasien, para dokter dari tempat lain mungkin masih datang untuk melakukan operasi.
Sebelum operasi freelance menjadi aturan yang tidak terucapkan, mengundang dokter untuk melakukan operasi freelance bukanlah tugas yang mudah. Lagipula, dokter terkenal biasanya tidak akan mau mengoperasi pasien jika mereka perlu menanggung risiko tinggi untuk melakukan operasi untuk seseorang yang tidak relevan.
Para dokter terkenal bahkan tidak akan menyukai pembayaran untuk ahli bedah lepas, terutama untuk para dokter yang menjadi direktur departemen. Penghasilan mereka tinggi sebelum reformasi medis, jadi mereka tidak benar-benar peduli dengan biaya operasi lepas, yang nilainya hanya sekitar beberapa ribu.
Pada waktu itu, direktur departemen didukung oleh perusahaan penjualan farmasi, dan mereka bahkan tidak peduli dengan uang.
Saat ini, operasi lepas di rumah sakit telah menjadi norma, terutama bagi dokter dari rumah sakit setempat yang telah menjalin aliansi tidak resmi dengan dokter kelas atas di Beijing dan Shanghai. Secara alami, mereka akan menghilangkan dokter lepas yang tidak mereka kenal.
Namun, ini bukanlah sesuatu yang diatur sesuai kemauan.
Jika ahli bedah lepas itu bukan bagian dari jaringan pribadinya, ahli bedah itu akan menjadi bagian dari jaringan pribadinya begitu ia baru saja membentuk koneksi dengannya.
Ketika dia memikirkan hal ini, He Yuanzheng menjadi sedikit lebih sopan. Dia berkata, "Teknik Profesor Feng Zhixiang bagus, tetapi Profesor Feng hampir berusia tujuh puluh tahun. Apakah dia akan melakukan operasi sendiri, atau dia akan membimbing operasi?"
Ketika mereka berbicara tentang topik ini, putra kedua dari Keluarga Ding agak linglung, jadi dia menggelengkan kepalanya dengan bingung.
He Yuanzheng batuk dan berkata, "Dibutuhkan dua jam untuk hepatektomi jika ahli bedah itu cepat. Jika kondisinya buruk, dokter bedah perlu empat hingga lima jam untuk menyelesaikannya. Profesor Feng Zhixiang seusia dengan ayahmu. Akan sangat sulit baginya untuk berdiri di meja operasi selama tiga hingga empat jam, kan? "
"Bukankah itu yang selalu dia lakukan ketika melakukan operasi?" Putra kedua menyadari apa yang dikatakannya. Dia menggelengkan kepalanya dan berkata, "Karena dia sudah menyetujuinya, Aku tidak bertanya apa-apa lagi."
"Aku masih menyarankanmu untuk bertanya dulu," kata Huo Congjun perlahan. "Dokter Ling Ran dari rumah sakit kami juga sangat ahli. Jika kamu mengundang Profesor Feng untuk melakukan operasi yang dibimbing, Ling Ran kami…"
"Direktur Departemen Huo, karena keluarga pasien telah mengajukan permintaan, aku rasa kita dapat mempertimbangkannya berdasarkan keinginan mereka." He Yuanzheng tampaknya telah ditaklukkan pada saat ini. Baginya, itu akan baik bahkan jika dia mengenal Profesor Feng Zhixiang.
Ini adalah sikap yang sama dengan yang ditunjukkan dokter lain ketika Rumah Sakit Yun Hua menyambut akademisi Zhu Tongyi terakhir kali.
Seluruh rumah sakit perlu dimobilisasi untuk menyambutnya.
Profesor Feng Zhixiang bukan seorang akademisi, dan itu tentu saja terkait dengan kurangnya keberuntungan, tetapi statusnya dalam operasi umum di negara itu cukup tinggi. Paling tidak, sangat berharga bagi He Yuanzheng untuk mengenalnya.
Huo Congjun memikirkannya selama beberapa detik, dan dia tidak terus bertarung.
Ling Ran punya banyak operasi untuk dilakukan sekarang. Kesulitan utama adalah bahwa tidak ada tempat tidur yang memadai. Selain itu, itu adalah tempat tidur dari ICU. Jadi, bahkan jika dia memperjuangkannya dengan paksa, tidak ada banyak artinya, dan itu tidak menjelaskan kemungkinan apakah pasien bahkan akan mendengarkannya.
Di sisi lain, seorang ahli bedah umum kelas atas seperti Feng Zhixiang dapat membuat He Yuanzheng memperbaiki dirinya sendiri. Dia mungkin juga memiliki efek yang lebih besar pada Ling Ran.
Jadi, Huo Congjun tetap diam.
Keluarga pasien senang ketika mereka melihat bahwa para dokter telah setuju.
Putra bungsu ingin memastikan lagi. "Jika kita mengundang Profesor Feng Zhixiang ke sini, semua biaya medis dapat ditanggung oleh asuransi kesehatan juga, kan?"
"Kamu dapat menutupi sebagian besar biayanya. Rinciannya akan tergantung pada aturan yang ditetapkan oleh perusahaan asuransi kesehatanmu. Kami akan memperlakukan ayahmu dengan cara yang sama dengan dokter kami memperlakukan pasien mereka yang lain," He Yuanzheng berkata, "Tapi kamu akan membayar sendiri biaya untuk ahli bedah lepas."
"Oke, tidak masalah." Putra kedua Keluarga Ding mengurus semua hal yang melibatkan uang. Dia yang terkaya di antara anak-anak, dan dia tidak terlalu peduli tentang uang. Tetapi dia menekankan hal-hal tertentu. "Profesor Feng Zhixiang adalah dokter top dalam operasi umum di negara kita. Terlepas dari apakah itu hati, kantong empedu, limpa, perut, atau ginjal, ia adalah ahli dalam semua ini. Jika kita menghabiskan sejumlah uang untuk mempekerjakan seseorang seperti ini untuk operasi, kita semua akan merasa nyaman, bukan? "
He Yuanzheng tersenyum dan menatap Huo Congjun dengan hati nurani yang bersalah.
Huo Congjun telah memikirkan semuanya. Dia tersenyum dan berkata, "Aku sudah katakan bahwa kamu akan bertanggung jawab atas ini. Pasien tinggal di Departemen Bedah Hepatobilier dan Pankreas, jadi kamu hanya perlu menyetujui dan menandatangani formulir."
He Yuanzheng langsung setuju dan mengirim Huo Congjun pergi. Kemudian, dia kembali untuk membahas detail tentang undangan Feng Zhixiang. Meskipun ia adalah seorang ahli bedah lepas yang diundang oleh pasien, untuk menjalankan rencana itu, administrator internal rumah sakit perlu menangani masalah-masalah.


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