Four Seasons Hotel.
In the VIP box.
The deans of various hospitals in the city have reaped the consequences. No one thought that Chen Xing could drink so well.
Some of them were lying on the ground, sleeping soundly, while others had their foreheads resting on their arms on the table, their ears red to their necks, and they could barely maintain their posture.
If someone pushed in the door at this time, they would definitely be surprised.
You must know that these drunkards are not ordinary people, but leaders in the medical field. This kind of embarrassing state is rare in a century.
"Drink...Dean Wang drinks..." Li Ge lay on the table and kept chanting.
And his drinker, Wang Youpeng, chief biotech R&D chief of WuXi Group, was snoring under the table, and his whole face was as red as a monkey's butt.
"You can't drink hard, I have to wipe your butt." Chen Xing looked at the staggering people in the box and shook his head, then he stood up and walked towards the door of the box.
Since Li Ge and Wang Youpeng blocked the drinking, Chen Xing didn't drink too much, only about twenty drinks, which was not as intense as during the Chinese New Year. He can even play goose now.
As soon as he opened the box door, the hotel manager who had been standing at the door for several hours immediately came up to him and asked, "Does Mr. Chen's food taste good?"
While speaking, he glanced inside the box, and his pupils suddenly flashed. A sudden contraction.
“Dean Wu Yaoming!”
“Why did he sleep under the table?”
“This is still the same dean Wu who is known as the Master of the Heart. "
In his heart, Wu Yaoming was a fairy-like being. He was a famous medical expert in Shanghai and even the whole country. It would take at least three years to make an appointment for an operation. Reservations may not be available.
The hotel manager was shocked and looked at Chen Xing again.
"It tastes good. You have also seen the scene in the box. Arrange some people and send them to the suite to rest."
"That's right."
Chen Xinggang After finishing speaking, he took out a bank card and said: "To get the presidential suite on the top floor, and to pay for food, I will pay this card. When I deliver breakfast tomorrow, you can return the card to me."
"Okay, Mr. Chen." The hotel manager took the bank card and followed the hotel's rules.
Although he really wants to waive fees for Chen Xing, Li Ge and others, he also has this authority to gain popularity and so on, but sometimes, he really can't do it on his own initiative, because the effect is often It will be counterproductive.
The higher the class status and the greater the accumulation of wealth, what they fear most is not being borrowed money, but incurring an inexplicable debt of favor, and then the other party does not mention how to repay it, but waits for the critical moment. use.
You have no brains to help, it may be risky.
If you don’t help me, you will get a reputation of being ungrateful.
Just like the "real kungfu" in the past, after it went from a small dessert shop to a chain store that became popular all over the country, several relatives of the partners were like parasites and quickly entered all the profit-making aspects of real kung fu. , in the end due to infighting, corruption, all links began to fail, and the brand lost its competitiveness.
This is why not owing favors and curbing relatives has always been a top priority for company bosses, because companies infiltrated by families are often accompanied by high levels of corruption.
After the other party took the bank card, Chen Xing looked back at everyone in the box, then withdrew his gaze and warned: "Call a few more people, but don't bump into them."
"Don't worry, Mr. Chen. We have special transport stretchers to ensure there will be no problems." the hotel manager responded.
As the top hotel in Shanghai, the Four Seasons Hotel has all kinds of facilities. Even if the guests who have not booked a room get drunk, there are corresponding cheap rooms to provide rest.
It’s not like some unscrupulous restaurants where people get drunk and just throw it out on the roadside, leaving the guests to fend for themselves.
"That's good."
Chen Xing nodded slightly but did not stop.
"Mr. Chen, go slowly." After the hotel manager watched Chen Xing leave, he took out the walkie-talkie on his waist and called: "Box 1, Box 1, there are 10 people coming to Box 1, bring them with you for transportation Stretcher, an important guest is drunk."
"Received"
The intercom responded.
"Front desk, front desk."
The hotel manager continues to call.
Front desk: "The manager is here."
"How many presidential suites are there on the top floor, are they enough for about 16 people?"
"There are 9 more, that's enough."
"Okay, open 8 suites." The hotel manager just finished speaking, thought about it, and replied: "Open them all, so as not to disturb them. Take a break and remember Mr. Chen’s message.”
“Okay.”
The front desk made some noise.
A moment later.
The hotel employees arrived one after another. They brought medical-grade stretchers and lying-flat carts to transport the drunken deans one by one to the top floor of the hotel.
......
In the Spring Suite of the Four Seasons Hotel, Chen Xing was washing away the smell of alcohol from his body, and his tense nerves in the past few days could finally relax.
Jiang Ce is his right-hand man. If something happens, it will be a huge loss to Longxing Group.
Fortunately.
The implant went well.
"According to how drunk Li Ge and the others are, it is estimated that they will not wake up until noon tomorrow. Maybe we can call Zhang Ming over first."
Chen Xing murmured to himself.
Brain-computer interface is a major trend, and it is a major trend related to human life.
Currently, TikTok has been criticized internationally and has been labeled as discriminatory by Jewish capital agencies. From time to time, people march to demand a ban.
How to whitewash TikTok has become the primary issue for Chen Xing and Zhang Ming.
Longxing Group needs TikTok to promote and act as a mouthpiece for the world, and ByteDance also needs TikTok to further expand its profit scope. The interests of the two are consistent.
After the brain-computer interface was successfully implanted and cured of ALS, Chen Xing also thought of a way to break the situation, which was magic bombardment.
What is magic attack?
Don’t Europe and America care about human rights?
If TikTok can reach some kind of cooperation with brain-computer interfaces, and then open up channels to promote rare diseases, will European and American people still resist?
What if you still boycott?
Well, you are discriminating against rare patients!
If there is no boycott, then the label of racial discrimination can be successfully removed. After the indoctrination of information, the people will completely forget it, and this situation will be completely solved.
"Just do it like this."
Thinking of this, Chen Xing turned off the shower.
After drying the water on his body with a bath towel, he picked up another white bath towel, draped it on the lower half of his body, and came to the living room of the suite. Then he picked up the mobile phone on the table and found Dial Zhang Ming's mobile phone number.
"Beep beep——"
After about 7 seconds, the call was connected.
"Why did Mr. Chen call me so late? Is there anything important to discuss?" Zhang Ming's tone was sleepy.
It is now two o'clock in the morning, almost three o'clock, which is the time period of deep sleep. It would be false to say that I am not sleepy.
"Book a flight to Shanghai Magic City as soon as possible. I have something important to talk to you about." Chen Xing got straight to the point.
“What is it?”
Zhang Ming suddenly woke up.
Important things, it is not easy for Chen Xing to call them important!
"You should know about the brain-computer interface, right? I have a way to bind it to TikTok and let ByteDance completely whitewash it."
"Really?"
"Replacement guaranteed if fake."
"I'll book the tickets right away, wait for me!"
Zhang Ming lost his composure for a moment. The brain-computer interface was bound to TikTok. Although he I don’t know what method Chen Xing will use to bind, but he knows very well that once bound, TikTok’s so-called racial discrimination label will be forgotten.
The best way to whitewash is to help the weaker groups.
For example, after a celebrity actor has an accident, after they have settled for a period of time, they will choose to donate money to impoverished mountainous areas, and then hire trolls and marketing accounts to publish whitewashing remarks.
For example, after a male star's prostitution was exposed and he apologized for half a year, his first Weibo post was to donate to Hope Primary School and donate materials to left-behind elderly people. What followed closely was the maintenance of fans and trolls. Speeches, such as...
"He just made the same mistake as any man. Now he knows he was wrong and has done good deeds to correct it. What do you Internet trolls want from him?"
"The prodigal son has turned around and now he has actually done good deeds. You only troll people online, so be a keyboard warrior!"
"Nine out of ten men are prostitutes. Who has not made a mistake yet? , do you dare to guarantee that you will never make a mistake in your life?”
After this series of donations, star actors and actresses with bad records can be active on the screen again. This is the lowest level of whitewashing and the most impeccable public relations method.
After getting Zhang Ming's answer, Chen Xing responded calmly: "We will wait for you tomorrow, you can bring a lawyer over."
"No problem, Mr. Chen."
< br>Zhang Ming nodded slightly.
"Then hang up, let's talk back."
"Okay, let's talk back."
When the phone hung up, Zhang Ming was no longer sleepy, so he quickly opened the booking software and entered his destination.
If there was no such thing as racial discrimination, his TikTok would have been able to break even and become profitable in less than half a year.
It’s a pity that Jewish capital is too insidious and has hit TikTok’s seven inches.
……
A night without words makes time fly by.
Qian Qiu Liang, who stayed overnight at Jiang Ce's hospital bed, looked at the stable vital signs and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. The most likely time for rejection had passed.
The 6 hours, 12 hours and 24 hours after surgery are the times when patients are most likely to develop postoperative syndrome. Only after 24 hours can the crisis be considered safe.
"Zhizhichacha——"
In the early morning, outside the window of the inpatient department surrounded by trees, birds are singing, which also heralds the arrival of a new day.
Qian Qiuliang walked out of the ward and came to the nurse station to find the nurse on duty and said: "The patients in Ward 301 need intensive care. If there are any problems, please notify me immediately."
"Okay. Dean."
The nurse nodded in response.
After Qian Qiuliang left, the nurses at the nursing station also ushered in the handover. The nurse who was instructed also told the taking over nurse to focus on caring for the patients in Ward 301.
Ruijin Hospital is a top hospital in China. All vital sign equipment is connected to the Internet. If an abnormality occurs, the nurse station will be notified as soon as possible without the need for patients to shout.
Of course.
The hospital bed also has a one-touch call button.
Qian Qiuliang did not leave the hospital, but returned to his clinic.
Generally speaking, doctors’ clinics have cubicles for resting, but don’t think it’s too delicate. If you are a doctor, you can receive anywhere from dozens to hundreds of patients a day. Almost all of them are Without stopping, some doctors even go on stage to perform surgery after receiving consultations.
In recent years, in order to take care of doctors' health, hospitals across the country have successively introduced number restrictions.
Qian Qiuliang is a doctor who has to receive medical treatment and perform surgeries.
Of course. He also has a team of assistants.
But the medications and surgeries in the neurology department are too complicated. Even with a team of assistants, Qian Qiuliang doesn't trust them to practice medicine alone.
“Let’s get some sleep first.”
Qian Qiuliang lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.
Just a few seconds passed before he entered a deep sleep state.
I don’t know how much time passed, but his cell phone suddenly rang, and the cubicle in the clinic became extremely noisy. Qian Qiuliang suddenly opened his eyes and checked the time on his cell phone.
11:47.
"It's noon."
While muttering to himself, Qian Qiuliang glanced at the call note on his phone.
[Xiehe Wang Xiaoyong]
“Professor Wang’s call.”
Qian Qiuliang answered the call quickly, and before he could speak, the other party got straight to the point.
"Professor Qian, please come and be well. Our neurology medical team from Union Medical College has now arrived at the main entrance of Ruijin Hospital. I wonder if it is inconvenient for you to take us in. Let's see what the ALS patients you mentioned are... Brain-computer interface?”
“Of course it’s convenient.”
Qian Qiuliang answered immediately.
What do people live for?
Money, power, sex, fame!
With money, Qian Qiuliang could earn hundreds of thousands with just one flying knife.
He also has the right to stand at the top of Ruijin Hospital. He is one person below and above ten thousand people.
As for sex, he couldn’t move anymore.
Only name can he still pursue pursuit!
Looking around the world, who doesn’t want their name and appearance to be remembered forever?
When civil servants in ancient times dealt with this issue, they were willing to sacrifice their lives. For example, they risked their lives to remonstrate and carried coffins into court. The goal was to leave a name in history and be famous for generations. This is what civil servants can pursue. The highest honor is comparable to that of a military general.
"Then we are at the door..."
Before Wang Xiaoyong finished speaking, he looked at the bus that was slowly stopping, and a series of familiar faces made him blurt out: " Are people from West China Hospital here too?”
The medical circle is so big, and most of the top doctors have connections with each other.
Huaxi and Xiehe are the two top general hospitals in the Dragon Kingdom. They can compete with the King of Hell for people. The circles of doctors in the two hospitals are almost the same.
"Professor Wang, what a coincidence?" the leading man who got off the Huaxi bus said hello, and the two groups of people looked at each other.
Before they could chat in detail, another bus arrived at the main entrance of Ruijin Hospital, and aboard was a doctor from Xiangtan Hospital.
More and more doctors gathered, which forced security to come out to sort out the congestion.
"Those who want to see a doctor can go in directly and don't block the door." The security guard didn't know their identities and used a loudspeaker to evacuate.
Wang Xiaoyong looked at the crowded entrance, looked at the leaders of other hospitals and said: "Why don't you go in first, and delay other people's medical treatment at the entrance."
"Okay."
< br>"That's what I meant."
Three waves of people, a total of sixty or seventy people, walked towards the hospital.
However, this is far from over. Buses are arriving one after another. Doctors from hospitals with the highest number from almost all over the country are coming, wanting to see the brain-computer interface.
Not only doctors from Longguo, but also doctors from other countries, such as Japan and South Korea, are also going straight to Ruijin Hospital.
In addition, doctors from Europe and the United States are arriving, but they are still on the plane and it will take time before they land.
Afternoon time.
In Ward 301.
More than a dozen medical scholars surrounded Jiang Ce, carefully examining his body and the brain-computer interface implanted in his brain.
“The pulse is strong and the heart is powerful. This does not look like a patient with ALS at all, but more like an athlete who exercises all year round.”
“If it weren’t for this long-term diagnosis and treatment report, I would have It’s really hard to believe that this is actually the pulse of ALS. It’s incredible.”
“Dr. Qian, what did you just say? Oh, by the way, what I want to ask is, this brain machine. How does the interface complete the treatment of ALS? ”
After examination by the academicians, Jiang Ce’s body cannot be said to be healthy, but it can also be given a high standard of health.
“I can’t explain how to treat it, because the technology providers are Longxing Group and WuXi Group. We only performed implantation and cured one case of ALS.”
Qian Qiuliang did not show off, but threw the problem out.
"That's it." The academician who asked the question nodded slightly and exclaimed: "I didn't expect Longxing Group to be related to WuXi Group. It seems that this company's hands are not ordinary!"
"Yes. Ah."
Someone echoed and continued: "I thought it was involved in semiconductors and information communications, but I didn't expect it to be involved in medicine now."
"I heard about Longxing Group. Boss, what’s your name? It seems to be Chen Xing. Didn’t he say that he wanted to build a car? I didn’t expect that the car was still being tested. The brain machine gave us a shock.”
As people of the Dragon Kingdom, they naturally. Everyone has heard of Longxing Group.
Most of the mobile phones they use now are produced by Longxing Group. Some academicians who don’t know how to play with smartphones use phones other than Longxing.
"Dear old gentlemen." Jiang Ce, who was in the hospital bed, listened to the conversation and interrupted them: "Listen to what you guys think, am I fine?"
"Don't worry, okay. It’s here!”
Someone responded immediately.
The person who responded to him was none other than Zhang Yaohua, a medical scholar from West China.
As soon as he finished speaking, another academician responded: "Young man, your health is not serious. Your pulse is so strong, you can live to be 100 years old."
"Hey, I have a question." At this time, Zhang Yaohua reluctantly said He couldn't help but confirm again: "Little brother, do you really have ALS?"
"Huh——"
Jiang Ce breathed a sigh of relief, he could finally continue to live.
Facing the question, he answered truthfully: "Yes, I used to be treated in Hangzhou and in Shencheng for the past year. If you can't do it, I can give you the mobile phone number of the attending doctor."
“No need.”
Zhang Yaohua waved his hand.
With their connections, it would be easy to investigate Jiang Ce’s treatment history. They just wanted to hear Jiang Ce’s own admission.
After examination, doctors from Japan and South Korea also gave the results of recovery.
It is no exaggeration to say that Jiang Ce is a medical miracle now.
You must know that three days ago, ALS was still called a terminal illness. People who contracted this disease would suffer paralysis and atrophy of their limbs and lose the ability to move within a certain period of time. Then it would spread throughout the body, gradually becoming paralyzed, and their body functions would gradually deteriorate. Eventually the heart stops beating.
Because it looks so much like a frozen person, ALS got its name.
“This is simply a miracle.”
“It’s really cured.”
“It turns out this is a brain-computer interface.”
Countries are attracted by it. The doctors who came took pictures and were amazed. Their arrival proved the authenticity of the matter.
“Everyone.”
At this time, a greeting came from the door.
The doctors in the ward looked sideways at the three people who had just walked in. They were Chen Xing, Li Ge and Zhang Ming.
“Mr. Chen!”
Of course Wang Xiaoyong, Zhang Yaohua and others knew Chen Xing, and they quickly stepped forward to say hello.
"So you are Mr. Chen. You are indeed young and promising!"
"You are too young. I have looked at photos a hundred times. It is better to look up at your style offline once. Mr. Chen Hello, my name is Zhang Yaohua. This is my business card. "
"Mr. Chen, I am your fan. Look at my mobile phone, Longxing X1. This is proof of being an old fan, hahaha."
"Mr. Chen..."
Medical scholars greeted each other, and doctors from Japan, South Korea, and other countries also said hello in English.
After Chen Xing responded one by one, he looked at Qian Qiu Liang and said: "Dean Qian, how is my friend's condition?"
"The control is very good."
Qian Qiuliang responded quickly.
"When can I be discharged from the hospital?" Chen Xing asked again.
When he heard that he was going to be discharged from the hospital, Qian Qiuliang was a little hesitant. According to Jiang Ce's physical condition, he could be discharged from the hospital now, but he didn't want to miss this opportunity to become famous.
“Let’s rest for two days.”
After thinking for a moment, he replied.
Chen Xing nodded slightly and put the fruit he brought on the bedside table.
At this time, an academician could not help but ask: "Mr. Chen, what is the principle of your brain-computer interface, and how can it cure ALS?"
As soon as Chen finished speaking, The corner of Xing's mouth raised an imperceptible arc. He retreated in order to advance, waiting for these words.
“The principle is actually very simple. It is to insert electrode filaments into the cerebral cortex, read neuron control information, convert it into computer language, and artificially intervene in the central nervous system.”
Just finished. , Chen Xing added: "To put it simply, it is equivalent to the electronic power assist of a car steering wheel, allowing the driver to control the car with the minimum effort."
"Can it also cure other diseases? ?”
Someone asked.
Chen Xing glanced at him and replied: "Perhaps we can try all neurological-related diseases, and we will try our best to develop them."
"I see."
The academicians nodded slightly, A little knowledge.
They did not continue to ask questions because it was a commercial secret, and there were foreign doctors present.
Although the principle cannot be questioned anymore, the price can continue to be questioned.
Wang Xiaoyong from Xiehe stepped forward boldly, looked at Chen Xing and said: "Mr. Chen, the price of your brain-computer interface is..."
"The price." Chen Xing thought for a while, He glanced at Li Ge and said: "I discussed it with Mr. Li this morning, and the initial price is 1 million."
"Of course."
"This is the initial price, after all, OEM The production capacity on the other side of the line has not kept up, and the price will definitely be gradually reduced in the future. "
The 1 million quotation surprised the academicians. This is not a price that ordinary people can consume, and only the rich can implant it.
"But!"
Suddenly, Chen Xing changed the subject, looked at Zhang Ming beside him and said: "Mr. Zhang from ByteDance came over overnight and told me that he was willing to contribute part of the money for charity, and the actual price will be lower. A lot."
"Yes."
Zhang Ming thought of what Chen Xing said to him at noon, and said with a painful expression: "A close friend of mine died of ALS. Now that there is a cure, I am willing to invest on behalf of ByteDance to help these patients get rid of their pain." (End of Chapter)