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Four Seasons Hotel.

In the VIP box.

The deans of various hospitals in Shanghai have tasted the fruits of their own labor. No one expected that Chen Xing could drink so much.

Some of them were lying on the ground, snoring, while others rested their foreheads on their arms on the table, their ears red to their necks, and they could barely maintain their posture.

If someone pushed the door open at this time, they would definitely be shocked.

You have to know that these drunkards are not ordinary people, but masters of the medical field. This kind of embarrassing situation is rare in a century.

"Drink... Dean Wang, drink..." Li Ge lay on the table, muttering non-stop.

And his general who blocked the drinking, Wang Youpeng, the chief of biotechnology research and development of WuXi Group, was snoring under the table at this moment, and his whole face was red like a monkey's butt.

"You can't drink it, I have to wipe your butt." Chen Xing shook his head at the people who were staggering in the box, then he stood up and walked towards the door of the box.

Because Li Ge and Wang Youpeng stopped him from drinking, Chen Xing didn't drink too much, only about 20 cups, not as intense as during the Chinese New Year. He could even march in step now.

As soon as he opened the door of the private room, the hotel manager who had been standing at the door for several hours came up and asked, "Is the food good enough for Mr. Chen?"

While speaking, he glanced inside the private room, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Dean Wu Yaoming!"

"Why did he sleep under the table?"

"Is this still the Dean Wu who is known as the heart master?"

In his mind, Wu Yaoming was a fairy-like existence, a fairy-like existence, a famous medical master in the Magic City and even the whole country. It takes at least three years to book an operation, and it is not certain that an appointment can be made.

While the hotel manager was shocked, he looked back at Chen Xing.

"It tastes good. You've seen the scene in the box. Arrange some people to send them to the suite to rest."

"By the way."

As soon as Chen Xing finished speaking, he casually took out a bank card and said, "This card is used to open the presidential suite on the top floor and to pay for meals. You can return the card to me when breakfast is delivered tomorrow."

"Okay, Mr. Chen." The hotel manager took the bank card and followed the hotel's rules.

Although he really wanted to waive the fees for Chen Xing, Li Ge and others to gain personal popularity, he also had the authority to do so, but sometimes he really couldn't waive the bill on his own initiative, because the effect would often be counterproductive.

The higher the class status and the more wealth accumulated by the people, the more they feared not being borrowed money, but owing inexplicable favors, and then the other party didn't mention how to pay it back, and waited to use it at a critical moment.

If you help without thinking, there may be risks.

If you don't help, you will be known as ungrateful.

Just like the former "Zhen Gongfu", from a small dessert shop to a chain store that is popular all over the country, the relatives of several partners quickly entered all the profit links of Zhen Gongfu like parasites, and finally there was infighting, corruption, and all links began to fall into decline, losing brand competitiveness.

This is why not owing favors to others and curbing relatives have always been the top priority of company bosses, because family-infiltrated companies are often accompanied by high levels of corruption.

After the other party took the bank card, Chen Xing looked back at the people in the box, then retracted his gaze and warned: "Call a few more people, don't bump them."

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen, we have a special transport stretcher, and we guarantee that there will be no problems." The hotel manager responded.

As the top hotel in Shanghai, the Four Seasons Hotel has a complete range of equipment. Even if the guests who have not booked a room are drunk, there are corresponding cheap rooms to provide rest.

It's not like some unscrupulous restaurants, where drunk guests are thrown directly to the roadside and left to fend for themselves.

"That's good."

Chen Xing nodded slightly without stopping.

"Mr. Chen, take care." After watching Chen Xing leave, the hotel manager took out the intercom on his waist and shouted: "Box 1, Box 1, Box 1, 10 people come to Box 1, bring a transport stretcher, an important guest is drunk."

"Received."

The intercom responded.

"Front desk, front desk."

The hotel manager continued to call.

Front desk: "Manager here."

"How many presidential suites are there on the top floor? Are they enough for about 16 people?"

"There are 9 more, enough."

"Okay, open 8 suites." The hotel manager just finished speaking, thought about it, and replied: "Open them all, so as not to disturb their rest, and remember the information to Mr. Chen."

"Okay."

The front desk made a lot of operations.

After a while.

Hotel employees arrived one after another, carrying medical-grade stretchers and carts that could lie flat, and transported the drunk deans one by one to the top floor of the hotel.

…

In the Spring Suite of the Four Seasons Hotel, Chen Xing was washing off the smell of alcohol on his body. His tense nerves over the past few days could finally relax.

Jiang Ce was his right-hand man. If something really happened, it would be a huge loss for Longxing Group.

Fortunately.

The implantation went smoothly.

"According to the degree of drunkenness of Li Ge and the others, it is estimated that they will not wake up until noon tomorrow. Maybe we can call Zhang Ming over first."

Chen Xing muttered to himself.

Brain-computer interface is a big trend, and it is a big trend that concerns human life.

At present, TikTok's international reputation has been damaged. It has been labeled as discriminatory by Jewish capital, and people have marched from time to time to demand a ban.

How to whitewash TikTok has become the primary problem 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 ALS was cured, Chen Xing also thought of a way to break the situation, that is, magic bombardment.

What is magic bombardment?

Don’t Europe and the United States care about human rights?

If TikTok can reach a certain cooperation with the brain-computer interface, and then open up a channel for promoting rare diseases, will the European and American people still boycott it?

If they still boycott?

Well, you discriminate against patients with rare diseases!

If they don’t boycott, then they can tear off the label of racial discrimination smoothly. After the indoctrination of information, the people will completely forget it, and this situation will be completely broken.

"Let's do it this way."

Thinking of this, Chen Xing turned off the shower.

After wiping the water droplets on his body with a bath towel, he picked up another white bath towel, draped it over 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 Zhang Ming's mobile phone number and called it.

"Beep beep--"

After about 7 seconds, the call was connected.

"Why did Mr. Chen call me so late? Is there something important to discuss?" Zhang Ming said with a hint of sleepiness.

It was already two o'clock in the morning, close to three o'clock, which was a period of deep sleep. It would be a lie to say that he was not sleepy.

"Book a flight to Shanghai, the sooner the better. I have something important to discuss with you." Chen Xing got straight to the point.

"What is it?"

Zhang Ming woke up instantly.

Important things, it's not easy to be called important by Chen Xing!

"You should know about the brain-computer interface. I have a way to bind it to TikTok and completely whitewash ByteDance."

"Really?"

"It's the truth."

"I'll book a ticket right away, wait for me!"

Zhang Ming was instantly upset. The brain-computer interface was bound to TikTok. Although he didn't know how Chen Xing would bind it, he knew very well that once it was bound, TikTok's so-called racial discrimination label would be forgotten.

The best way to whitewash is to help the weaker groups.

After celebrities and actors get into trouble, they will choose to donate to poor mountainous areas after a period of silence, and then hire trolls and marketing accounts to publish whitewashing statements.

For example, a male star was exposed for soliciting prostitution. After apologizing and keeping silent for half a year, the first Weibo he published was to donate to Hope Primary School and materials to left-behind elderly people. Followed by the defense statements of fans and trolls, such as...

"He just made a mistake that all men would make. Now he knows he was wrong and has done good deeds to correct it. What do you network trolls want from him?"

"He has turned back and is now doing good deeds. You only know how to troll people online. Be a keyboard warrior!"

"Nine out of ten men prostitute. Who hasn't made a mistake yet? How dare you guarantee that you won't make a mistake in your life?"

After this series of donations to whitewash, the bad celebrities and actors 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 replied calmly: "We'll wait for you tomorrow, you can bring a lawyer."

"No problem, Mr. Chen."

Zhang Ming nodded slightly.

"Then hang up, talk later."

"Okay, talk later."

When the phone was hung up, Zhang Ming was already sleepless, and quickly opened the ticket booking software and entered his destination.

If there were no racial discrimination, his TikTok would have been able to break even and make a profit in less than half a year.

It's a pity that Jewish capital is too insidious and hit TikTok's weak spot.

...

No words all night, time flies.

Qian Qiuliang, who had been guarding Jiang Ce's bed for a night, looked at the stable vital signs and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The time when rejection was most likely to occur had passed.

Six 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 they be considered to have safely passed the crisis.

"Chirp--"

In the early morning, outside the window of the inpatient department surrounded by trees, birds were singing, which also heralded the arrival of a new day.

Qian Qiuliang walked out of the ward, went to the nurse station and found the nurse on duty and said: "The patients in ward 301 need special care. If there is any problem, notify me immediately."

"Okay, Dean."

The nurse nodded in response.

After Qian Qiuliang left, the nurses at the nurse station also ushered in the handover. The nurses who were instructed also told the nurses who took over to focus on the patients in ward 301.

As the top hospital in China, Ruijin Hospital has all vital signs equipment connected to the Internet. If there is an abnormality, the nurse station will be notified as soon as possible, without the patient shouting.

Of course.

The bed also has a one-touch call button.

Qian Qiuliang did not leave the hospital, but returned to his own clinic.

Generally speaking, doctors' clinics have compartments for rest, but don't think it's precious. If you are a doctor who is seeing patients, you will see dozens of patients a day, as many as hundreds, and almost never stop. Some doctors even have to go on stage to perform surgery after seeing patients.

In recent years, in order to take care of the health of doctors, hospitals across the country have gradually introduced quota restrictions.

Qian Qiuliang is a doctor who needs to see patients and perform surgery.

Of course.

He also has an assistant team.

But the medication and surgery in the neurology department are too complicated. Even with an assistant team, Qian Qiuliang is not confident that they can practice medicine alone.

"Let's take a nap first."

Qian Qiuliang lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Just a few seconds later, he fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it has been, his cell phone rings suddenly, and the cubicle in the clinic becomes particularly noisy. Qian Qiuliang suddenly opens his eyes and checks the time on his phone.

11:47.

"It's noon."

Qian Qiuliang muttered to himself while glancing at the caller notes on his phone.

[Wang Xiaoyong from Union Hospital]

"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, how are you? Our Union Hospital's neurology medical team has now arrived at the main entrance of Ruijin Hospital. I wonder if it would be convenient for you to take us in to see the ALS patients and brain-computer interfaces you mentioned?"

"Of course it's convenient."

Qian Qiuliang answered immediately.

What is the purpose of life?

Money, power, sex, and fame!

Qian Qiuliang has money. He can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars with just one flying knife.

He also has power. He is not at the top of Ruijin Hospital, but he is also above everyone else.

As for sex, he can’t afford it.

He can only pursue fame!

Looking at the world, who doesn’t want his name and appearance to be passed down through the ages?

In ancient times, civil officials were willing to sacrifice their lives for this issue. For example, they risked their lives to make suggestions and carried coffins to the court. They wanted to leave their names in history and be famous for generations. This is also the highest honor that civil officials can pursue, comparable to the military generals’ Fenglangjuxu.

“Then we’ll be at the door…”

Before Wang Xiaoyong finished speaking, he looked at the bus that was slowly stopping. The familiar faces made him blurt out: “Are people from West China Hospital here too?”

The medical circle is so small that top doctors basically have connections with each other.

Huaxi and Xiehe are the two top comprehensive hospitals in Longguo. They can compete with the devil for people, and the doctor circles of the two hospitals are almost the same.

"Professor Wang, what a coincidence?" The leading man who got off the Huaxi bus greeted him, and the two groups looked at each other.

Before they could talk in detail, another bus arrived at the main entrance of Ruijin Hospital, and doctors from Xiangtan Hospital got off.

More and more doctors gathered, which forced the security guards to come out to sort out the congestion.

"Those who want to see a doctor, go in directly, don't block the entrance." The security guards didn't know their identities and evacuated them with a loudspeaker.

Wang Xiaoyong looked at the crowded entrance and looked at the leaders of other hospitals and said, "Why don't you go in first? You'll delay other people's medical treatment at the entrance."

"Okay."

"That's what I meant."

Three groups of people, a total of sixty or seventy people, walked into the hospital.

However, this is far from over. Buses arrived one after another, and almost all the doctors from hospitals across the country who were well-known came to see the brain-computer interface.

Not only doctors from Longguo, but also doctors from other countries, such as Japan and South Korea, are rushing to Ruijin Hospital.

In addition, doctors from Europe and the United States are rushing, but they are still on the plane and it will take time before they land.

In the afternoon.

In Ward 301.

More than a dozen medical academicians surrounded Jiang Ce, carefully examining his body and the brain-computer interface implanted in his brain.

"Strong pulse and strong heart, this doesn't look like an ALS patient at all, more like an athlete who exercises all year round."

"If it weren't for this long-term diagnosis and treatment report, I really couldn't believe that this was the pulse of ALS, it's incredible."

"Doctor Qian, what did you say just now? Oh, by the way, what I want to ask is, how does this brain-computer interface complete the treatment of ALS?"

After the examination of the academicians, Jiang Ce's body cannot be said to be healthy, but the standard of health can be given.

"I can't explain how to treat it clearly, because the technology provider is Longxing Group and WuXi Group. We just implanted it and cured a case of ALS."

Qian Qiuliang didn't show off, but threw the question out.

"I see." The academician who asked the question nodded slightly and exclaimed: "I didn't expect that Longxing Group is also related to WuXi Group. It seems that this company has a long hand!"

"Yes."

Someone echoed and continued: "I thought it was engaged in semiconductors and information communications, but I didn't expect it to be involved in medicine now."

"I heard that the president of Longxing Group, what's his name, it seems to be Chen Xing, didn't he say he wanted to build a car? I didn't expect that the car is still being tested, but the brain-computer gave us a shock."

As the people of Longguo, they have naturally 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 use smart phones don't use Longxing mobile phones.

"Dear old gentlemen." Jiang Ce, who was on the bed, listened to the conversation and interrupted them: "From what you said, am I okay?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine!"

Someone responded immediately.

The one who responded to him was none other than Zhang Yaohua, a medical academician of West China.

As soon as he finished speaking, another academician responded: "Young man, there is nothing wrong with your body. With such a strong pulse, you can live to 100 years old."

"Hey, I have a question." At this time, Zhang Yaohua couldn't help but confirm again: "Young man, do you really have ALS?"

"Hu——"

Jiang Ce breathed a sigh of relief. He could finally continue to live.

When questioned, he answered truthfully: "Yes, I was treated in Hangcheng before 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."

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 resembles a frozen person, ALS got its name.

"This is nothing short of miraculous."

"It's really healing."

"It turns out this is a brain-computer interface."

Doctors from all over the world came here to take photos and marvel. 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 young and promising!"

"You are too young. I have looked at photos a hundred times. It is better to look up at my style offline once. Hello, Mr. Chen. 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 that I am an old fan, hahaha."

"Mr. Chen..."

Medical academicians 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 Qiuliang and said, "Dean Qian, how is my friend's condition?"

"Very well controlled."

Qian Qiuliang responded quickly.

"When can I be discharged from the hospital?" Chen Xing asked again.

Qian Qiuliang was a little hesitant when he heard that he was going to be discharged from the hospital. According to Jiang Ce's physical condition, he could be discharged 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 answered.

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 he finished speaking, the corner of Chen Xing's mouth raised an imperceptible arc. He retreated in order to advance. This was what he was waiting for.

"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 after finishing speaking, 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 that 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, half-understood.

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..."

"What about the price?" Chen Xing thought for a moment, glanced at Li Ge and said, "I discussed it with Mr. Li this morning. The initial price is 1 million."

"Of course."

"This is the initial pricing. After all, the production capacity of the foundry line has not yet caught up. Prices will definitely be gradually reduced in the future."

The price of 1 million surprised the academicians. This is not a price that ordinary people can consume. 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 much lower."

"right."

Zhang Ming thought of what Chen Xing had 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 also willing to contribute money to help these patients on behalf of ByteDance." Get out of the pain." (End of chapter)