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Four Seasons Hotel.

In the VIP box.

The directors of various hospitals in Shanghai have all 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 loudly, while others had their foreheads resting on their arms on the table, their ears red all the way to their necks, but they were barely able to maintain their posture.

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

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

“Drink... Dean Wang, drink...” Li Ge lay on the table, muttering to himself.

His best friend who could stop him from drinking, Wang Youpeng, chief of biotechnology research and development at WuXi Group, was snoring under the table, his face as red as a monkey's butt.

"You can't just force yourself to drink, or I'll have to clean up the mess." Chen Xing shook his head as he looked at the people staggering in the box, then he stood up and walked towards the door of the box.

Since Li Ge and Wang Youpeng stopped him from drinking, Chen Xing didn't drink too much, only about twenty glasses, which was not as intense as during the Chinese New Year. Now he could even march in step.

As soon as the door of the private room was opened, the hotel manager who had been standing at the door for several hours came over and asked, "Mr. Chen, is the food tasty?"

As he spoke, he glanced inside the box, 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 man of immortal appearance and god-like appearance. He was a well-known medical expert in Shanghai and even in the whole country. It would take at least three years to book an operation for him, and it was not certain that he could get one.

The hotel manager was shocked and looked at Chen Xing again.

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

"correct."

Chen Xing just finished speaking, and then he casually took out a bank card and said, "I'll use this card to pay for the presidential suite on the top floor and the meal. You can return the card to me when you deliver breakfast tomorrow."

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

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

The higher the class status and the more wealth people have accumulated, the more they fear the most, not being asked to borrow money, but being owed inexplicable favors, and then having the other party not mention how to repay them, but waiting to use them at the critical moment.

If you help without thinking, it may be risky.

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

Just like the former "Zhen Gongfu", which grew from a small dessert shop to a popular chain store across the country, the relatives of several partners quickly entered into every profit-making link of Zhen Gongfu like parasites. Eventually, internal strife and corruption occurred, and every link began to fall into decline, losing its brand competitiveness.

This is also why not owing favors to others and curbing relatives have always been the top priority for company bosses, because family-infiltrated businesses 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 into them."

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

As the top hotel in Shanghai, the Four Seasons Hotel is fully equipped with various facilities. Even if the guests who have not booked a room get drunk, there are corresponding cheap rooms for them to rest.

We are not like some unscrupulous restaurants that simply throw drunk customers to the roadside and leave them 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 from his waist and shouted, "Box 1, Box 1, Box 1, 10 people, bring a stretcher, there is an important guest who is drunk."

"receive."

A response came over the intercom.

"Front desk, front desk."

The hotel manager continued to call.

Receptionist: "The manager is here."

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

"There are still 9 rooms left, enough."

"Okay, open eight suites." The hotel manager just finished speaking, thought for a moment, and replied, "Open them all, so as not to disturb their rest. Remember to keep the information for Mr. Chen."

"Ok."

The front desk was busy with some operations.

Not a moment.

Hotel staff arrived one after another, carrying medical-grade stretchers and flat-bed carts, and carried the drunken deans to the top floor of the hotel one by one.

……

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

Jiang Ce is his right-hand man. If something really happens to him, it will be a huge loss for Longxing Group.

fortunately.

The implantation went smoothly.

"Based on how drunk Li Ge and the others are, they probably won't wake up until tomorrow noon. 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 that concerns human life.

Currently, TikTok’s international reputation has been damaged. It has been labeled as discriminatory by Jewish capital, and 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 for publicity and to act as a mouthpiece for the world, and ByteDance also needs TikTok to further expand its profit margins. 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 out of the impasse, which was magic bombardment.

What is magic duel?

Don’t Europe and the United States care about human rights?
If TikTok can reach some kind of cooperation with the brain-computer interface and then take advantage of the opportunity to open up a channel to promote and support rare diseases, will the people of Europe and the United States still resist?

What if you still boycott?
Well, you discriminate against patients with rare diseases!

If there is no boycott, the label of racial discrimination will be easily torn off. After being instilled with information, the people will completely forget about it, and the situation will be completely resolved.

"Let's do it this way."

Thinking of this, Chen Xing turned off the shower.

After wiping the water off 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, found Zhang Ming's mobile number and called him.

"Dududu-"

About 7 seconds later, the call was connected.

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

It is now two o'clock in the morning, almost three o'clock, which is the period of deep sleep. It would be a lie to say that I am not sleepy.

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

"What is it?"

Zhang Ming woke up instantly.

Important things, it’s not easy for Chen Xing to call them important things!

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

"Really?"

"Replacement guaranteed."

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

Zhang Ming instantly lost his composure. 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 labels would be forgotten.

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

For example, when celebrities or actors get into trouble, after a while of calming down, they will choose to donate money to poor mountainous areas, and then hire internet 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 posted was about donating to Hope Primary Schools and materials for left-behind elderly people. Followed by the comments of fans and netizens defending him, for example...

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

"He has turned over a new leaf and is now actually doing good deeds, and all you can do is troll him online. Be a keyboard warrior!"

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

After this series of donations to whitewash their reputations, the bad stars and actors can once again be active on the screen. This is the lowest level of whitewashing and also 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 with you."

"No problem, Mr. Chen."

Zhang Ming nodded slightly.

"Then hang up, talk later."

"Well, let's talk back."

When the phone call was hung up, Zhang Ming was no longer sleepy. He quickly opened the ticket booking software and entered his destination.

If there were no racial discrimination, his TikTok would have already broken even and would be profitable in less than half a year.

Unfortunately, Jewish capital is too insidious and has hit TikTok right where it hurts.

……

The night passed in silence and time flew by.

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

Within 6 hours, 12 hours and 24 hours after surgery, patients are most likely to develop postoperative syndrome. Only after 24 hours can they be considered to have safely survived the crisis.

“Squeak, chirp—”

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

Qian Qiuliang walked out of the ward, came to the nurse station, 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 nurses station also welcomed the handover. The nurses who were instructed also told the nurses who took over to focus on taking care of the patients in Ward 301.

As one of the top hospitals in China, all vital signs equipment at Ruijin Hospital is connected to the Internet. If any abnormality occurs, the nurse station will be notified immediately without the patient having to call out.

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' offices have cubicles provided for rest. Don't feel spoiled. If you are a doctor who sees patients, they may see dozens or even hundreds of patients a day, and they almost never stop. Some doctors even have to perform surgery after seeing patients.

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

Qian Qiuliang is the type of doctor who not only sees patients but also performs surgery.

Of course, he also has a team of assistants.

However, the medications and surgeries in neurology are too complicated. Even with a team of assistants, Qian Qiuliang is not confident that they can practice medicine alone.

"Let's get some sleep first."

Qian Qiuliang lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

Just a few seconds passed before he fell into a deep sleep.

An unknown amount of time had passed when his cell phone suddenly rang. The cubicle in the clinic became exceptionally noisy. Qian Qiuliang suddenly opened his eyes and checked the time on his cell phone.

11 points.

"It's noon."

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

【Xiehe Wang Xiaoyong】

"Professor Wang's phone call."

Qian Qiuliang quickly answered the call, and before he could say anything, the other party got straight to the point.

"Professor Qian, how are you? Our neurology medical team from Union Hospital has 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 responded immediately.

People live for what?
Money, power, sex, and fame!

As long as Qian Qiuliang has money, he can earn hundreds of thousands with just one flying knife.

He also has power. Although he is not at the top of Ruijin Hospital, he is second only to the first person and above everyone else.

As for sex, he couldn't afford to bother with it anymore.

Only fame can he still pursue!
Looking around the world, who doesn’t want his or her 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 would risk their lives to make suggestions and carry coffins to the court, all for the sake of leaving their names in history and being famous for generations. This was also the highest honor that a civil official could pursue, comparable to the title of Fenglangjuxu for a military general.

"Then we're at the door..."

Before Wang Xiaoyong finished speaking, he looked at the bus that was slowly stopping. Seeing 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.

West China Hospital and Union Medical College Hospital are the two top comprehensive hospitals in Longguo. They can even compete with the God of Hell for patients, 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 of people 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, forcing security to come out to sort out the congestion.

"Those seeking medical treatment please come in directly, don't block the door." The security guard didn't know their identities and evacuated them with a loudspeaker.

Wang Xiaoyong looked at the crowded entrance, then looked at the team leaders from other hospitals and said, "Why don't you go in first? You won't be wasting time at the entrance and delay other people from seeing the doctor."

"Row."

"Right on my mind."

Three waves of people, totaling sixty to seventy people, walked into the hospital.

However, this is far from over. Buses have arrived one after another, and doctors from hospitals across the country who can get their numbers have come to see the brain-computer interface.

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

In addition, doctors from Europe and the United States are on the way, but they are still on the plane and it will take some time for them to land.

In the afternoon.

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 doesn't look like an ALS patient at all. It looks more like an athlete who has been exercising all year round."

"If it weren't for this long-term diagnosis and treatment report, I would really find it hard to believe that this is 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 treat ALS?"

After examination by academicians, Jiang Ce's health cannot be said to be healthy, but the standard of low 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 did the implant and cured a case of ALS."

Qian Qiuliang did not show off his ability, but threw the problem away.

“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 extraordinary reach!”

"Yes."

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

"I heard that the CEO of Longxing Group, what's his name? I think it's Chen Xing. Didn't he say he wanted to build a car? I didn't expect the car is still in testing. The brain-computer interface gave us a shock."

As citizens of Long Country, they have naturally heard of Longxing Group.

Most of the mobile phones they use now are produced by Longxing Group. Only some academicians who do not know how to use smartphones use Longxing phones.

"Dear old gentlemen." Jiang Ce, who was lying on the sickbed, was listening to the conversation and interrupted them, saying, "From what you said, am I okay?"

"Don't worry, it's fine!"

Someone responded immediately.

The one who responded to him was none other than Zhang Yaohua, an academician of West China Medical School.

As soon as he finished speaking, another academician responded: "Young man, there is nothing wrong with your health. 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: "Little brother, do you really have ALS?"

"call--"

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

When questioned, he answered truthfully: "Yes, I was treated in Hangzhou before, and in Shenzhen for the past year. If you can't help me, I can give you the attending doctor's mobile phone number."

"no need."

Zhang Yaohua waved his hand.

With their connections, it would be easy to investigate Jiang Ce's medical history. They asked this just because they wanted to hear Jiang Ce admit it himself.

After examination, doctors from Japan and South Korea also gave a result of recovery.

It is no exaggeration to say that Jiang Ce is now a medical miracle.

You should know that three days ago, ALS was still called a terminal illness. People with this disease will suffer from paralysis and atrophy of their limbs and lose the ability to move within a certain period of time. Then the disease will spread throughout the body, gradually causing paralysis, and the body functions will degenerate little by little, and eventually the heart will stop beating.

ALS got its name because it looks like a person being frozen.

“It’s a miracle.”

“It really healed me.”

“So this is the brain-computer interface.”

Doctors from various countries came here to take photos and exclaimed in amazement. Their arrival proved the authenticity of the matter.

"Everyone."

At this time, there was a greeting at the door.

The doctors in the ward all looked sideways at the three people who had just walked in. They were Chen Xing, Li Ge and Zhang Ming.

"Mr. Chen!"

Wang Xiaoyong, Zhang Yaohua and others of course knew Chen Xing, and hurried forward to greet him.

"So you are Mr. Chen. You are indeed a young and promising young man!"

"You are too young. It is better to admire your style offline once than to look at your photo a hundred times. Hello, Mr. Chen. My name is Zhang Yaohua. This is my business card."

"Mr. Chen, I am your fan. Look at my phone, it's Longxing X1. This is proof that I am a long-time fan, hahahaha."

"Mr. Chen..."

Medical scholars greeted us one by one, and doctors from Japan, South Korea, and other countries who came here also greeted us in English.

After Chen Xing responded one by one, he looked at Qian Qiuliang and said, "Dean Qian, how is my friend's condition?"

“It’s very well controlled.”

Qian Qiuliang responded quickly.

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

When he heard that he was going to be discharged from the hospital, Qian Qiuliang hesitated. According to Jiang Ce's physical condition, he could be discharged now, but he didn't want to miss this opportunity to become famous.

"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 couldn't 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 corners of Chen Xing's mouth raised up an imperceptible arc. He was retreating to advance, just waiting for this sentence.

"The principle is actually very simple. It is to insert electrode filaments into the cerebral cortex, read the neuron control information, convert it into computer language, and artificially intervene in the central nervous system."

Just after he finished speaking, Chen Xing added: "To put it simply, it is equivalent to the electronic power steering of a car, allowing the driver to control the car with minimal effort."

“Can it cure other diseases?”

Someone asked.

Chen Xing glanced at him and replied, "We may try all neurological diseases, and we will try our best to develop them."

"I see."

The academicians nodded slightly, only half understanding the idea.

They did not ask further questions because it was a trade secret and there were foreign doctors present.

Although the principle cannot be questioned anymore, the price can still be questioned.

Wang Xiaoyong from Union Medical College stepped forward boldly, looked at Chen Xing and said, "Mr. Chen, what is the price of your brain-computer interface..."

"As for the price." Chen Xing thought for a moment, glanced at Li Ge and said, "I discussed this with Mr. Li this morning, and the initial price is 100 million."

"Of course."

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

The 100 million yuan offer surprised the academicians. This was a price that ordinary people could not afford. Only the powerful and wealthy could have it implanted.

"but!"

Suddenly, Chen Xing changed the subject and looked at Zhang Ming beside him and said, "Mr. Zhang from ByteDance came to me overnight and told me that he is willing to donate part of the funds for charity, and the actual price will be much lower."

"Correct."

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 willing to represent ByteDance and invest to help these patients get out of their pain." (End of this chapter)