A doctor who travels through two eras

Lin Sanqi understood Section Chief Song's well-intentioned reminder, because he had actually been skirting the rules this time.

If you're making a purely agricultural version or an entertainment-oriented all-terrain vehicle, nobody can say no.

But if you're playing the military version, then we can talk about that, because neither Daisy Company, which produces it, nor Lingnan Hall Company, which sells it, has the relevant qualifications for the production and sale of weapons.

In other words, Lingnan Hall's previous cooperation with the military was so remarkable that it brought huge benefits to the military, so in the end no one touched Lingnan Hall.

As I said before, a country is controlled by different people. Some are open-minded and easygoing, while others are petty and calculating, and the consequences of their actions are quite different.

The fact that Section Chief Song had to step in shows that someone is in a hurry.

Lin Sanqi wasn't a fool who would make enemies for no reason; he was determined to see Long Aotian through to the end.

He's a businessman, and businessmen believe in making money through harmony, not in creating conflict and getting both sides angry. In the end, it's Lin Sanqi who suffers.

in the country, no one can compete with state-owned enterprises, especially when their parent company is a central state-owned enterprise.

Lin Sanqi tapped the table as he pondered, deciding that he should be firm yet flexible.

To paraphrase a great man, we must fight one group and win over another, ultimately dividing the enemy.

"Brother Song, here's the thing, I also have a procurement plan for 10,000 drones, the requirements are small drones and medium-sized drones."

As for why large drones are not recommended, it's because in the 1960s, China did not have satellites to provide navigation support, so they were not very useful.

Section Chief Song's eyes lit up, and he glanced at Lin Sanqi with a hint of satisfaction, very pleased with his cooperative attitude.

He was actually scared too, afraid that Lin Sanqi was young and rich and couldn't stand the slightest humiliation, and that he might end up falling out with some organizations.

Then they beat up the younger one, and an older one came out, which caused a lot of trouble.

Sometimes, military industrial enterprises, or state-owned enterprises, have such an overbearing work style, and they also have the power to make decisions.

"Ten thousand drones? Okay, this time I'll personally act as the go-between, haha. By the way, what are your requirements?"

Lin Sanqi certainly had her demands; she absolutely couldn't be taken advantage of like a fat pig:

"I have two requirements. One is that I need to do something to the drone, cough cough, not a purely civilian version."

Section Chief Song nodded:

"Understood. You still want the military version. Since you're exporting it, this is no problem. Leave it to me."

Military and civilian versions of drones differ greatly, not only in performance but also in certain special devices, as the military version is equipped with many weapons.

"The second requirement is that the price is about the same. Did you really think I didn't know I was ripped off when I bought your fighter jet last time? It was mainly Chairman Huang Jinpeng of Xi'an Aircraft Industry Group who impressed me."

He said that every penny I paid would be invested in the research and development of new aircraft, so that we could have the most advanced weapons to protect our country and prevent it from being bullied by foreign powers.

I thought that made sense, which is why I readily agreed to the price without haggling. Now it seems there have been some side effects; for example, I'm getting reported by some people for buying a toy car.

Sigh, it's so hard to be rich. My happiest time was after I graduated, when I helped my mom sell rice. I could earn 10 yuan per bag. Back then, I was truly financially independent and didn't have to worry about money. How wonderful!

Section Chief Song made a vomiting gesture and said disdainfully:

"Alright, alright, stop pretending in front of me. Damn it, you have so much money, it makes me envious. You still have almost 600 billion in your bank account. Just the interest alone must be so much in a year. The rich get richer and richer."

Lin Sanqi suddenly remembered, "Oh right, there's also the matter of interest."

The principal was gone, but the interest was his personal bonus and couldn't be included in the calculation. So he quickly texted his girlfriend, asking her to transfer the interest out of his pocket.

After finishing their business, the two began to chat casually, at which point Yin Lianyi personally brought over some fruit.

Section Chief Song suddenly became a bit gossipy and said:
"Hey, did you know that Jin Chuanyou, chairman of Nanhai Real Estate, suddenly passed away abroad last night?"

Lin Sanqi and Yin Lianyi were both stunned. Nanhai Real Estate was one of the top real estate companies in the country, with assets worth trillions of yuan.

If Lin Sanqi can only be called "Lin Baiyi" (meaning "Lin with a hundred billion"), then Jin Chuanyou can definitely be called "Jin Wanyi" (meaning "Jin with a trillion").

Putting aside everything else, Chairman Kim owes more than 2 trillion yuan to banks and suppliers alone.

When someone reaches the level of Kim Chuan-woo, where almost every bank and supplier is begging him not to die, how could he suddenly pass away?

Everyone has a gossipy nature, so Lin Sanqi and Yin Lianyi sat closer together, ready to hear the inside story of this mysterious Section Chief Song:

Lin Sanqi lowered his voice and asked:
"Could he have been assassinated? They don't dare to act domestically, but if he goes abroad, he'll cause chaos." Two TV dramas had already appeared in Yin Lianyi's mind. One was a family drama where the children of a wealthy family killed their own fathers in order to seize the family fortune.

The other one is a business drama where, in order to seize market share from competitors, they resort to any means necessary, hiring assassins to kill Boss Jin.

Section Chief Song looked at the young couple with some confusion and said speechlessly:

“You guys are really overthinking things. According to the information we have, Kim Chuan-woo probably died of an acute myocardial infarction. He was traveling in Africa and was on a boat on the Nile River. By the time he was rushed to a hospital in Cairo, it was too late to save him.”

"Oh~~~"

Upon hearing that he hadn't died from murder, Lin Sanqi and Yin Lianyi lost much of their interest.

"What about the Nanhai Group? This real estate company has properties all over the country. If these projects are abandoned, it will be an atomic bomb."

Section Chief Song also smiled wryly:
"Yes, this matter is still being kept secret. If it were to be exposed, it would be a major upheaval. Jin Chuanyou has three children and two illegitimate children outside of marriage. He also did not leave a will. I'm afraid the Nanhai Group is going to be in chaos for a while."

"Oh, there are two illegitimate children?"

Women are particularly interested in this kind of news, and then they start asking for details.

Lin Sanqi sat to one side and suddenly thought of the disease myocardial infarction.

The principle of myocardial infarction is that the coronary artery is blocked due to plaque rupture or thrombus formation, which leads to interruption of blood supply to the myocardium, cell ischemia, hypoxia and necrosis.

This process is closely related to factors such as atherosclerosis, hypercoagulable state of blood, and vasospasm, ultimately leading to irreversible myocardial damage.

If a patient with myocardial infarction has a large infarct area and is complicated by cardiogenic shock, the mortality rate is generally over 90%.

With active rescue efforts, the mortality rate can be reduced to around 50%.

This aggressive rescue is also divided into two categories: one is after thrombolytic therapy, the mortality rate drops to below 15%.

Another, even more effective, method is stent implantation surgery, which reduces the mortality rate to 4%-8%.

Lin Sanqi thought of the 1960s in another time and space, a time when thrombolytic therapy had not yet been invented, let alone interventional stents.

Therefore, a heart attack is a death sentence, with an extremely high mortality rate.

Even if they don't die now, they will eventually die during the second relapse.

Especially cardiac stent placement.

Myocardial infarction is caused by myocardial ischemia and necrosis due to narrowing or blockage of the coronary arteries. In other words, the blood vessel is blocked and the blood flow is interrupted.

The simplest method is to surgically place a stent in the coronary artery to open up the narrowed or blocked blood vessel, restore blood flow, and thus improve the blood supply to the heart muscle. It's that simple.

A cheap bracket costs a few hundred yuan, while a more expensive one can cost tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of yuan.

The key point is that stent intervention was already very mature in 2015, and it is not very difficult, but it can save the lives of many myocardial infarction patients.

Lin Sanqi wondered if he could bring this mature medical technology to 1963? Then he would become the ancestor of interventional cardiology.

It wouldn't be unreasonable for a capitalist to charge millions of dollars for a single stent, would it?
As for the source of the stent, in the near term we can bring it over by time travel, and in the long term we can build our own production line to manufacture it.

As for whether they are afraid of other countries' countermeasures, it's simple: one is to apply for a patent, which is something that developed Western countries still abide by.

Another method is to purchase brackets made of new materials, making them impossible for others to replicate.

Even in 2015, China still couldn't replicate the most advanced stents from abroad, let alone those from the 1963s.

Moreover, they can also sell thrombolytic drugs, which is another considerable source of income.

Thinking about this, Lin Sanqi felt as if he had found another way to make money.

Seeing Lin Sanqi deep in thought, Section Chief Song asked curiously:
"Hey, Lin Sanqi, you're not scared now that you heard Jin Chuanyou is dead, are you? You rich people are really cowardly."

Lin Sanqi rolled her eyes at him:
“Aren’t you afraid of death? Who isn’t afraid of death? It’s so good to be alive. It’s so pitiful to die and only be able to eat paper money and candles. Besides, I don’t have a son yet. I have to see my great-grandson before I die.”

Yin Lianyi was unhappy:
"What do you mean by death? Let's go, let's go for another ride. This time I'm going to drive one of those eight-wheeled Shandong Cats."

Lin Sanqi also stood up: "Whether we live or die is another matter. Let's have some fun today. Brother Song, let's go!"

Section Chief Song chuckled, "Come on, I'm going to keep you company today, even if it costs me my life." (End of Chapter)