Zheng Ren continued to train in the system space, and the time to think became less and less, and the surgery was done faster and faster.

On average, each operation can bring Zheng Ren about 450 skill points.

Zheng Ren also sighed, it was really the most difficult interventional operation, and it could be judged just by looking at the increase in skill points.

It is estimated that the pinnacle-level surgical level is exercised by doing ultra-difficult surgeries. Always do appendicitis...... Are you afraid that it will take 1,800 years old to take a skill to the pinnacle?

Even if you can live that long, you won't be able to reach the peak level. The more surgeries of the same type are done, the fewer skill points you will gain in a single session.

Unconsciously, Zheng Ren's previous skill points, experience points, and surgical training time accumulated like a squirrel in the winter were consumed!

And his level of interventional surgery has also reached 29,830 points under the crazy accumulation of 450 points of skill in one operation.

It's a stone's throw away from the grandmaster.

Zheng Ren looked at the empty system space, and finally found the remaining two golden treasure chests, which attracted his attention like bewitching little sluts.

Let's try it, Zheng Ren doesn't have any idea of getting rich overnight.

With a thought, two gold chests were opened at the same time.

The experience value that had dried up rose rapidly, Zheng Ren sighed, these two boxes are really good water.

When the brilliance dissipated, Zheng Ren found that he had opened nearly 30,000 experience points, as well as a skill book with 3,000 cases of gastrointestinal anatomy experience, and a B-ultrasound master-level skill book.

Although he was a little dissatisfied, these two treasure chests were decent, and the skills were commonly used in clinical practice, and Zheng Ren directly learned both books.

There are still more than 100 skill points left to raise the level of interventional surgery to the grandmaster level, and Zheng Ren is a little excited.

In the past, I aimed for the master level, but I didn't expect the grandmaster level to be so close at hand.

After quickly redeeming two hours of surgical training time, Zheng Ren did another prostate interventional embolization.

Now, Zheng Ren has been able to control the operation time to about two hours, which is undoubtedly a huge improvement. But the completion of the operation, no matter how hard he tried, could only reach the level of 90%.

Hopefully, the level of Grandmaster-level involvement will bring about some changes.

After 1 hour and 49 minutes, the systematic operation was completed, and the completion rate of the operation was still less than 91%.

However, the improvement of skills has changed from quantitative to qualitative, and Zheng Ren finally piled up interventional surgery to the level of a grandmaster.

There is no golden light, no celestial maiden scattered flowers, everything is plain, as if nothing has changed.

Zheng Ren sat on the edge of the small pond, slowly closed his eyes, and twisted the fingers of his hands slightly, as if he had a micro-guide wire in his hand, passing through various blood vessels as he wished, and reaching the position he wanted.

Yes, that's how it feels.

Nearly half an hour later, Zheng Ren opened his eyes. His eyes were clear and bright, like the water of a pond.

Grandmaster, that's how it feels.

Zheng Ren knew in his heart that the system operating room rose from the ground, and he began to operate it at the level of grandmaster-level interventional surgery.

Sure enough, the quantitative change reached the qualitative change. After crossing the invisible mountain, Zheng Ren saw the wider heaven and earth.

Prostate interventional surgery, 1 hour and 32 minutes, 100% completion of the operation!

Zheng Ren smiled and bought a bottle of energy potion.

When I opened the potion, the mint smell wafted out.

Zheng Ren frowned and raised his energy potion at the little fox on the other side of the pond.

This cup, toast victory.

After drinking the energy potion, Zheng Ren came out of the system space.

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Huang Zhishan, CEO of Pak Sun International's Pan East Asia Region, is a Singaporean Chinese, 40 years old.

He grew up in the United States and received a traditional Western education. After graduating from Caltech, he started a business in Silicon Valley, but failed.

But he was not discouraged, but became more and more courageous.

And now, at the age of forty, it is the time for life to be energetic and creative. This time, he won and gave the sinking ship an escape route.

Huang Zhishan was very proud, he resisted the pressure of other directors on the board of directors, and his desperate action seemed to be successful.

After putting Professor Rudolf Wagner on the plane back to Germany, he returned to his office, condescendingly, admiring the beautiful scenery of the Huangpu River, and planning for the future splendor and splendor.

As for offending the top professors in the imperial capital and the whole country because of this? That's not a problem.

For interventional surgery, the highest profit of consumables is not at all in the visceral interventional consumables, which occupies half of the country is cardiac interventional consumables, followed by nerve and peripheral vascular interventional consumables.

An interventional surgery for the prostate is just a stepping stone. If you can use this to squeeze into a hospital that you can't enter or leave because of the medical insurance limit, and then operate the matter of insurance reimbursement, the situation will initially open.

As for the production line specially designed for Professor Rudolf Wagner's prostate surgery, it was not in Huang Zhishan's consideration.

That's waste, isn't it?

It has done its part, and after the most critical surgery, it is time to retire from the stage of history. Prostate interventional surgery, in Huang Zhishan's view, is not suitable for ordinary people at all, and the cost is absolutely high, comparable to targeted drugs for cancer.

In the future, the focus of Baisheng International will still be on the share of cardiac catheters and stents. Next, it's time to start a close fight with international manufacturers!

Huang Zhishan did not panic or fear, but had an excitement and impulse. It's time to fight, and you have to pave your throne with the blood and bones of your opponent.

What could be happier than that?

I don't know what those so-called "opponents" are doing, Huang Zhishan showed a mocking smile, although no one can see it now.

Thinking about it, he picked up his phone and dialed it.

"It's me. ”

"What are those losers in the imperial capital doing now?"

"Well, leave them alone, this Christmas, we must have a good celebration. ”

Putting down the phone, Huang Zhishan was full of pride, with a little regret.

After learning of the successful operation of Professor Rudolf Wagner, the top experts in interventional disciplines in China were very dissatisfied and even a little unconvinced.

However, they do not have a special production line, and because interventional medicine entered China relatively late, they have long passed the golden age of the best surgery.

Like Wu Lao Wu Haishi, many people chose to leave the imperial capital overnight.

In Huang Zhishan's view, their gray departure brought a brilliant chapter to their victory. It's just that this chapter, missing a certain note, makes it not perfect.

Unfortunately, they did not resist stubbornly, if someone does not know the depth and has to try to do interventional embolization of the prostate, that is the most perfect.

But this is just a small regret, and it has nothing to do with the big picture.

Huang Zhishan stood up, danced lightly, and walked to the bar with waltz steps, opened a bottle of scarlet wine, and poured it into the wine glass.

Shaking the wine glass, the color of the wine hanging on the wall looks like thick blood.

He came to the large floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the Huangpu River and the Huaxia Financial Center, and was full of pride in his chest.

He raised his glass, looked at the prosperous lights outside the window, and whispered softly: "This glass, salute victory." ”