Surgery Godfather Chapter 1288 - 1288 982 Star

Chapter 1288: Chapter 982: Star Chapter 1288: Chapter 982: Star The greatest strengths of surgical robots compared to a doctor’s hands are their precision, stability, and flexibility. The greatest drawback is the lack of tactile feedback. Manager Mo’s company’s surgical robots have filled a technological void with tactile feedback technology, solving a major problem for surgical robots.

Technologically, this robot is already among the leaders, but it clearly hasn’t succeeded in the market; they haven’t sold a single unit. Having technology doesn’t necessarily an having a market. Praise doesn’t always translate into success, which is true in many industries.

After graduating from university, Manager Mo spent a few years as a pharmaceutical representative, dealing with dical equipnt but missed the pri years of that profession. By the ti she entered the field, the industry had begun its rapid decline. She didn’t make much money in those few years but gained so experience in sales.

Currently, surgical robots are a hot investnt trend. In recent years, companies specializing in surgical robots have sprung up like mushrooms after the rain. Therefore, Manager Mo ventured into this erging industry. The truth is, selling such large items is far more troubleso than dealing with trifles, and selling a single robot requires a lot of work.

Manager Mo is beautiful, well-shaped, and young, still a university student—a perfect seedling for a sales representative in the dical industry. To be blunt, if a company in the dical industry can’t flaunt a few beautiful won, it’s a complacent and stagnating operation with little hope for success.

After continual training with the surgical robots, everyone’s operating skills had improved significantly. At the end of the day, these are just machines, not unlike driving a car. Practice makes perfect; with enough practice, anyone can beco proficient. However, in clinical practice, for various reasons, doctors usually don’t have the opportunity to interact with surgical robots, hence no chance to practice or improve.

For the doctors at the Surgical Research Institute, the surgical robot is like a toy; they play with it whenever they can, naturally becoming proficient over ti.

Just after four in the afternoon, when everyone had completed the day’s surgeries and was ready to train on the surgical robots, the hospital administration notified: all doctors were to go to the large eting room in the administration building for a eting. The eting had been notified well in advance; it was an industry-wide rectification and warning conference, held annually.

Yang Ping had once participated and coincidentally t his forr leaders, Dean Xie and Director Wu. However, he heard that both would be speaking again this ti, along with Director Qian. He felt it was necessary to attend, also as a show of support for the hospital’s work.

The eting had a large turnout; the hospital mandated the attendance of all doctors not on duty or out of the hospital. Attendance was compulsory, with na registration through the scanning of a QR code. A young lady from the administration sat at the entrance, holding up a QR code sign for everyone to scan and check in.

Sanbo Hospital was more lenient; such events were usually just for show. People would attend if they had ti, but it was fine if they didn’t. Soone could help send a QR code image to check in for them, and no one would follow up afterward.

The stage was nicely set up, indicating a very formal event. The speakers, all with shaven heads, sat in a row, appearing solemn and dignified. Perhaps the lights were too dazzling or maybe because Yang Ping was too far from the podium, he didn’t recognize Director Wu or Dean Xie.

The doctor sitting beside him, holding a pair of binoculars, noticed Professor Yang seed to want a clearer view, so he respectfully offered his binoculars. Yang Ping, without any hesitation, took the binoculars and finally recognized the two forr leaders.

They had aged too quickly, looking nothing like they used to, but both seed to have gained a significant amount of weight. It seed that their inner circles provided well for them. Apart from the two leaders, Yang Ping did not recognize the other speakers. However, they seed significant, reputedly all at the dean level.

“Why would you bring binoculars to a eting?” Yang Ping returned the binoculars to the doctor beside him.

The doctor replied, “I did my Master’s at Affiliated Hospital No. 4, and my ntor once complained about soone surnad Qian. Later on, for reasons unknown, Qian had no issues, but my ntor was inexplicably pushed out.”

“Then you should bring binoculars. Those have a pretty good magnification,” Yang Ping nodded in agreent.

The doctor proudly said, “I ordered them online right after I got the ssage, military-grade.”

This was Yang Ping’s second ti seeing his forr leaders at such a grand event. The previous ti, he had made a special effort to greet them, but this ti he decided not to disturb their work, quietly watching their performance from the back row.

Dean Xia, Dean Sun, Director Zhao, Director Zhou, and other heavyweights of the hospital were all present, indicating the hospital’s special emphasis on this eting.

Yang Ping pondered that Director Wu used to be a scholar, a professor, a chief physician, who could fetch a handso fee for lecturing elsewhere; the fee for one lecture might even exceed the salary of a standardized training student. He wondered if such lectures nowadays would also co with a fee.

Dean Xia gave a speech, and after him ca the presentations by various actors. Honestly, Director Wu’s lecture was quite dull, a disservice to the nurous audience. But Dean Xie was different; he really knew how to engage the crowd.

During his speech, he cried his heart out, sobbing uncontrollably, as he confessed with the most heartfelt words how he had let down the organization and the people; he had failed the trust they had placed in him. Pouring his guilt and sins as if in deep penance, he said that now every morning and evening, he would recite the oath of dical students to engrave it into his soul. So doctors in the audience were probably moved to tears—Dean Xie should have entered show business.

The City People’s Hospital was now drowning in debt, skinned by him in ways no one knew how many tis, sparing not even the little night shift pay of the doctors.

In Yang Ping’s mory, the hospital was always under construction: if not building new, then renovating; or digging up the ground to plant trees and landscape the garden; the doctors’ white gowns and patients’ hospital clothes changed several tis a year; the canteen forced consumption despite food that even dogs wouldn’t touch—forrly, Yang Ping had thought well of Dean Xie, because he often got the staff new clothes.

Now he realized that Old Xie had a girlfriend in the garnt business; those white gowns and patient outfits cost hundreds each, later even two thousand a set, though they only cost tens to make. Just on these outfits alone, the expenses were over ten million a year, not to ntion the endless building and renovations, three hundred and sixty-five days a year.

Old Xie was quite sothing; it was said he kept dozens of young, beautiful girls, each receiving houses and luxury cars, living like an emperor. After Old Xie got into trouble, Yang Ping finally understood why he had worked so hard for such ager wages all those years—the money had all gone to Old Xie’s mistresses!

There was an old professor at the City People’s Hospital who had been determined to expose Dean Xie but never succeeded. At etings, Old Xie openly declared the professor schizophrenic, fantasizing things to sar him, but Dean Xie, being magnanimous, did not stoop to argue with such people.

What goes around cos around; Dean Xie’s misdeeds were eventually exposed, and only then did all the nonsensical absurdities of City People’s Hospital begin to make sense.

“These people have beco stars now, touring the whole province for lectures, known far and wide. That QR Code led to a slew of issues in Affiliated Hospital No. 4, and it’s said that the hospital will soon face upheaval,” said a doctor, putting down the binoculars.

“To take down my ntor, that scoundrel forced to sign a false accusation against my ntor, threatening to withhold my degree unless I complied; if I signed, I would stay at Affiliated Hospital No. 4. I gritted my teeth and refused to sign, refused to do anything that would betray my conscience. That bastard almost cost my graduation. It was Principal Ruo who personally intervened that I could graduate smoothly.”

“Principal Ruo really is a good principal. Luckily, these scumbags are just a few, but a few can spoil the broth,” said the doctor with disdain.

The doctors nearby continued discussing, calling soone a scumbag repeatedly.

Yang Ping glanced at the doctor nearby: “Who are you referring to as ‘that scumbag’?”

The doctor picked up the binoculars and looked: “On the stage, all the bald ones are scumbags!”

Several doctors imdiately turned their attention to the speaker who had been referring to soone as a scumbag. On the stage, Dean Sun too was losing hair, with barely a few strands on his balding head.

The guy was quick to react and imdiately added, “Oh, I ant those with shaved heads; Dean Sun doesn’t count. Dean Sun still has so hair on his head.”