Surgery Godfather Chapter 2029 - 1366

Huang Jiacai has been working tirelessly these past few days.

Now, both dostic and international orders are pouring in like snowflakes, and distributors from everywhere are lining up to et them. Governnt leaders are visiting in batches for inspections, and foreign partners are waiting for him to sign contracts. The secretary has scheduled his itinerary fully, down to precise minutes, even al tis are squeezed in.

But today, he postponed all his engagents.

The secretary looked troubled: "President Huang, the eting this afternoon is very important, it’s with..."

Huang Jiacai waved his hand: "Postpone it, just say I have an urgent matter, postpone it to tomorrow."

The secretary said: "There’s a signing ceremony tomorrow morning? The folks from the European Union have already arrived."

Huang Jiacai said: "Let them wait another day for the signing ceremony."

The secretary hesitated for a mont, then asked: "President Huang, can I ask what urgent matter is now?"

Huang Jiacai smiled and said: "Going to the hospital for a delivery of equipnt."

The secretary was taken aback: "Delivering equipnt? Does this really require you to go personally?"

Huang Jiacai nodded: "This surgery is different; it uses our new equipnt, with Professor Yang personally performing the surgery. I want to attend it."

The secretary was even more confused, attending surgery?

That’s the basic work of a sales representative, staying in the operating room, ready to pass instrunts or answer questions at any ti. Even the youngest salespeople at the company have to do this, yet, President Huang himself would go?

But she dared not ask anymore; having been with Huang Jiacai for three years, she had seen too many things that outsiders couldn’t understand.

At 1 PM, Huang Jiacai wore a suit, did not bring a driver, drove himself out from the company, with two large boxes filled in the car. The boxes were heavy, packed with various specifications of pedicle screws, connecting rods, and orthopedic instrunts.

This car is not a luxury car, but a modified Wuling Hongguang. Back then, he started his business relying on this car, braving wind and rain with his sister to deliver equipnt.

Therefore, Huang Jiacai prefers this car; whenever he drives himself, he surely drives this Wuling Hongguang.

After closing the trunk, he got in the car, started the engine, and headed towards Sanbo Hospital.

The city outside the car window sped past. Tall buildings, bustling traffic, everywhere was scenery he was familiar with. This city witnessed his entire journey from having nothing to becoming a billionaire, and also the friendship between him and Yang Ping.

He rembered the first ti he attended Yang Ping’s surgery.

That was years ago. At that ti, he was just a dical device sales manager, managing a team of seven or eight people, carrying a docunt bag and traveling between major hospitals every day. As a manager, he was actually no different from a salesperson, constantly trying to persuade and curry favor with others to sell products. His most common task was squatting outside the operating room, waiting to hand a cigarette and chat for a bit when doctors finished their surgery.

The dical device market back then was totally different than now; dostic products were looked down upon, while imported goods monopolized the high-end market. As a small manager of dostic products, he couldn’t even get into the doors of tertiary hospitals. No matter the hospital, he’d visit, repeatedly, every chance he had, but always blocked from the entrance. Once, refusing to give up, he waited at the hospital entrance, hoping for a chance to get inside. He squatted there all day from 8 AM to 5 PM without having lunch.

That wasn’t the worst of it. To please doctors and maintain relationships, he went out of his way to indulging everyone’s need, be it picking kids up, carrying gas cans, walking dogs, sweet-talking their partners, he did everything.

Rembering those days made his heart ache.

Later, by chance, he t Yang Ping, and from then, Huang Jiacai’s life took off like a rocket, eventually becoming the chairman of an international pharmaceutical giant.

Speaking of spine surgeries, a few years back, the spine surgery Yang Ping perford was unforgettable for Huang Jiacai.

The patient was a fifteen-year-old girl with severe scoliosis and a Cobb angle over seventy degrees. Yang Ping was the chief surgeon, and he passed instrunts at the side. The surgery took more than three hours; he stood there for over three hours. When it ended, Yang Ping said only one sentence: "The equipnt’s decent, but so parts could be improved. Make a note and tell your R&D when you return."

Huang Jiacai pulled out his notebook and diligently recorded, filling up three pages.

He returned to make changes, Yang Ping tested again; then changed, then tested again. It went through seven or eight versions until they finally developed a product that satisfied Yang Ping. That product eventually beca the company’s flagship, still sold today, a classic among classics.

Ever since, no matter how busy, Huang Jiacai attended Yang Ping’s surgeries personally whenever possible. Later, as the company grew, with more subordinates, he no longer needed to attend surgeries, and his sister Huang Jiahui replaced him.

Recently, he often reminisced about past tis, and upon hearing about a spine surgery by Professor Yang, he insisted on attending it.

Soone advised him: "President Huang, with your status, do you still need to attend surgeries personally? Just assign it to your staff."

He replied: "I must go, it’s Professor Yang’s surgery using new equipnt; I have to be there myself."

It’s not a matter of not trusting others; he wants to see, with his own eyes, his product saving lives under Yang Ping’s hands. He wants to recapture that feeling.

That feeling offers more assurance than signing billion-dollar contracts.

The Wuling Hongguang stopped at the entrance of Sanbo Hospital.

Huang Jiacai got out of the car, opened the trunk, picked up two large boxes, and walked inside. The security at the entrance recognized him and quickly ca to help: "President Huang, let carry one for you."

Huang Jiacai shook his head: "No need, I can manage."

Carrying two boxes, he walked through the lobby, took the elevator, and pressed the floor where the operating room was located. In the elevator, a few people glanced at him, a middle-aged man in a suit, carrying two large boxes, each printed with his company’s logo. None recognized him as the owner of this company.