Rebirth of a Doctor Without Regrets

Chapter 108 Aibo Medical

The office door was gently closed, shutting out the corridor outside and also blocking out Shen Hao's calm and indifferent figure.

Wang Xiao's arm around Zhu Chunhua's shoulder stiffened slightly, then he smiled helplessly: "Well, we've been caught red-handed this time."

A faint blush rose on Zhu Chunhua's cheeks. She gently slapped his hand away and straightened the collar of her white coat.

"What are you afraid of? We haven't done anything outrageous. Besides, Shen Hao owes you a favor anyway, so he won't say a word."

As she spoke, she sat back down at her desk and opened Aibo Medical's reply.

"Let's not talk about that anymore, let's get down to business. Aibo Medical invited us to Beijing for a face-to-face meeting, which is a good opportunity to both advance the development of the mold and, in turn, help improve your new surgical technique."

Wang Xiao moved closer to her, looked at the email on the screen, and nodded: "It is indeed an opportunity. But if we both leave the hospital, what about our current surgeries?"

"Don't worry about that. I've already thought it through. We'll apply to the institute for two days of business trip under the guise of scientific research activities. We'll schedule the surgeries for Shen Hao first, and Xiao Wei can take two extra days off from the outpatient clinic."

Wang Xiao nodded. The actual transformation of scientific research results certainly falls under the category of scientific research activities. When it comes to the actual promotion of the medical industry, new products are definitely more substantial than one or two papers.

It's just that most doctors don't have the resources to translate that knowledge into practice.

Moreover, the promotion of doctors' professional titles is not only based on the number of surgeries and papers published, but also on scientific research transformation and international exchanges.

"If we can collaborate with Aibo Medical to successfully develop the mold for our ex vivo artificial valve reconstruction technique, and then establish a standardized surgical procedure, it will be of great help to you in your rapid promotion to attending physician, and to me in my promotion to senior professional title."

Wang Xiao's heart stirred. He was indeed eager to be promoted, not for the sake of empty fame, but to have more surgical authority and to be able to perform more difficult surgeries.

Zhu Chunhua's words struck a chord with him.

"Okay, whatever you say." Wang Xiao nodded with a smile. "I'll leave the leave application to you. I'll hand over all the post-operative patients to make sure nothing goes wrong after we leave."

The following day, Zhu Chunhua was busy writing research activity applications, coordinating with the hospital's research department, and reporting to various levels of government.

Wang Xiao then coordinated with Li Wei and Zhao Zhao one by one, adjusted the elective surgeries he was handling, and carefully explained the precautions for postoperative follow-up to ensure everything went smoothly.

The leave application was approved very quickly.

Two days is neither too long nor too short; it's just enough time for them to go to Beijing for a face-to-face meeting and then rush back to take over the work.

The night before his departure, Wang Xiao scrolled through his phone's contacts; he had quite a few friends in Beijing.

But after thinking about it, he still didn't take the initiative to contact her.

Firstly, time was short, and secondly, I didn't want to bother others; I just wanted to finish things quietly and come back as soon as possible.

The next morning, the two boarded a plane bound for Beijing.

As the plane landed and Wang Xiao stepped out of the terminal, the afternoon sun was a bit too bright, and he subconsciously squinted.

Just as he was about to take out his phone to contact the person in charge at Aibo Medical, he saw a man in a black suit and sunglasses holding up a sign that read "Mr. Wang Xiao" in the parking lot not far away, his eyes slowly scanning the crowd.

"It must be people from Aibo Medical, right? Did they say they were coming to pick us up?" Wang Xiao said to Zhu Chunhua with a smile, pulling her along quickly.

Upon seeing them, the man in sunglasses immediately put away his sign, stepped forward, bowed slightly, and asked respectfully, "Are you Mr. Wang Xiao and Ms. Zhu Chunhua?"

"Yes, we are." Wang Xiao nodded. "Thank you for your hard work and for your trouble."

"Of course." The man in sunglasses stepped aside to lead the way. "The car is over there, please follow me."

The two followed the man in sunglasses to a black luxury car. The car door was opened beforehand, and the interior was spacious and comfortable.

This was quite different from the commercial vehicles that Wang Xiao remembered from Aibo Medical; it was clearly much more luxurious.

But he didn't think much of it, assuming it was just that the company valued him and had specially arranged a nice car.

As soon as Wang Xiao got into the car, her phone vibrated. It was a WeChat message from Chen Yuchen.

Upon clicking, all that's visible is a simple "humph" followed by an angry emoji with puffed-out cheeks.

Wang Xiao instantly understood, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

He wondered why Aibo Medical would arrange such a fancy car to pick him up from the airport; it turned out that Chen Yuchen was behind it.

Although that girl went abroad to study, she still couldn't let go of him and kept sending people to keep an eye on his whereabouts.

She probably got jealous knowing he came to Beijing and was with Zhu Chunhua.

He tapped the screen rapidly, replied with a helpless smiley face, and sent another message, "Stop messing around, it's serious business." As he put his phone away, he met Zhu Chunhua's puzzled gaze.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Chunhua asked. "Who sent the message?"

"A friend, knowing I'm in Beijing, was just joking around," Wang Xiao said vaguely, not going into details about Chen Yuchen, so as not to make Zhu Chunhua overthink it.

Zhu Chunhua didn't ask any more questions. She leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes to rest, and prepared for the interview in a little while.

The car drove smoothly through the streets of Beijing, weaving between skyscrapers, and Wang Xiao gazed at the familiar street scene outside the window.

More than half an hour later, the car stopped in front of an impressive office building, with the four large characters "Aibo Medical" on the roof standing out prominently.

The man in sunglasses got out of the car and opened the door for the two of them.

The lobby on the first floor was spacious and bright. The receptionist warmly approached them and, upon learning that they were there to discuss scientific research cooperation, immediately made an internal call.

Not long after, a young woman in her early twenties, dressed in a business suit, walked over quickly.

The young woman had a sweet smile, but her eyes held a touch of naive professionalism. She walked up to the two men and extended her hand, saying, "Hello, I'm Jia Lin, and I'm in charge of coordinating your cooperation. I've heard so much about you, Deputy Director Zhu and Dr. Wang."

Zhu Chunhua and Wang Xiao shook hands with her one after the other, and Jia Lin then handed her two business cards, which read "Aibo Medical · Project Manager · Jia Lin".

"Manager Jia, thank you for your help," Zhu Chunhua said with a smile, taking the business card and putting it away.

As Wang Xiao followed Jia Lin to the second-floor lobby, a slight suspicion arose in his heart.

In his previous life, he worked at Aibo Medical for many years and knew that the company received partners, especially those involved in scientific research cooperation.

All technology transfer meetings will be held in the conference room on the fourth floor.

However, Jia Lin did not head towards the elevator; instead, she went up the side staircase to the second-floor open lobby.

This place is mostly used to receive ordinary inquiries or for some unimportant collaborations; to put it bluntly, it's a place to appease people.

The three of them found a seat by the window and sat down. Jia Lin opened her notebook, still wearing her standard smile.

"Associate Chief Physician Zhu, Dr. Wang, could you please elaborate on the mold requirements for the ex vivo artificial valve reconstruction procedure, and your specific plan?"

Zhu Chunhua explained in a clear and logical manner the core advantages and clinical value of the new surgical technique, as well as the specific design ideas and size requirements of the mold, and the idea of ​​integrating anastomotic staples.

As Jia Lin listened, she quickly took notes. When the two finished speaking, she gently closed her notebook, still smiling.

"Gentlemen, I have a general understanding of the proposed plan. First of all, Dr. Wang's new surgical technique currently only has one or two clinical cases, and its safety and effectiveness have not yet been fully verified."

Secondly, although your mold design appears relatively simple, the development of medical devices requires careful consideration of the approval process. From research and development and testing to obtaining the approval number, a significant amount of time and cost is involved.

Wang Xiao's heart sank. Just as he had expected, the other party was just giving him the runaround.

He was about to retort when Jia Lin spoke first: "But don't worry, I will report your needs and plans to my superiors in detail, and I will contact you as soon as there is any follow-up news."

Zhu Chunhua didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly: "Okay, then we'll trouble Manager Jia. We'll wait for your news."

Jia Lin smiled, stood up, and said, "Of course. If you two have no other questions, I have other work to attend to, so please excuse me. I will contact you as soon as there are any updates."

7

After saying that, she turned and left without lingering.

Watching Jia Lin's departing figure, Wang Xiao's face darkened completely, and Zhu Chunhua also frowned. The two looked at each other and saw helplessness and dissatisfaction in each other's eyes.