Rebirth of a Doctor Without Regrets

Chapter 111 Happy Cooperation

Robert's words were like a bucket of cold water, leaving Zhu Chunhua helpless.

If even their president disagrees, it will be futile to find another business manager.

Wang Xiao unconsciously squeezed the empty beer can until it was deformed, and the smile on his lips faded.

He secretly pondered to himself that Muller's words were full of concerns, both afraid of wasting his investment and afraid of taking risks.

Should we just expose his weaknesses?

The things I said when we first met had already made him flustered. If I pointed out a few more things, I might be able to force him to confess.

But on second thought, coercion is not a long-term solution. Cooperation is still needed in the future, and it would be a loss to ruin things.

Wang Xiao was hesitating when Zhu Chunhua, standing beside him, straightened her back and took over the conversation, her demeanor calm and exuding the air of a professional doctor.

"Mr. Mueller, I understand your concerns, but you have overlooked the core value of this procedure, which is its innovation. This procedure can fill the current technical gap in cardiac surgery."

Previously, patients who developed annular calcification or paravalvular leakage after valve surgery were mostly advised to undergo conservative treatment. While conservative treatment may seem safe, it actually leaves patients in long-term pain and at risk of death due to disease progression.

Wang Xiao's ex vivo artificial valve reconstruction technique can significantly shorten operation time and reduce myocardial damage, giving patients who would otherwise only be able to receive passive treatment the possibility of undergoing a low-risk second surgery and regaining their health.

Robert crossed his arms, nodded, and gestured for Zhu Chunhua to continue.

Zhu Chunhua paused, softened her tone, and added: "To put it another way, if Wang Xiao uses this procedure to treat more patients, and uses Aibo Medical's customized products, not only can Aibo's equipment be fully validated in clinical practice, but also the influence of this innovative procedure can enhance Aibo's reputation in the field of cardiac surgery."

Isn't this the most advantageous form of publicity for your company? It's far more convincing than investing heavily in Google Ads.

Robert fell silent, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the cap of the mineral water bottle, his brow furrowed, lost in deep thought.

The sun gradually shifted its angle, and sunlight bypassed the parasol, falling on his face, clearly revealing the struggle in his eyes.

Zhu Chunhua is right. The clinical value of this procedure is obvious. If we can grasp it, it can indeed bring unexpected benefits to the company.

However, risks do exist. Research and development and sample preparation both require costs, and if the promotion of the technique is hindered, all investments will be wasted.

His fingers tapped lightly on the coffee table, making a soft "tap-tap" sound, each sound revealing his weighing of options and hesitation.

Clearly, Zhu Chunhua's words had swayed him.

Seeing this, Wang Xiao spoke fluent German again: "Herr Müller, manchmalmussman"

Und

"Ichweiβ, wasdu wirklichfürchtest." (Mr. Muller, sometimes to get a bigger chance, you have to take a little risk. And I know what you're really afraid of.)

Upon hearing this, Robert's body stiffened abruptly. Recalling what Wang Xiao had said when they first met, the thoughtful look on his face was instantly replaced by panic.

His eyes were filled with disbelief, as if someone had touched his deepest secret.

He subconsciously looked around to make sure there were only the three of them on the rooftop before he managed to regain his composure.

"Dr. Wang, you—"

Wang Xiao interrupted him, a faint smile playing on her lips, her tone softening considerably.

"Robert, I know that medical devices require a lot of time and costs from research and development, testing to approval and market launch, and I completely understand the risks you are worried about."

Therefore, I don't require your company to immediately invest a lot of manpower and resources in research and development and mass production. I just want a sample, a mold sample made according to our design concept.

Seeing Robert's tense expression, he continued, "Once I use this sample to complete more clinical surgeries and have other cardiac surgeons test the safety and effectiveness of this procedure, and generate sufficiently convincing clinical data, your company can then initiate the formal approval and market launch process."

This reduces risk and ensures the mold gains industry recognition as soon as it's launched—why not?

Robert looked at Wang Xiao with a complex expression: panic, hesitation, and a hint of helplessness at being manipulated.

He knew that Wang Xiao had something on him, and if he didn't agree, no one knew what this young man would do.

Moreover, Wang Xiao's suggestion was indeed reasonable. Although the cost of providing only a customized sample was high, it was a drop in the ocean compared to developing a real product line.

This, however, could bring a potential opportunity; even if it ultimately fails, it won't cause the company too much loss.

After thinking for nearly a minute, Robert finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, I agree. Aibo Medical can make mold samples for you free of charge according to your design ideas. We will discuss the subsequent research and development and market launch separately based on the clinical data."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Chunhua smiled with delight and quietly tugged at Wang Xiao's sleeve.

Wang Xiao laughed, picked up the remaining half-can of beer on the table, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. The icy liquid slid down his throat, leaving him feeling relaxed.

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Muller." Wang Xiao extended his hand.

"It's a pleasure working with you." Robert forced a smile and shook hands with Wang Xiao.

He stood up and said, "I'll see you both downstairs. I'll have someone follow up on the sample production progress and let you know as soon as possible."

The three of them walked down the spiral staircase together, passed through the top-floor office area, and entered the elevator.

The elevator doors slowly closed. I pressed the button for the first floor, and the elevator descended smoothly.

As more and more Aibo employees walked in, they saw the president in the elevator. The employees, who had been chatting and laughing, immediately fell silent, subconsciously composed themselves, and stood quietly on both sides, keeping their distance from the three people in the middle.

Just as the elevator was about to reach the first floor, standing outside was Jia Lin, the new project manager who had just greeted them.

Jia Lin was receiving another guest and was preparing to welcome him upstairs.

She was stunned when she saw the three people occupying 80% of the elevator space.

The young man she thought was just an ordinary resident doctor, the associate chief physician she had treated perfunctorily, was actually standing with Mr. Muller, the company president.

Moreover, judging from President Muller's expression, he seemed to be exceptionally polite to the two men, even personally escorting them downstairs.

Jia Lin's mind went blank, and she forgot to speak for a moment. She just stood there blankly at the elevator entrance, her eyes scanning back and forth between Wang Xiao, Zhu Chunhua, and Robert.

Who exactly are these two people?

Robert glanced at Jalin: "Don't block the way."

Jia Lin then snapped out of her daze, quickly lowered her head, and hurriedly replied, "Yes, President!"

She quickly stepped aside to make way, watching the CEO escort the two of them out of the building, and couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety.