All the surgeons in China, or in other words, the top surgeons in the world, gathered in the conference room.
Even though it was already midnight, the lights inside were still so brilliant, as if it was a doctor's paradise. Once you entered this door, you would come out as a rare famous doctor in the world.
But at this time, there was only one young man standing outside the conference room, with tears in his eyes and his fists clenched.
He is Li Bolin, once a favored child of heaven, a college student, and with a father who is a deputy commissioner, his future is bright.
Now he is the biggest joke among all the staff of the People's Hospital, just because he was blind and overconfident back then and wanted to pursue a woman he shouldn't have.
Now, Vice President Chen is keeping an eye on me.
Although Chen Xia did not send him to the worst department or to a tertiary industry enterprise, he had no chance of further training or promotion in the hospital.
It’s not that he hasn’t thought about transferring.
But firstly, the Yuezhou health system is now dominated by the People's Hospital. Hospitals like the Second and Fourth Hospitals have almost no business, and the number of surgical patients is pitifully small.
Why did he transfer there? They couldn't even pay their full salary, how could he, a proud and arrogant man, tolerate this?
The second was that the department director told him clearly that even if he wanted to leave, the hospital would not release his files, which was tantamount to cutting off his path in the country.
What is the most painful thing in life? It is to destroy a person's sense of superiority, destroy his hope, and make him doubt life. Killing someone is just like this.
But at the same time, there are also people whose destiny has changed because of Chen Xia.
Jiang Xiaoju, deputy manager of the catering department of the "Yueyi Hotel", a tertiary enterprise that has been promoted to a people's hospital, is much luckier.
After Chen Xia acquired many factories, he sold all the guesthouses of these factories to the People's Hospital.
So the People's Hospital established a "Yueyi Hotel", which provides one-stop services including accommodation, meals, meetings, banquets, etc.
Chen Xia specifically designated the catering area and gave it to Jiang Xiaoju, the poor girl who committed suicide that year.
Manager Jiang is no longer the thin and dark girl she used to be. Since becoming a formal employee of the hospital, she has regained her confidence. Last year, she even married a hospital employee. Finally, all the hard work has paid off.
In the conference room, a lively academic discussion was still going on.
Chen Xia was about to drink some water when he found that the cup was empty. Just as he was about to pour some water, he found that Jiang Xiaoju had come over with a thermos.
"President Chen, the midnight snack is ready. Should we bring it to this conference room or go to a restaurant to eat it?"
Chen Xia smiled and tapped the table with his fingers: "Bring it here, it's been a long day today and they must be tired enough."
"Okay."
In less than half an hour, all kinds of snacks with rich varieties, good color, aroma and taste were served. In order to cater to foreigners, Jiang Xiaoju even specially baked a lot of bread and small cakes, and prepared coffee.
This made Chen Xia very satisfied. Of course, he only ate shengjianbao. As a staunch "salty party", sweets were considered heresy.
Just when Chen Xia was enjoying his meal, Professor Marit, president of the International Society for Organ Transplantation, vice president of Harvard Medical School, and president of Massachusetts General Hospital, came over.
"Hi Chen, your speech was very exciting. If these drugs can really be applied clinically, it will bring good news to all mankind."
When Chen Xia saw that it was this big boss, he quickly took the initiative to reach out:
"Professor Marit, thank you and the International Organ Transplantation Society for your support. To be honest, I was really surprised that you came."
"No, no, no. We should be the ones thanking you. Your Chinese-invented immune system is very important for preventing organ transplant rejection. I think we can deepen our cooperation."
When Chen Xia heard about the cooperation, he felt very happy. He went through so much trouble just to sell the medicine.
Anti-rejection drugs need to be taken for life after organ transplantation, and the price is very high. Chen Xia can make a lot of money just by collecting patent fees.
"Hehehe, Professor, how do you want to cooperate?"
Marit looked around to see if anyone was paying attention, then whispered:
"If these anti-rejection drugs are ultimately proven effective, I'm suggesting that the patents be purchased by the International Organ Transplantation Society. Don't worry, we'll definitely give you a satisfactory price. We're doing this in the hope of quickly promoting these drugs, making organ transplant surgery a regular practice and serving all of humanity."
Chen Xia couldn't believe his ears.
"Excuse me, do you mean that our company should transfer all the patents for these anti-rejection drugs to your association? Well, how much are you prepared to offer?"
"No, no, no. Our association should buy it, and then we can license it to some capable companies for production. That way, we can guide their sales prices and prevent the capitalists from making too much profit. As for patent fees, how about $10 million for one drug?"
Chen Xia didn't know how big the market for these anti-rejection drugs and immune preparations was in the 1980s, but he knew that the global sales volume was as high as several hundred billion US dollars in the year before he was reborn.
It's tens of billions of dollars every year.
Now a drug costs only $10 million? This is really an international joke.
Chen Xia suppressed his doubts and anger, and said with a smile:
"I'm afraid this price isn't even enough to cover our research and development costs, so sorry, we won't be selling this patent. But Professor, you can rest assured that our future selling price won't be too high."
Marit was unhappy when he heard this:
"Chen, you should understand that without the support and certification of our Organ Transplant Association, it would be difficult for the drugs your company invented to be recognized by the international mainstream medical community and difficult to promote. This would be a huge loss for your company.
We do this not for financial gain, but purely to promote organ transplantation technology for patients suffering from severe illness."
Chen Xia sneered in his heart. People who always say that they are serving all mankind and speak in a high-sounding manner are either stupid or bad.
Now that even threats have been made, the meaning is very clear.
If such patents are transferred and controlled by this so-called association, then won't they have the final say on pricing and patent fees?
To put it bluntly, they are just coveting your patent and want you to hand it over so that they can make money.
I don’t know who gave Marit the courage to ask for the patent directly. Does he really think that Chinese doctors and companies are third-class citizens who are so easy to bully?
"I'm sorry, Mr. Marit, but I don't have the patent, and I don't think Pumpkin Vine is willing to transfer it at a low price."
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