Chapter 120 The Nanny's Niece's Counterattack 120 ...
But if you can recover to 100%, why not choose 100%? If it were Lin Wei herself, she would definitely choose to recover to her peak condition.
Just as she was about to speak, Zheng Heng received a phone call and had to leave. Unable to ask the question, Lin Wei ultimately didn't.
"I'm leaving now. You can contact me if you need anything, although I may not be able to help," Zheng Heng said, looking at her.
Even if someone is jealous or envious, they will not do anything irrational.
He hadn't forgotten that he was a doctor who healed the sick and saved lives, not an executioner who wielded a knife to harm people.
"good."
Lin Wei watched him leave, thought for a moment, and said, "Then we can only wait until later. It will take time for the fourth and fifth generation drugs to be produced. She can also make them famous through this surgery after they are launched, and at the same time establish herself as the number one person in nerve suturing surgery."
With this in mind, upgrading the nerve suturing surgery was imperative, and she had to hurry. Because of this, for the next few days, besides taking care of her grandfather, she spent the rest of her time in the simulation room practicing finger replantation surgery.
She wants to practice it until she gets an A+.
Recalling her previous attempts to reach S rank, Lin Wei discovered a pattern: once the most difficult part was solved, the rest became insignificant.
If she can train her finger replantation skills to an A+ level, she doesn't need an S; at least for nerve suturing in her hand, achieving an S level wouldn't be a problem.
This is why she started another surgery that caused her eye pain. Seriously, suturing these things under a super microscope made her eyes blurry. How tiny are these blood vessels? Only 0.1mm in diameter! To suture them, she had to use 0.015-0.03mm microsutures. Even the slightest deviation could cause blockage, thrombosis, and tissue necrosis. And a single surgery could take several hours.
One or two attempts might be manageable, but any more than that would be unbearable for anyone, especially if you fail in one attempt, then fail in the second, making you even less inclined to try a third. It's safe to say this was the most troublesome surgery Lin Wei had ever undergone.
So sometimes she'll switch to a different surgery, such as free flap transplantation or deep neck lymphatic vessel-vein anastomosis. Although these are all surgeries that require precision, at least switching to a different one keeps things fresh and exciting.
One thing is true: the lack of breakthrough over such a long time was partly due to her laziness. Everyone knows that performing hundreds or thousands of surgeries would definitely improve one's skills, but this particular surgery was so grueling that anyone would feel like throwing up. Looking at that severed finger now, Lin Wei felt even brain matter was more appealing than it.
She endured the nausea while undergoing the surgery, and every time she came out of the simulation room, her eyes were glazed over, as if all her energy had been drained away.
She hadn't felt this way in a long time, back when she couldn't learn anything in high school. Back then, the knowledge was really crammed in.
However, the effect was obvious, at least improving the recovery rate of her fingers from 30 to 60. But when she thought about the remaining 20 or so, and how many more surgeries she would have to do to improve it, Lin Wei's eyes went vacant.
Kill her.
One side of his mind was thinking about learning as quickly as possible and finishing as soon as possible, while the other side was thinking, "Maybe I should drag it out a little longer? My hands won't be in a rush." His left and right hemispheres were fighting each other, which was incredibly frustrating.
However, Lin Wei ultimately chose to persevere. Some things can be avoided for a while, but not forever. Could she really never learn them again? Since she had to learn them anyway, she might as well finish them sooner rather than later.
So she gritted her teeth and persevered.
By this time, several days had passed, and she had only taken ten days off in total. So, after Grandpa Lin woke up from his surgery and recovered well, she asked Uncle Lin to take care of him while she returned to the Affiliated Hospital of University A.
Director Li asked why she had taken leave, and upon learning that her grandfather had heart surgery in Hanshao City, he became suspicious. She was a student at University A; how could she be so close to the Hanshao City Hospital?
No, we have to save her heart. So I kept telling her how good our hospital is, how good the cardiac surgery department is.
Lin Wei nodded in agreement with whatever he said. In the end, their relationship hadn't reached that level yet. She had actually spent two months in the Department of Cardiac Surgery in Hanshao City, but had only been here for a total of twenty days. During those twenty days, she had been running around to different departments to learn things every day, so she hadn't actually spent much time in the emergency department. Under these circumstances, she was too embarrassed to trouble him.
Director Li was obviously aware of this, so he sighed and gave up.
In the end, he didn't own this hospital, so why is he worrying about it?
While Lin Wei was spending the remaining ten days in the emergency department, the first-generation CL drug was successfully launched, with a pre-sale price of 915. At the same time, the third and fourth-generation drugs were also released, priced at 1115 and 2000 respectively, and the quantity was limited to only 100 units.
Of course, no one bought such an expensive drug at first, especially since it was only a small bottle. But that was underestimating those who care about their appearance. Any drug that can fade or remove scars will be bought, no matter how expensive it is. Moreover, the price was still within the reach of ordinary people. So after the first person bought it and found it effective, they started to promote the drug extensively online and among their friends and family.
With some skepticism, some people actually bought them, and then it got out of control. The main problem was that there were only 300 units available, and if people really wanted to buy them, there wouldn't be enough to go around. So, online, there were many complaints about not being able to get them, and some people even tried to buy them through proxy buyers, only to be scammed.
Lin Wei learned of this news because Chi Boyan transferred the money to her account. These 300 doses of ointment sold for over 200,000 yuan, and the two of them split the profits 30/70, with Lin Wei receiving 140,000 yuan.
Chi Boyan: "You provided the technology for the drug and the extraction method. I was just an intermediary, so it's okay if you give me 70% and I give you 30%?"
How could Lin Wei possibly think there was a problem? She even thought he hadn't given her enough. After all, he already had some ideas about the extraction and storage technology, and as long as he was willing to spend the time, he could prove it was feasible sooner or later. As for the drug technology, she didn't believe he couldn't develop it.
The real challenge was the storage method. Besides, he was already incredibly busy. But at this point, she didn't want to be so calculating. "Let's split the profits 50/50. I don't have time for these things. You figure it out, get it to what you can." She didn't actually have grand ambitions. Although they'd sold everything this time, large-scale sales would involve a mountain of research and development, recruiting talent, and maintaining technology confidentiality—all a huge headache.
To be honest, it's a bit of a hassle to ask her to do it.
Chi Boyan: "Are you really going to be a hands-off manager? Are you really that confident in him?"
Because he didn't want to see her idle, he thought for a moment and said, "I've been researching human potential-boosting drugs lately, which are injections that can keep people alive when they're about to die. You're quite quick-witted, so help me think of a direction to take." He wanted to know if her ideas were the same as his.
Lin Wei frowned and asked, "Why are you researching this?" This potion sounds pretty good, but in reality, it also consumes the potential of the body's cells. You could say there are gains and losses.
Chi Boyan coughed twice and said, "My surgical method may be different from yours, so I'll need these things." Don't forget, he wants to be a biologist; how could he put the cart before the horse? Of course, he'll put the research on biological drugs into clinical practice.
Lin Wei clearly valued clinical practice over biology. Although she didn't know exactly what he wanted to do, she still agreed, "Okay." It was as if he wouldn't have done the research if she hadn't agreed.
Since production is going to happen, the damage must be minimized. She will keep a close eye on him.
Ultimately, Lin Wei was still a little worried about him. Who knew what he might produce? Potential potions, consuming 70 cells of potential potions, were still potential potions.
If someone were to use this, their life might be saved, but their future quality of life wouldn't be very good.
In fact, her concerns were valid. Chi Boyan didn't really care about these things. When death is imminent, who cares how much cell life is consumed? Just being able to keep a patient alive is good enough. He only cares about ensuring that the patients under his care are alive.
At that moment, he felt he had been kind; he had only harmed the people of M country, not the people of Hua country.
Lin Wei then asked a different question, "How effective is the fourth-generation CL drug? If used in nerve suturing surgery, can it restore another 5% of the original function?" She wanted to know if the fourth-generation drug was effective.
Chi Boyan raised an eyebrow. "Who are you going to perform nerve suturing surgery on?" It's not surgery, so why are you suddenly concerned about this?
Lin Wei didn't hide anything, saying, "A doctor I know has an injury to his hand and can't perform surgery anymore. I think it's a pity, so I want to help him have the surgery again." After this period of practice, her nerve suturing skills, although not yet at the S level, are close, currently at 92.
It's not much different from 95.
She just didn't know whether she should wait for the fifth-generation drug to come out or something else.
Chi Boyan thought for a moment and said, "I guess that won't work. How about this, I'll develop a fifth-generation medicine separately and mail it to you later."
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