When the Doctor Uses A Hack

Old Ma's heart was shattered!

Really!

He'd finally come across a patient with a highly specialized orthopedic condition. After being Chen Cang's background prop for so long, wasn't it finally time for him to rise and take the spotlight?

Following the techniques he'd learned from Chen Cang, the first step should've been to emphasize the difficulty of the case.

But... but!

Before he could even finish his prepared speech, Chen Cang went "snap, snap" and fixed it in an instant!

How could Old Ma possibly feel good about this?

This bastard is totally unappreciative!

At this moment, Old Ma made up his mind: for the next six months, Chen Cang would only eat pig feed.

Failed attempt to show off—well, Old Ma wasn't that angry.

After all, he was used to it.

His tolerance had built up over time.

But...

How the heck did Chen Cang learn manual reduction?

For this type of orthopedic skill, without sufficient clinical experience, without extensive practical ability, without a mentor to guide you through the basics—it's incredibly tough to master!

Manual reduction has been a craft passed down through generations.

The patient that just came in wasn't exaggerating when he said his situation was severe; even the patient himself knew it was serious.

After dislocating his joint, he had gone to the ER at a nearby tertiary hospital, where the doctors recommended surgery at their facility or suggested heading to a major hospital to attempt manual reduction.

Out of desperation, he decided to try his luck at the emergency center.

Little did he expect that Chen Cang, with a couple of casual moves, would reset the joint.

The patient's inner shock could only be imagined.

Old Ma's inner astonishment wasn't far from the patient's.

And the teams from various medical companies waiting around for Chen Cang were even more flabbergasted: This Professor Chen is seriously impressive!

Isn't he supposed to specialize in cardiovascular surgery?

Even his manual reduction is this good?!

No wonder he dares to ask for 300 million in patent fees.

With this level of prestige, the 300 million is fully deserved!

Watching Chen Cang rise gracefully, turning around with the hem of his white coat swaying stylishly along with the gust from the air conditioning, it actually gave off an aura of overwhelming charisma.

Old Ma took a deep breath. Though he really didn't want to admit that Chen Cang succeeded in showing him up,

he had to admit—this undeniable charisma had always been what he aspired to and studied.

Thinking this through, Old Ma closed his eyes and quietly savored the lingering impact of the moment.

But!

Old Ma quickly snapped out of it. Just when did Chen Cang learn manual reduction?

And to top it off, his skills seemed to be even better than Old Ma's.

Old Ma quickly hurried after him.

"Cang Er, how have the meals been lately? Any better?" Old Ma smiled sheepishly.

Chen Cang nodded. "Hmm, really good stuff. Thank you, Leader Ma, you've gone through a lot of trouble!"

Old Ma waved it off casually. "No need to be so polite, it's nothing—just small change!"

Then, rubbing his hands, Old Ma said, "Uh… Cang Er, who did you learn your manual reduction skills from?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Cang chuckled. "Oh! My father was a chef. Back in the day, he'd occasionally butcher pigs and sheep, and I used to help him out. Over time, tinkering with it, I picked it up. Just a small side skill!"

After hearing that, Old Ma felt utterly defeated.

He let out a deep, heavy sigh. "Sigh, on this point, I truly can't compare to you!"

"I grew up in the Prince Gong Mansion. Every morning, there were two… Sigh, now I understand—I may not deserve to be a renowned physician. I should've just been a landlord, or gone abroad to be a wasteful, frivolous trust fund kid."

"Sigh!"

…

…

At noon, after wrapping up his work, Chen Cang readied himself to be approached by ladies from the pharmaceutical companies.

Just thinking about it, he deliberately finished a few minutes earlier than usual.

When he reached the entrance, he made a point to greet the nurses before leaving.

He figured he'd dropped enough obvious hints by now, right?

Sure enough, it wasn't long before someone came looking for him.

"Professor Chen, hello, I'm…"

A man approached, followed by a group of others.

"Professor Chen, we've spoken before. I'm…"

One after another, they all stepped forward, afraid someone else would snatch Chen Cang away.

Seeing four or five people all introducing themselves, Chen Cang actually didn't know how to respond.

Soon, five luxury cars parked in front of the hospital, and five high-level executives rushed in.

A true boss's demeanor naturally stood apart.

After shaking hands with Chen Cang, one leaned in to whisper, "Professor Chen, our Oscar company is very interested in your Elephant Nose Stent technology. We're okay with offering the 300 million!"

Chen Cang was momentarily stunned!

Three hundred million?

At that moment, after another brief conversation with another representative, their offer was equally clear.

Three hundred million!

Five companies—each willing to accept the 300-million patent fee.

This left Chen Cang confused.

How had it suddenly become all about 300 million?

While curious, Chen Cang still collected their business cards.

He scheduled times for follow-up meetings.

Fleeing in a hurry afterward, Chen Cang finally exhaled deeply—but just as he'd relaxed, he noticed someone tailing him.

Immediately, Chen Cang regretted everything.

Turns out, this feeling really wasn't comfortable at all.

It's just like finding a partner: when you don't have one, you obsess over it; when you have too many options, it's stressful and overwhelming.

In the days that followed, the operating room's catering improved significantly.

Every day brought extravagant takeout meals.

Sometimes, there'd even be hot pot delivered.

This left Meng Xi and the others baffled.

"Who's been ordering takeout lately? So extravagant!?"

"Definitely not me. My monthly allowance is only 300 bucks!" Xu Ziming couldn't help but speak up. As someone who haggled with the breakfast shop owner every morning, he took pride in his frugality.

A nearby nurse chimed in, "Recently, a lot of strange people have been sending the takeout. And whenever they deliver it, the courier always says: 'Tell Professor Chen we're from such-and-such company.'"

Then the nurse turned to Chen Cang and said, "Professor Chen, today's Japanese cuisine was sent by Director Wang from the AUX company."

Chen Cang gave a modest chuckle. "Oh! Haha, noted!"

Everyone instantly turned their gaze to Chen Cang.

"Chen Cang, are you selling out?" Meng Xi's eyes widened, looking very much like a fox eyeing a chick.

Chen Cang rolled his eyes. "Say the full sentence—don't leave room for misinterpretation. Who's selling anything?!"

Xu Ziming, curious, glanced at Chen Cang. "AUX is a big company, Professor Chen. Your patent could fetch a hefty price!"

Chen Cang responded with a humble smile. "Nothing's confirmed yet."

Seeing Chen Cang's superficial modesty, everyone quickly pressed him for details. "Professor Chen, tell us—how much could it sell for? Didn't they give you any concrete offers?"

Chen Cang cleared his throat. "Uh… I haven't done a deep dive into it all yet. We haven't sat down for proper discussions, so it's hard to say for certain."

Xu Ziming immediately chimed in with advice, "Professor Chen, listen to me. You've got to hold strong—your patent will only grow in value. Once we announce the clinical trial results, it'll definitely attract a lot of investors!"

Meng Xi nodded in agreement, adding, "Exactly. The best timing would be at the AATS 2020 conference in July!"