NovelsAlex Chapter 1367 The Boss Personally Delivers the Goods
Chapter 1367 The Boss Personally Delivers the Goods
Chapter 1367 The Boss Personally Delivers the Goods
Huang Jiacai has been extremely busy these past few days.
Orders from both domestic and international sources are pouring in like snowflakes. Distributors from all over are lining up to meet them, government leaders are coming to inspect the facilities in droves, and overseas partners are waiting for them to sign contracts. The secretary has filled his schedule to the brim, down to the minute, even squeezing in meals whenever possible.
But today, he canceled all his schedules.
The secretary looked troubled: "Mr. Huang, the meeting this afternoon is very important, it's with..."
Huang Jiacai waved his hand: "Rescind it. Just say I have an urgent matter and postpone it to tomorrow."
The secretary said, "There's a signing ceremony tomorrow morning. The EU representatives have already arrived."
Huang Jiacai said, "Let them wait one more day for the signing ceremony."
The secretary hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Mr. Huang, may I ask what the urgent matter is?"
Huang Jiacai smiled and said, "Go to the hospital and deliver some equipment."
The secretary was taken aback: "Delivering equipment? You need to go personally for something like this?"
Huang Jiacai nodded: "This surgery is different. It uses our new equipment, and Professor Yang is personally performing the surgery. I would like to go and watch."
The secretary was even more confused. Following the leader?
That's the most basic job for a sales representative: standing in the operating room, ready to hand over instruments and answer questions at any time. Even the youngest salesperson in the company has to do this. Why would General Manager Huang, with his position, personally go and assist in the operation?
But she didn't dare ask any more questions. Having followed Huang Jiacai for three years, she had seen too many things that outsiders couldn't understand.
At 1 p.m., Huang Jiacai, dressed in a suit, drove himself out of the company without a driver. His car contained two large boxes. The boxes were heavy and filled with various sizes of pedicle screws, connecting rods, and orthopedic devices.
This car isn't a luxury vehicle; it's a modified Wuling Hongguang. He started his business with this car, using it to deliver equipment to people in all kinds of weather, including his sister.
Therefore, Huang Jiacai likes this car the most. Whenever he drives, he always drives this Wuling Hongguang.
He put the trunk lid on, got into the car, started the engine, and drove towards Sanbo Hospital.
The city sped past the car window. Skyscrapers, bustling traffic—everywhere he looked was familiar. This city had witnessed his journey from nothing to a fortune of hundreds of billions, and it had also witnessed the bond between him and Yang Ping.
He recalled the first time he worked with Yang Ping on stage.
That was a few years ago. Back then, he was just a medical device sales manager, overseeing seven or eight people, and spending his days traveling between various hospitals with his briefcase. Although he was called a manager, he was really no different from a salesman, begging and pleading to sell products. His most frequent activity was squatting outside the operating room, waiting for the doctor to come off the operating table to offer him a cigarette and chat for a bit.
The medical device market back then was different from what it is now. Domestic products were looked down upon, and imported goods monopolized the high-end market. He, a junior manager working on domestic products, couldn't even get into a top-tier hospital. He went to every hospital imaginable, countless times, only to be turned away each time. One time, he was so frustrated that he squatted outside a hospital, waiting for a chance to get in. He squatted there all day, from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m., without even eating lunch.
That's not all. To please the doctor and maintain the relationship, he would do anything, from picking up children and carrying gas cylinders to walking dogs and seducing women outside the marriage.
Thinking back to that time, he felt a pang of sadness.
Later, by chance, he met Yang Ping, and from then on, Huang Jiacai's life was like a dream come true, soaring all the way to the top, until he became the chairman of an international pharmaceutical giant.
Speaking of spinal surgery, Huang Jiacai will never forget the spinal surgery performed by Yang Ping a few years ago.
The patient was a 15-year-old girl with severe scoliosis and a Cobb angle of over 70 degrees. Yang Ping was the lead surgeon, and he handed her the instruments. The surgery lasted for more than three hours, and he stood for all three hours. After the surgery, Yang Ping only said one sentence: "The results are okay, but there are a few things that can be improved. Make a note of this and tell your R&D team when you get back."
Huang Jiacai took out his notebook and wrote down the entries one by one, filling three pages.
Yang Ping went back and revised it, then tried again; revised it again, tried again. After seven or eight revisions, he finally created a product that satisfied Yang Ping. That product later became the company's flagship product and is still being sold today—a true classic.
From then on, whenever Yang Ping underwent surgery, no matter how busy he was, Huang Jiacai would try his best to personally accompany him. Later, as the company grew and he had more employees, he no longer needed to accompany Yang Ping, and his sister Huang Jiahui took his place.
During this time, he often reminisces about the past. He heard that Professor Yang was going to perform a spinal surgery, so he insisted on going to observe.
Some people advised him: "Mr. Huang, with your status, do you still need to personally go to the stage? Just leave it to your subordinates."
He said: No, I have to go personally for Professor Yang's surgery with the new equipment.
It wasn't that he didn't trust others; he just wanted to see with his own eyes how Yang Ping saved people with the products he made. He wanted to recapture that feeling from before.
That feeling is more reassuring than signing a contract worth hundreds of millions.
The Wuling Hongguang van stopped in front of Sanbo Hospital.
Huang Jiacai got out of the car, opened the trunk, picked up a large suitcase in each hand, and walked inside. The security guard at the gate recognized him and quickly came over to help: "Mr. Huang, let me help you carry one."
Huang Jiacai shook his head: "No need, I can carry it."
He carried two suitcases across the lobby, took the elevator, and pressed the button for the floor where the operating room was located. Several people in the elevator glanced at him; he was a middle-aged man in a suit, carrying two large suitcases with their company logo printed on them. No one recognized him as the company's owner.
The elevator doors opened, and he stepped out, heading towards the operating room. The auntie guarding the door was also taken aback when she saw him: "Mr. Huang, it's been a long time since you've been here."
"Oh, here we are." Huang Jiacai knew the way well.
"Professor Yang's surgery?" the aunt asked.
Huang Jiacai nodded: "Professor Yang's surgery!"
The aunt said, "I just went into the third operating room."
Huang Jiacai thanked him, changed his shoes, and went to the changing room. He put down his suitcase, put on his scrub uniform, hat, and mask, covering himself up completely. Then he picked up his suitcase and went inside.
The corridor was bustling with doctors and nurses, all in scrub suits and masks, hurrying along. One nurse saw him and greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Huang?"
Huang Jiacai nodded in acknowledgment. Some of these people were old acquaintances, while others were unrecognizable.
The operating room doors opened, and Huang Jia tiptoed in, greeted the scrub nurse, and then began to open the box and take out the sterile-packaged instruments.
In the operating room, everything was ready.
The operating lights were on, and the girl on the operating table, already anesthetized, lay face down, her back covered in markings. The monitor beeped rhythmically, and the anesthesiologist sat beside her, staring at the numbers on the screen.
Yang Ping stood beside the operating table, reviewing the image on the slide light. Hearing the door open, he turned around, saw Huang Jiacai, paused for a moment, then smiled: "Oh, Mr. Huang has come in person?"
Huang Jiacai walked over, put down the box, and said, "I heard this surgery is very difficult, so I think it's better for me to come in person."
Yang Ping said, "This is a small matter; we can just have someone from below make the trip."
Huang Jiacai shook his head and started working.
He opened the box and took out the instruments one by one, arranging them on the instrument table. Pedicle screws, connecting rods, orthopedic rods, rod holders, rod wrenches… each item was neatly arranged in its usual place. After arranging them, he checked them again to make sure everything was in order before nodding to Yang Ping: “Ready.” Yang Ping walked over, picked up a screw, examined it, and then put it down. He glanced at the girl lying on the operating table and said to his assistant beside him, “Let’s begin.”
The operation has begun.
Under the operating lights, the incision, exposure, screw placement, and correction were performed with the precision of a fine machine. Huang Jiacai stood beside the instrument table, his eyes fixed on the surgical field, ready to remind the nurse to hand over the instruments Yang Ping needed at any moment.
The surgery reached its most crucial stage—the orthopedic procedure.
Yang Ping picked up the pliers, looked at the image on the film reader, and remained silent for a few seconds. Then he turned his head and glanced at Huang Jiacai.
Huang Jiacai realized what he was thinking. The corrective force of this new system was different from before, and he needed to confirm it.
He said, "Don't worry, I've adjusted it, there's no problem."
Yang Ping nodded, turned back, and began the orthopedic procedure.
One, two, three. The numbers on the monitor jumped, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the operating field. Huang Jiacai held his breath as the laser pointer pointed to a pair of forceps, which the nurse prepared to hand over.
Finally, Yang Ping put down the equipment and said, "That's it."
On the film reader, the new images showed that the previously severely curved spine had become straight.
Someone nearby breathed a sigh of relief, and Huang Jiacai also breathed a sigh of relief, only then realizing that his back was completely soaked.
Yang Ping turned around, looked at him, and said, "Manager Huang, this system is good."
Huang Jiacai smiled and said, "That's good."
After the surgery, Yang Ping went to talk to the family, while Huang Jiacai stayed in the operating room, packing the instruments one by one back into their cases. When the scrub nurse came to help, he said he didn't need it and would do it himself.
As always, Yang Ping personally packed up all the surgical instruments for his surgeries. He wiped each one clean, checked for damage, and only packed them away after confirming they were in perfect condition. It wasn't to save money, but to have a clear understanding of their uses. He knew who these instruments were used on, and whose lives they had saved. Packing them up was like saying goodbye, yet also like waiting for the next time they would be there.
After finishing, he carried the box out of the operating room. Yang Ping happened to be coming out of the family counseling room, with the family following behind, wiping away tears of emotion. Seeing Huang Jiacai, Yang Ping walked over and said, "Manager Huang, don't rush off later, let's have a meal together."
Huang Jiacai checked the time and said, "Okay, I'll go put my things in the car first."
He carried the suitcase downstairs, walked through the outpatient hall, and returned to his car. After putting the suitcase away, he sat in the driver's seat and stared blankly for a while.
He recalled the day a few years ago when he first assisted Yang Ping at the operating room. He was in the same boat then, sitting in the car after the surgery, lost in thought, replaying the scene in his mind over and over again. Back then, he couldn't believe he was where he was today.
Huang Jiacai felt that his happiest moments were when he was with Professor Yang on stage.
After resting for a while, he got out of the car and walked back. When he got to the hospital entrance, he saw Yang Ping coming out, having changed his clothes and now wearing a dark blue shirt.
Yang Ping said, "Let's go eat at our restaurant."
Huang Jiacai said, "Okay."
The two went to the research institute's restaurant, ordered some dishes, and chatted while eating.
After finishing his meal, Yang Ping said, "I have surgery this afternoon, so I'm going back now."
Huang Jiacai said, "Okay, I'll go back to the company too."
Yang Ping nodded and turned to walk towards the hospital. After taking a few steps, he suddenly turned back and said, "Manager Huang, thank you for your hard work today. In the future, don't come yourself; just send someone to make the trip."
Huang Jiacai paused for a moment, then laughed: "What's so hard about it? Working with the stage is my old profession."
Yang Ping smiled and waved, then continued walking forward.
Huang Jiacai stood there, watching his figure disappear into the crowd, then turned around and walked towards the parking lot.
Back in his car, he started the engine and slowly drove out of the hospital.
On the way, he called his secretary: "The afternoon meeting will proceed as scheduled. I'll be there soon. Is everything ready for the signing tomorrow? Okay, I understand."
He hung up the phone and continued driving.
My mind was still on the surgery. I thought about the girl lying on the operating table, the forceps in Yang Ping's hand, and the straight spine on the X-ray light after the correction.
He felt a greater sense of accomplishment at this moment than when he was the chairman of the board.
The car drove into the company gate, and the security guard saluted. He nodded, parked the car in a parking space, and turned off the engine.
Sitting in the car, he suddenly remembered something, took out his phone, and sent a WeChat message to the head of the R&D department:
"At 3 PM, in the conference room, we discussed improvement plans for spinal devices. I just came back from Professor Yang's place and jotted down a few comments."
After sending the message, he opened the car door and walked into the company building.
In the elevator, he straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, looking at the shrewd middle-aged man reflected there.
Is this the same young man who used to squat outside the hospital?
He thought, yes.
Back then, I was the one squatting at the door waiting for my chance; now, I'm the one carrying a suitcase and working alongside the stage. My status has changed, I have more money, and my position is higher, but I'm still doing the same thing: delivering the best equipment to the best doctors.
This is enough.
The elevator doors opened, and he stepped out.
The secretary came up to him: "Mr. Huang, the R&D team is already waiting in the conference room."
He nodded and walked towards the conference room.
He pushed open the door, and the person inside stood up. He said, "Sit down. You should have gone to see Professor Yang's surgery today. That new system works exceptionally well. But there are a few areas that can be improved. I've written them down, and we'll go over them one by one."
The meeting began.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the conference table and on his open notebook.
The notebook was filled with dense writing; it was what he had been jotting down in the noodle shop. He had written down every single word Yang Ping had said.
Because he knew that these words could save more patients.