Surgery Godfather
Chapter 958 - 817: Big Brother Luo’s Clinic_2

Chapter 958: Chapter 817: Big Brother Luo’s Clinic_2

Tang Shun was astounded.

According to these calculations, the experimental equipment for cultivating muscle should not be the current devices, but instead a specially designed set of equipment should be developed to meet the needs of the experiment.

As Tang Shun was contemplating this, Yang Ping called him to the office and handed him another piece of A4 paper.

"This is the blueprint of the experimental machine. Since this is our first experiment, we can only rely on existing machinery. For the next experiment, we’ll need to use these specialized machines. Here’s the complete set of blueprints, take a look, and then contact Ruixing Company, handing them over to their engineers for development and design."

With the blueprints in his hands, Tang Shun felt a profound gratitude, aware that he wasn’t just holding a stack of paper, but priceless black technology.

Following Professor Yang, it would take only a few years for him to become the world’s top stem cell scientist, surpassing even his own mentor.

"Professor, is there anything else?" Tang Shun’s trembling hands slid the A4 paper into his briefcase.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Ping said, "I want to start a medical journal. Let’s all think of a name together; our target is a world-class journal, so the name must be world-class too. I plan to publish our final experimental results in our own journal."

To start his own journal? And a world-class one at that?

Any groundbreaking endeavor seems as simple as playing a game for Professor Yang.

Do you know how difficult it is to start a world-class medical journal? And to start one in Chinese, seeking recognition from scholars worldwide, is as hard as reaching for the sky.

Up until now, it seems our country still doesn’t have a journal that truly qualifies as world-class.

"Go on, you’ve been working hard recently. The experiment was large in scale, and you must think of a name for the journal when you have a moment. Remember, this will be a world-class journal."

The professor always spoke with such confidence, leaving no room for doubt. Whatever he intended to do, he was sure to achieve.

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Robert returned to the United States, and it took him several days to adjust.

Seeing his clinic walls adorned with pennants gave him great satisfaction; this was exactly the effect he had wanted.

However, the characters on all the pennants were the same, even down to the signatures of those who had presented them.

Looking at the dozens of identical pennants, Robert furrowed his brow: "Barrett, are all the pennants like this?"

Exuberantly, Barrett reported his achievements: "Yes, sir, I arranged for them to be made according to the template you provided. If I’m not mistaken, these are now all over Chinatown, and many nearby clinics have voluntarily followed our lead. After all, our clinic is first-rate in America, so our clinic’s layout and décor style have become benchmarks in the industry. Now, they have also started hanging pennants, and they’re all the same, all this kind. Only these pennants are genuine."

Robert touched his red nose and felt he had been hasty; he had sent the template to Barrett and instructed him to follow it without altering any of the text, nor had he given any follow-up instructions to Barrett, so it wasn’t Barrett’s fault—it was his own oversight due to being busy with work in China.

Changing it now would certainly be too late, not to mention these kinds of pennants had already become a popular element.

What’s done is done. Better to leave it be.

"Barrett, you’ve done well," Robert praised his clever assistant.

Feeling affirmed by Robert’s praise, Barrett felt all his hard work over the period was worth it. He had made many trips to Chinatown to find a shop that could make these pennants.

Eventually, he found a small advertising company willing to take the order. The owner asked if they were sure that all the pennants would be the same, even pointing out the small print. Barrett replied with feigned expertise—of course, they were to be unchanged, not a word altered.

The asking price was 500 US dollars per pennant, claiming that the materials had to be imported from China, so the price couldn’t be too low. Barrett managed to haggle the price down to 400 US dollars each, saving the clinic a substantial amount of money.

Now that the boss had finally returned, several sports stars’ agents had contacted the clinic, hoping to schedule surgeries. There were NBA stars, boxers, Canadian skiers... the list went on.

The boss had been staying in China and Barrett was freaking out, but now that the boss was back, every problem was getting solved.

Barrett brought a cup of coffee for Robert, but Robert waved his hand and took out a tin of West Lake Longjing from the drawer, saying mysteriously, "From now on, we’re drinking this. Come, I’ll teach you how to brew tea."

Robert taught Barrett hands-on how to brew tea, and then lectured him on the culture of tea.

"Also, sir, enthusiasm for learning Chinese is very high throughout the clinic. The task of promoting Chinese has been accomplished very well. Wherever there’s text needed—on our work clothes, scrub suits, nurse uniforms—we’ve adopted bilingual English-Chinese. Especially our work clothes, we’ve already switched to embroidered Chinese characters—’Big Brother Robert Clinic’. Just as you instructed, I’ve applied for a trademark registration for ’Big Brother Robert Clinic’ and it’s been approved," Barrett reported on recent work progress.

Robert gave a thumbs up: "Very nice!"

Barrett grew more and more excited:

"Do we need to replace our sign?"

Without hesitation, Robert replied, "Of course. Write ’Big Brother Robert Clinic’ in Chinese on top and the original name in English below."

"Got it. I’ll go find someone in Chinatown to make the sign. I’m all in for our clinic. I’m now a regular there. There’s an acupuncturist who purportedly can write calligraphy very well. I’ve saved his number."

"No, I’ll do the writing myself."

"Boss, can you write with a brush?"

"I’ll give it a try. I’ve seen others write in China; it shouldn’t be difficult. I wanted to learn, but there wasn’t enough time."

"Boss, will our patients recognize the Chinese characters on the sign? Won’t it affect their recognition of our clinic?"

"If they can’t even recognize these few Chinese characters, then they don’t need to come see me, Robert, for treatment."

"Boss—"

"From now on, don’t call me boss, and don’t call me ’Mr. Robert’. Tell everyone to call me ’Big Brother Robert’, got it? ’Big Brother Robert’!"

"Okay, Big Brother Robert!"

"Brother Barrett, you’re a clever guy. I’m very satisfied with the work you’ve done while I was away."

"Sir—no, Big Brother Robert, I will keep up the hard work."

"Barrett! Don’t you think I’m a genius? ’Big Brother Robert Clinic’ isn’t a name just anyone could come up with. It’s the limit in the United States for clinic naming. If anyone tries to infringe on it, I’ll never let it go."

"You see, Big Brother Robert, this is the recent statistics on studying Chinese. They’re waiting for you to come back to test them and then distribute bonuses according to the number of characters. This is Thor, the jerk; he’s actually mastered over a thousand Chinese characters in a short time. According to your reward rules, he’s due a hundred thousand US dollars, enough to change cars. And Jenny, she’s also mastered nine hundred characters, and that was last month’s figure." Barrett was genuinely worried about the boss’s money.

Robert didn’t care about the money at all: "Set a time for an official test. Distribute bonuses according to the number of characters on the test paper, one hundred US dollars each, not a penny less."

"Burlington from TIRR Hermann Memorial Hospital is threatening to overthrow you this time, claiming that you’re just basking in your predecessors’ glory. Their achievements are far above ours, they have amassed extensive experience in knee and shoulder sports injuries and created many advanced techniques," Barrett reported on some recent industry news.

The North American Sports Medicine Academic Conference was about to convene, a time for election and transition. Robert was the current president, but Burlington from TIRR Hermann Memorial Hospital had always been his arch-enemy. This man had achieved a great deal in sports medicine, especially in recent years, bringing a wealth of results and threatening to dethrone Robert and reform North American sports medicine.

To Barrett’s words, Robert just smiled lightly: "Kid, don’t be nervous; he doesn’t have the ability yet. Starting tomorrow, I’ll show you the real level of Big Brother Robert."

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