Surgery Godfather-Chapter 619 - 562: Mysterious Organization

The meeting disbanded, and everyone returned to their respective posts.

Huang Jiacai’s unwavering presence quickly stabilized the morale within Ruixing.

Their full preparations paid off, preventing Ruixing from crumbling under pressure. Instead, everything was carried out calmly and steadily.

Things that previously seemed nonsensical - like establishing backup production lines, burdensome financial pressure from heavy inventory, and deliberately delaying payments to core suppliers - now, when combined, each was a chip to deal with today’s crisis.

In the world of survival of the fittest, no one trusts tears; self-strengthening is the only way to survive.

Under the instructions of Huang Jiacai, the newly independently-produced product was not immediately launched but scheduled to go to the market a week later.

During that week, Ruixing went into a silent period. All sales staff remained unmoved, the entire company suspended external business contacts, and employees were not allowed to reveal any information to the outside world.

The company’s independent new products had already been stocked in the satellite warehouses near each hospital, ready for action at any time.

In his office, Huang Jiacai leaned back in his chair. This industrious man was harboring a grand scheme in his heart, today’s crisis was just the first step.

His mobile phone lay on his desk. After a brief vibration, he picked up the incoming call from Gan Fengyi.

"Hello, what are you up to?"

"Having tea!"

"At this time, you’re in the mood to have tea?"

"Your boss has given me so much attention, if I don’t enjoy this leisure time, how can I let down the painstaking efforts of others."

The other party went silent for a moment, her voice sounded somewhat strange.

This sudden embargo was absolutely devastating. No one could bear it.

"Can you hold on?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was gentle, filled with concern, yet also heavily weighed down by worry.

"Yes, it’s only just begun."

The tone of President Huang was confident and relaxed.

There was another pause on the other end as if she was trying to mask her emotions:

"Hans is no good guy. This is just the first wave. He has already killed several companies, including ones from Europe and Japan. Don’t underestimate them, they are ruthless for their interests, with no bottom line. The companies that were hunted down either went bankrupt or were on their last breath, and then were forced to sell at a low price to them."

"And at this time, I can’t help you."

Gan Fengyi was filled with guilt, but as a member of Johnson & Johnson, having worked for the company since graduation and trained by it to become what she is today as the manager of its South China region, she had to comply with the company’s strategy due to professionalism.

And South China would indeed be the absolute frontline in this battle.

However, her opponent was Huang Jiacai, which made Fengyi’s feelings very complicated at this moment.

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At Johnson & Johnson’s Asian headquarters in Shanghai, Mr. Hans’s office.

In his spacious office, there was a special gym for him. After exercising for half an hour on the treadmill, he took a towel from his assistant, wiped off his sweat, and then drank some water from his provided water bottle.

His assistant, Richard Feng, was of mixed race. His father is Chinese, and his mother is American.

He currently serves as the first vice president of Johnson & Johnson’s Asia region and was also a loyalist brought over from the United States by Hans. He had followed Hans into battles in Europe and Japan, defeating countless enemies.

Hans enjoyed nothing more than this---hunting down a company and then acquiring it, which could awaken a man’s bloodthirsty and combative instincts.

The business world is like a battlefield, and there is nothing more exciting than this.

He thought that Huang Jiacai, who had managed to build Ruixing to this level, could resist for a while at least, but he did not expect him to crumble at the first blow.

"After the issuance of the ban, the entire Ruixing Company has stopped operating. It’s only a matter of time before it collapses. I expect he will soon come to you willingly."

Richard Chen reported the latest developments.

Hans caught his breath and went back to sit in his boss’ chair.

"Their active hoarding of patents implies that they have long had a plan in place. It’s just that they didn’t expect us to strike so soon, without any warning. The cycle from patent to technology to product is very long, so they have no way out right now other than selling the company. But we should still be cautious. Prepare the second batch of sanctions."

Richard Chen felt that Hans was overestimating their opponent. In Europe, in Japan, other much larger companies had been firmly held in their hands under the same ban. A newly grown Chinese company like theirs couldn’t bear the weight of any item in their ban.

"Mr. Hans, here is the second batch of hunting plans. News about Huang Jiacai personally will soon become common knowledge. He will become a rat in the industry---ungrateful and stealing from the company. This is such a good story, it could make an entire drama about business warfare."

Hans flipped through the plan, tapping a finger on one of the pages: "Not enough, far from enough. We need to link Huang Jiacai’s despicable character with spinal fixation, making people believe that this product is a risky moneymaking scheme concocted by Huang, and further link spinal fixation to an image of a substandard half-finished product. Ideally, we can say it’s technology stolen from American companies, repackaged as domestic technology. This way, people will naturally associate Ruixing with low-end and inferior."

"But spinal fixation technology is a highly advanced technology, and its inventor is not Huang Jiacai or Ruixing, but a doctor from Sanbo Hospital. Doing so, won’t it harm the innocent?" Richard Chen was a bit worried.

"A minor doctor wouldn’t have any say in this, he’s nothing. Consider him as a scapegoat, he could only count himself unlucky. The audience does not care about the truth, they only care whether the story is captivating." Hans was completely indifferent.

Richard Chen: "Understood. The launch time of the second batch plan awaits your command."

Johnson & Johnson’s headquarters were very interested in Ruixing’s spinal fixation technology. After reassessing, they believed that this was a product that could guide the direction of spinal surgical technology.

So they added another command for Hans: "You must obtain it no matter what."

Under the rolling wheels of the giant corporation, Ruixing was just a mantis.

Hans was overflowing with confidence, and his desire for conquest was burning like a raging fire.

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Cui Shukai made another visit to Sanbo Hospital.

At this point, the C-shaped spine had vanished, replaced by a normal spine. He could finally stand straight and lead a dignified life.

Cui Xubing hummed a tune, his gaze fixated on his son. The more he looked, the more he liked. Recently, his son didn’t only appear more handsome, but also seemed a lot more intelligent.

When his spine was previously curved, he didn’t quite seem like his own son.

Now, he could truly see that his son had inherited his upright stature, which had merely been hidden by the curvature of his spine before.

The child walked back and forth a few times in the corridor.

Old Cui insisted, "Walk a few more times, so Professor Yang can get a good look."

"Enough, he’s already walked back and forth a dozen times. Professor Yang is busy and doesn’t have time to watch your son walk around all day," Guo Liu complained to her husband.

Yang Ping examined the external spinal fixation frame on Cui Shukai’s back. The needle holes were in excellent condition—no swelling or seepage—and they were sealed by a layer of biologically formed scabs around them.

The revisited X-ray displayed promising new bone growth. The external fixation frame could be removed and replaced by a brace for about a month, allowing him total freedom afterward.

Of course, it would take about half a year before he could engage in vigorous activity.

"Take him to the treatment room to remove the frame," said Yang Ping confidently.

Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang escorted Cui Shukai to the treatment room. With a specialized wrench, they began to dismantle the external spinal fixation frame.

No anesthesia was needed. After disinfecting the needle holes, the frame was removed swiftly.

Two rows of tiny circular holes remained on Cui Shukai’s back, and wrinkles appeared on some skin that was previously compressed during the adjustment.

These needle holes were covered with sterile dressings, and Cui Shukai wore a body-fitting brace, akin to a suit of armor. The next step would be spine mobility training.

His spine had indeed been forcibly straightened fit.

Upon hearing that Cui Shukai was in for a checkup and frame removal, Director Qin from the spine division and Director Tan from the trauma orthopaedics rushed over to see.

By the time they arrived, the external fixation frame had already been removed.

As Xiao Cui was already wearing the body-fitting brace and his outer clothes, he looked exactly like any other normal child.

"Take a few rounds, show everyone."

Unable to suppress his excitement, Old Cui treated his son as a showpiece, having him take a few rounds every time there was a visitor. The growing crowd only served to fuel his enthusiasm.

And this was in the hospital. If they were at home, he would allow his son to walk a few rounds in front of relatives and friends.

Director Qin, Director Tan, and a group of doctors followed them into the hospital.

"Is this the child who underwent surgery last time?"

Both Director Qin and Director Tan couldn’t believe it. Had they not seen him for just three months, and was his seriously curved spine now completely straightened?

Was this really the same child?

Director Qin and Director Tan looked from left to right, and indeed, it was the same child.

"Salute and greet the professors!"

Cui Xubing was becoming more excited. His wife kept signaling him, not wanting him to parade their son around.

"Why are you signaling me? Come on, son, listen to your father. Stand straight like a soldier and salute!"

Guo Liu followed along awkwardly saying, "Salute! Salute!"

Old Cui didn’t understand why his wife was signaling him. He just wanted to show off his son’s new posture; it wasn’t like he didn’t know anything.

Guo Liu felt sorry for their son who just had the frame removed. Her foolish husband had the boy parade around at every opportunity, turning him into some sort of circus monkey.

"Stand straight, one-two-one, good, at ease, salute!" Old Cui’s enthusiasm grew.

The treatment room was jam-packed. Everyone was entertained by Xiao Cui’s performance and laughed heartily. It was truly a miracle that such a severe spinal deformity was successfully corrected.

It wasn’t until almost half an hour later that everyone dispersed.

Having finished the tasks at hand, Old Cui said, "Professor Yang, there’s something I need to tell you. Some people claiming to be from some international association or something with a really long name came to our hometown. They brought milk nutrition products and consolation money, saying they wanted to check on the child’s treatment progress. I found these people suspicious. They seemed particularly sensitive to complications such as needle hole infections. I drove them away eventually."

"Why did you yell at them and drive them away? Their leader only uttered a few words before you started cursing him. You even threw the gifts they brought out of the house. What would we do if they were from a real charitable organization?" Guo Liu was still upset at the memory of her husband’s actions that day.

Old Cui said indignantly, "The man’s words were weird, as if he was deliberately provoking. He even brought video and audio recording equipment. Most probably they were up to no good. Professor Yang, I am afraid someone is plotting against you. I suspected that they were not kind people. They said they were a third-party organization, specifically monitoring the safety of clinical trials. They asked us not to tell you as long as everything was safe, but if there was any problem, they would help protect our rights."

Old Cui recounted the events in detail.

"He smashed the man’s recorder and dumped it in the trash bin, and even called the police." Guo Liu added.

"Is that so?"

Yang Ping had never heard of a third-party organization monitoring the safety of clinical trials and visiting the homes of test subjects.

"Thank you, I understand now. You’re right, this institution’s origin is dubious."

Yang Ping understood internally that it definitely was not a good thing. After hearing about the current situation of Ruixing from Huang Jiahui these past few days, he didn’t expect that this business dispute had extended to the patients. The thought of it made him feel indignant.

He decided to inform Huang Jiacai of this news. As for the company, he was not worried at all. No matter how big the storm, he believed that Huang Jiacai could handle it.

He was just a doctor, and he only needed to do his job well.

"I knew it. I knew that these people were suspicious. What’s wrong with smashing his recorder? It’s good enough that I didn’t hit him. Long hair but short on wisdom!" Old Cui said, filled with anger.

He finally felt a sense of vindication today.