"Congwen, you said that medical devices have so much profit. Will Yuan Qingyao be on the list of rich people if he develops well in the future?"

"Hurun Rich Ranking?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"Yes, that's it." Shen Lang said, "You said that those who sell pork in Shu can rank second!"

"That's what they are..." Zhou Congwen knew that Shen Lang was talking about the New Hope Group, but Shen Lang's description was extremely gossipy and said that the New Hope Group was a pig farmer.

For a moment, Zhou Congwen didn't know how to answer.

"Congwen, isn't the profit of medical devices more expensive than raising pigs?"

"That's not necessarily." Zhou Congwen said seriously, "The old saying goes, wealthy people don't count. Do you know what this sentence means?"

"I'm afraid of swine fever." Shen Lang said, "I'm dying one by one, and there's no way out.

"The same is true for companies that make medical consumables." Zhou Congwen said, "You only see the profits are getting rich, but do you know how much they invest in research?

"A lot, I don't know the specific details." Shen Lang scratched his head.

"If you fail, you lose all your money. This is nothing to do." Zhou Congwen said, "If you study, you must have failed more and succeed less. If you don't give enough profit, who will study new equipment."

"If there is no new equipment, the chest department needs to open the chest for surgery. You know how big the damage is."

Shen Lang nodded.

The chest opening surgery for large-scale uncovered cover is 30cm in the incision alone. Sometimes it also needs to extend the mouth, and at the earliest one must remove a rib.

Thoracoscopy is compared with the large hood, but it is indeed advanced by at least one light-year in terms of injury.

"Congwen, do you think the chances of successful research by Haocai Company are high?" Shen Lang didn't want to do professional things and started to gossip about the success rate of medical device companies.

"Msodong, know." Zhou Congwen asked.

Shen Lang nodded.

"In 1998, Merck launched 12 projects, and now there are only 2 left. These two projects may not be the end. I think it is very likely that the entire army will be wiped out."

"I haven't believed in five or six years?" Shen Lang was stunned.

"Of course." Zhou Congwen said, "I know a project that does neurodegenerative research. I have been doing it for two years, but in the end it still doesn't."

"In two years, the company will spend a lot of real money every year. Where does this money come from? It's not from other profitable products." Zhou Congwen said, "Companies like Merck are fine, after all, there are a lot of profitable projects. If a small start-up company, a project will fail and will be crushed to pieces."

"Small companies usually close down, medium-sized companies' stocks fall sharply and grit their teeth to continue other pipeline experiments. Large companies will fire this group of people, and the impact is not too big.

Even if more than a dozen projects fail in a row, even large multinational companies will be greatly damaged."

"Then tell Qingyao, let's forget it." Shen Lang began to worry about Yuan Qingyao for no reason.

"Qingyao has his own advantages." Zhou Congwen smiled, "He is not stupid, what do you think?"

"It's so cunning!" Shen Lang clenched his fist and said mindlessly.

However, Shen Lang immediately diverted his attention and asked, "Congwen, what other gossip is there."

"Pfizer's flagship product Sildenafil citrate is a medicine for treating heart disease. As a result, it was found that it had other uses. Pfizer made a lot of money! Just this popular product is enough for Pfizer to be happy for more than ten or twenty years." Zhou Congwen said.

"I know this."

"I told you the others that Paulizhi is what Director Zhang said when he fainted when he held his urine." Zhou Congwen said, "This project is from Merck. Why does it continue to develop and have to hold patents in his own hands? Every investment consumes a huge amount and can spend less money.

It would be good to earn a little more."

"The landlord's family has no surplus food, right?"

"I think they have made too much," said Shen Lang.

"You are a moral kidnapping." Zhou Congwen smiled, "Everything is like you, everyone is waiting for other fools to spend a lot of money to study new drugs, and then science and technology will stop moving now."

"All imitate, who will innovate?"

"What else?" Shen Lang did not talk about something noble with Zhou Congwen, but focused on gossip.

"American soldiers, frontline medical care, guess what to use." Zhou Congwen thought of something and said to Shen Lang.

"Ah?" Shen Lang was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhou Congwen, not knowing what he meant.

"The internet is connected, and then the robotic arm is used for surgery. The Internet you use actually originated from the US military. The confidentiality period three years after the collapse of the former Soviet Union began to be used in civilian use in 1995."

"The robotic arm technology is in the hands of Da Vinci, and it will soon enter the clinical trial."

"I'll go, so advanced!" Shen Lang was stunned.

What Zhou Congwen said is something that only appears in science fiction movies. In reality, it is difficult for Shen Lang to believe that this is true.

"The basic principles of the Da Vinci robot are similar to our laparoscopy, but the probe in front will turn." Zhou Congwen said, "With this thing, sleeve cutting will no longer be a problem. Patients who have combined pancreatic duodenectomy need to enter the ICU."

Shen Lang almost hit his jaw on his feet.

Is it so magical?

There are indeed serious flaws in thoracoscopy, that is, the lens will not turn.

But Zhou Congwen actually said that in the technology used by American soldiers, the altitude lens will turn... Shen Lang was deeply shocked.

"Generally speaking, it is only during the war that the state invests in and develops various new equipment at all costs." Zhou Congwen said, "Do you know what medicine did the soldiers on the front line of Germany and Japan take during World War II?"

Shen Lang knew, but he didn't say it, just smiled.

"It's like this time." Zhou Congwen didn't continue the topic, "Why did Olida anxious to list the mitral valve clip? It's because it spent too much money. A company of Olida's size may not be able to withstand it."

"How much does that cost."

"It's almost a hundred million US dollars." Zhou Congwen said, "So the boss has always been very polite to Olida's people and has not broken up. Everyone helps each other. When the boss needs small toys, it's more appropriate for Olida to make it."

"Old Huang's little toys are so expensive." Shen Lang sighed.

"But Olida passed the FDA approval after only 10 patients, which made the boss very unhappy." Zhou Congwen said seriously, "Look,

I will tell the chairman of Olida after a while."

Shen Lang was not afraid of trouble at all. When he heard that he was going to quarrel, his eyes flashed like stars.

"Congwen, will Huang Lao take action?"

"What are you talking about? How old is the boss?" Zhou Congwen said with laughter and cry.
Chapter completed!