Chapter 89: Smooth Agreement

  "Sit!" Yang Shushan gestured toward the sofa by the coffee table, speaking in a strong, resonant voice.

  Seeing Zhang Yang looking a little restrained, he smiled and added, "No need to be polite, just treat this as your own home."

  In fact, Zhang Yang wasn’t really intimidated by such occasions—otherwise, he wouldn’t have come alone to discuss cooperation—but whenever he saw Yang Fei, he just couldn’t relax.

  Perhaps Yang Fei also realized her presence might be inappropriate; she glanced at Zhang Yang and said to Yang Shushan, "Grandpa, I’ll head upstairs first."

  Yang Shushan looked at her and nodded. "Have Sister Zhao prepare dinner."

  As soon as Yang Fei left, Yang Shushan got straight to the point. "I won’t bother with introductions. The 'Dragonborn' Project and Nanxing One are already widely known. Professor Shangguan just called me and explained your intentions. I’ve also informed Dean Wang. Zhang Yang, you can discuss the details directly with Dean Wang."

  Dean Wang nodded and continued, "I’ll put it simply—whatever our hospital can do within our capacity, just say the word. We’ll fully cooperate."

  Seeing how smoothly things were going, Zhang Yang felt greatly relieved. After expressing his thanks, he slowly said, "Actually, it’s very simple. All examinations will still be done in the hospital, and we only need the hospital to free up two inpatient floors and provide standard monitoring equipment and medical staff." Zhang Yang thought for a moment and added, "Additionally, I hope the hospital can assign three oncologists to oversee the patients’ progress. Among them, I’d like Dr. Yang Jing to be included."

  "Dr. Yang?"

  The conditions Zhang Yang proposed weren’t unreasonable. The examinations would still be conducted in the hospital, and the hospital could still make a good profit.

  But why did he need oncologists? Their anti-cancer drug only required injection, didn’t it? Even a nurse could handle that.

  Dean Wang couldn’t help turning to look at Yang Shushan, appearing slightly hesitant. He knew well that once Nanxing One hit the market in large quantities, many oncologists would be forced to switch departments. At that time, getting into Zhang Yang’s rehabilitation center would mean a bright future.

  But why did Zhang Yang specifically name her? Could it be that this kid had taken a liking to the hospital’s flower?

  Then again, maybe not so strange—Old Yang had called him over precisely to help him out. Ah well, the hospital’s beauty was as good as taken.

  Yang Shushan seemed intrigued. Looking at Zhang Yang with interest, he asked, "Why Jing’er? Tell me."

  Zhang Yang thought for a moment and decided to be honest. He said calmly, "Healing the world and saving lives is a doctor’s duty, and I believe Dr. Yang truly embodies that. To be frank, my grandfather passed away from liver cancer this year. During his hospitalization, he received excellent care from Dr. Yang. I think her kindness makes her a perfect candidate to lead the future rehabilitation center."

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  Hearing that, Dean Wang exchanged a glance with Yang Shushan. Yang Shushan smiled slightly, looking at Zhang Yang thoughtfully as he nodded. "So, this includes a bit of personal sentiment, doesn’t it?"

  "Yeah." Zhang Yang admitted it without hesitation. Everyone has their personal motives—especially when you don’t know someone else’s abilities. Faced with choosing between a stranger and someone you have a good relationship with, the answer’s obvious.

  "Then do you think Jing’er will agree?" Yang Shushan asked again.

  Zhang Yang thought for a moment before replying, "I’ll do my best to persuade her. Of course, I hope you’ll help too, Elder Yang."

  "Hehe, alright then. In that case, Dean Wang, you might as well agree to his proposal." Yang Shushan smiled as he looked at Zhang Yang. "I hope you succeed, but whether you can convince her will depend on your own ability."

  "Thank you, Elder Yang. I think Sister Jing will agree."

  "Good." Yang Shushan nodded. So far, this young man’s performance had been fairly proper. "Do you have any other details to discuss? If not, Dean Wang can have the agreement prepared."

  Zhang Yang was stunned. So fast!

  "I think I should discuss the matter of costs and profit sharing." Zhang Yang felt it necessary to clarify that—after all, the hospital couldn’t just provide a large space and staff for free.

  Hearing that, Dean Wang and Yang Shushan exchanged glances again before both chuckled. Dean Wang gently patted his knee and nodded. "Alright, let’s hear it."

  "Frankly, if Nanxing One is sold at twenty thousand yuan per ten-milliliter vial, our gross profit is about fifteen thousand. After deducting staff wages, equipment usage, and space management fees, we still net around thirteen thousand. Of course, we also need to recoup the Dragonborn research group’s early investment, so for each vial sold, we’re willing to give the hospital a five-thousand-yuan dividend. What do you think, Dean Wang?"

  The first batch of one thousand vials meant a profit of five million yuan—a huge cake for any hospital, and all they had to do was provide space.

  "Zhang Yang," Yang Shushan said after listening, resting his hand on the sofa arm and rubbing it lightly with a smile. "You’re honest, but in business, you can’t be *too* honest. Don’t you realize you’ve just given Dean Wang more room to bargain with you? Hehe, fine then, let me be frank with you too."

  "Before you came, Dean Wang already told me that the hospital could lease the space to you free of charge. You can also use the staff and facilities for free. However, there’s one condition— even if your rehabilitation center later moves out of Zhongshan Hospital, the Meining Zhongshan Hospital must still be able to directly obtain Nanxing One anti-cancer drugs from you. Can you agree to that?"

  Zhang Yang couldn’t help feeling delighted. Free?

  And the only condition was that Meining Zhongshan Hospital could directly procure Nanxing One from the future Nuwa Pharmaceuticals. That was no problem at all. He knew the hospital was just trying not to be controlled by others in the future. After all, once Nanxing One was mass-produced, if Xingyun Pharmaceuticals, the distributor, got greedy, they’d have no choice but to swallow it. No hospital would willingly give up such a huge market.

  Even if, one day, Nanxing One could eliminate malignant tumors within days like curing a cold, the profits from diagnostics and aftercare would still be astronomical. For a cancer patient—blood tests, CT scans, PET-CTs, MRIs—all cost a fortune. And after treatment, they’d still need follow-ups and recovery. That’s another large sum.

  So even with Nanxing One, the whole treatment process would still cost at least fifty to sixty thousand yuan. Deducting twenty thousand for the drug, the remaining thirty to forty thousand would be pure gain for the hospital.

  If Zhang Yang agreed to direct supply, the hospital could ensure that patients who couldn’t be admitted to his rehab center could still be treated there, forming a healthy complementary relationship.

  As for Zhang Yang, all he had to do was make an understanding agreement with Xingyun Pharmaceuticals, which handled the entire South China region, to designate Meining Zhongshan Hospital as a special supply case.

  "Alright, no problem. I can agree to that," Zhang Yang answered without hesitation.

  "Good. Then I’ll have the agreement ready. Tomorrow morning, we’ll send it to your institute," Dean Wang replied readily.

  In less than an hour, a problem Zhang Yang had thought would be difficult was solved easily.

  After their talk, Dean Wang took his leave from Yang Shushan. Just as Zhang Yang was wondering if he should do the same, Yang Shushan gestured for him to stay put.

  "Stay for dinner before you go," Yang Shushan said, smiling warmly at Zhang Yang. "Just the right time for us two to have a little chat, eh?"

  Zhang Yang nodded. In truth, he was quite interested in this old man before him.

  "Actually, Jing’er mentioned you a long time ago," Yang Shushan said as he carried the kettle to the water dispenser, added some purified water, and set it on the hot plate to boil. Looking at Zhang Yang, he smiled slightly. "You’re the college student who went on a blind date with Feifei, right?"

  Zhang Yang froze. Meanwhile, upstairs, Yang Fei—who had just been about to come down to call her grandfather for dinner—also froze. After a brief hesitation, she stopped at the staircase landing, no longer moving forward. She wanted to hear what the two would say next.

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