Chapter 127 High-sounding
The next morning, Yu Zhiming rode his bicycle and arrived at the shantytown about ten minutes earlier than usual.
He immediately saw Luo Qing, who was waiting at the fork in the alley, wearing a simple long dress and looking like a willow in the wind.
"Good morning, Luo Qing!"
"Good morning, Dr. Yu!"
Yu Zhiming took the big bag containing medical imaging films from Luo Qing.
"It will probably take a day or two before I can get back to you."
Luo Qingqian smiled and said, "Doctor Yu, don't worry, I'm very patient. You should focus on your work first..."
Yu Zhiming rushed back to the large office of the Qi Yue Medical Research Center, changed into a white coat, put on his work badge, and signed in on his work tablet.
Then he sat down at his desk, took out the half-written self-criticism from his briefcase, and began to write.
It was too late when I returned home from the emergency room last night.
Yu Zhiming had no choice but to use the time he used to read and study this morning to write his self-criticism.
However, he had never written this before and didn't know how to start, so he had to look at a few example essays on the Internet.
After Yu Zhiming understood the writing techniques and spirit from the example essay, he made appropriate modifications based on his own actual situation, and a profound self-criticism letter took shape.
It’s just that the morning time is a little short.
Yu Zhiming had to return to the office and, while the ideas in his mind were still fresh, he hurried to write the second half of his self-criticism...
He was so absorbed in his writing that he almost forgot about it. It was not until he finished writing and signed his name in a flamboyant manner at the end that he realized Zhou Mo was standing next to him.
Zhou Mo looked at Yu Zhiming's self-criticism. She still held a rag in her right hand and subconsciously wiped the pot of jade plant on Yu Zhiming's desk back and forth.
Zhou Mo said it and did it.
Nearly a month has passed, and the jade plant given to Yu Zhiming has become even greener under her care.
Yu Zhiming shook the three pieces of paper filled with words in his hand and asked, "What do you think?"
"Isn't this a profound misconception of yourself?"
Zhou Mo nodded and said, "It's sincere and heartfelt, and the understanding is on point. This is an excellent self-criticism."
"It's just that this handwriting is hard to describe."
Zhou Mo pointed out the shortcomings tactfully and suggested, "How about I print it out for you and you sign it yourself?"
Yu Zhiming glanced at his own handwriting, which was scribbled and scribbled like that of a delinquent boy, and said, "Handwriting shows more sincerity."
"There's nothing I can do about my ugly handwriting. I didn't practice it well when I was young, and I can't correct it now."
"The mission is accomplished, so let's leave it at that."
Yu Zhiming put away the letter of apology, and Zhou Mo's lowered voice rang in his ears again.
"Doctor Yu, I heard that when Dr. Chi Yan, the head of the psychiatry department, was giving you a psychological consultation, you diagnosed him with cancer?"
"Has it spread?" Yu Zhiming asked back.
Zhou Mo nodded and said, "Yes, it's spread in the work group! Doctor Chi, esophageal cancer, early stage."
"Um, um, can I ask why you're going for counseling again?"
Yu Zhiming raised his eyelids and glanced at her, then asked bluntly, "You're still asking me what's wrong?"
"Didn't you complain to Teacher Qi that the way I dissected pathological organs was a little perverted and scary?"
this……
Zhou Mo's face turned red immediately.
She explained sheepishly, "I'm a girl, not a medical professional. Seeing you chopping up those human organs into pieces, it's natural for me to be scared."
"You can't blame me for this."
"Although I've been working in the hospital for two years, I've never seen such a bloody and disgusting scene."
Yu Zhiming waved his hands and said, "So, I don't blame you."
"From now on, when I'm in the lab, if you need anything, just call me outside the door."
"I can hear you."
Zhou Mo said "oh" and asked with concern: "Doctor Yu, do you still need psychological counseling?"
Yu Zhiming shook his head and said, "No need."
"Dr. Chi said that I was mentally healthy and didn't need any counseling."
These words made Zhou Mo secretly breathe a sigh of relief...
After Teacher Qi finished his ward rounds in the morning, Yu Zhiming returned to the big office, took out Luo Qing's three MRI images, and took a look at them.
He noticed that these MRI images were taken at Binhai Huiming Eye Hospital two years ago.
Yu Zhiming placed the image on the wall projector.
He carefully examined the three sets of cranial and optic nerve images, and his heart sank again and again.
The situation is very bad.
In the image, the optic nerve can be clearly seen torn apart from the brain at its root.
There are many blood clots of different sizes that have not yet dissolved distributed at the torn area.
It can be seen how serious the injury to this area was at the time. There are still a lot of blood clots from the overflowed blood.
"Brain tumor?"
Yu Zhiming turned to look at Zhou Mo who had come to his side and replied, "No, those are blood clots of various sizes."
"This image primarily shows the damage to the optic nerve. It's almost completely torn from its connection to the brain..."
Having said this, Yu Zhiming suddenly stopped.
He seemed to say "almost," meaning that the optic nerve should still be partially connected to the brain.
Yu Zhiming looked at the image again and found that part of the area was blocked by a blood clot.
From this image, he couldn't tell whether the connection between the optic nerve and the brain was completely torn.
Suddenly, Yu Zhiming understood why he subconsciously judged it as "almost" instead of completely torn apart.
Nerves are elastic.
If it is a complete tear, it will atrophy, but it will not be like this now. After several years, the length of the optic nerve in the image remains the same.
This little discovery gave Yu Zhiming a little hope.
The possibility of Luo Qing regaining some vision has not completely disappeared.
Yu Zhiming excitedly pulled Teacher Qi over from the next office to look at the image chart, and told him his little discovery and analysis.
Qi Yue knew that this was Yu Zhiming's own experience, which made him feel an extraordinary sense of empathy for this girl who accidentally became blind.
Although Qi Yue didn't want to extinguish this kid's hope, he still had to remind him to be realistic.
"Zhiming, I agree with your suggestion that the optic nerve may still be partially connected. It is indeed possible."
"But the girl's injuries were so severe, and so many years have passed. I think the possibility of even restoring some of her vision, let alone light perception, is very slim."
"I suggest you stop wasting your time."
Yu Zhiming insisted, "Teacher, as long as there is hope and possibility, we need to give it a try."
"For blind people, especially those who lost their sight accidentally like Luo Qing, it's hard for outsiders to understand how strong their desire to see again is."
"Unless it's absolutely certain there's no hope, I personally believe Luo Qing won't give up treatment."
"If the patient doesn't give up, then I naturally can't give up either."
Seeing that his persuasion was unsuccessful, Qi Yue turned to ask, "Then how do you plan to help her?"
Yu Zhiming pondered for a moment and said, "First, determine the extent of her optic nerve injury."
"The resolution of this MRI image is a bit low, and it was taken two years ago."
"Dean Gu boasted that Ning'an's MRI machine is the most advanced in the country. If Luo Qing agrees, I will take her to Ning'an for another examination."
"We will make the next plan based on the inspection results."
Qi Yue asked again: "An important question, money."
"Do the girl and her family have enough money to receive relevant examinations and treatment?"
"Or, are you generous enough to give it to her?"
this……
Eye-related examinations and treatments are quite expensive.
Apart from anything else, during the two or three years when Yu Zhiming's eyesight gradually recovered, he never stopped taking nutritional supplements and medicines.
During that period, the living standards of my family and my sisters' families were greatly affected.
Yu Zhiming thought for a moment and said, "I'll first ask about her financial situation. If it's not good, I'll shamelessly apply for some preferential treatment for her, or get some financial aid or something."
"You won't contribute yourself?" Qi Yue asked with a smile.
Yu Zhiming said righteously: "With my personal financial resources, I can help one or two people, but I can't help more people."
"As a doctor, I strive to improve my medical skills so that more patients can get a diagnosis and recover from my illness without taking detours. This is my greatest charity as a doctor."
Zhou Mo, who was standing aside, tried hard to keep a straight face and not let himself laugh.
This guy thought he cared so much about his patients, but when faced with the reality of real money, his true colors were immediately revealed and he backed off.
And he said it so righteously, no one else can do that...
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