Chapter 128 This is a misdiagnosis (please give me more monthly tickets)
Yu Zhiming took Luo Qing's imaging images and consulted an ophthalmologist in the hospital.
He made a similar judgment to Qi Yue.
There is still a possibility that Luo Qing's optic nerve is connected to part of the brain, but the possibility of his vision being restored slightly is quite low.
Yu Zhiming still stubbornly believed that no matter how low the possibility was, it still meant there was hope of success.
For Luo Qing, if there is hope, it is worth trying...
Yu Zhiming still delivered the handwritten letter of apology to the Medical Department during lunch time.
But this time, he came back empty-handed, as both Guan Yue and Director Yang were not there.
Yu Zhiming handed the letter of apology to another staff member who was still in the Medical Department office...
Not long after lunch, Yu Zhiming unexpectedly received a human liver specimen from the hospital's Liver Disease Research Center, which looked relatively healthy.
The young doctor who sent the specimen said that the liver specimen came from a cadaver teacher who had recently died of uterine cancer.
Yu Zhiming has full authority to dispose of this specimen.
This made Yu Zhiming very happy, and he locked himself in the laboratory with the liver specimen...
After 6:30 in the evening, Yu Zhiming, who had satisfied his study addiction once again, returned to the big office and saw Zhou Mo, who had not yet left work, coming to greet him.
"Doctor Yu, Doctor Yu, your letter of apology has been sent to the hospital's work group."
Yu Zhiming was slightly startled, and said casually: "You've already written the self-criticism, are you still worried that others won't read it?"
"Even if I were asked to read my self-criticism in public at a staff meeting, I could handle it with dignity."
He said proudly again: "Zhou Mo, don't forget..."
"I've been scolded by millions of netizens, yet I'm still standing strong. My skin has long been as thick as a wall, impervious to fire and water."
Zhou Mo didn't expect that this guy would be so free and easy and not care about face at all.
She realized that she had been worrying for nothing.
Zhou Mo couldn't help but remind him, "Doctor Yu, the most talked about thing in the work group is not the content of the self-criticism, but your handwriting."
"Let's put it this way, there are all kinds of weird words."
When Yu Zhiming heard this, he didn't care anymore.
"My handwriting is ugly, and my friends and classmates all know it. And it's something you can't hide."
"Let them talk all they want, it's not like I'm going to lose a piece of my flesh anyway."
Zhou Mo was completely convinced by Yu Zhiming. At such a young age, he was not only open-minded, but also open-minded.
This breadth of mind is not comparable to that of ordinary people.
In fact, what Zhou Mo didn't know was that Yu Zhiming's broad-mindedness was also cultivated since childhood.
As a disabled person, it was inevitable to be talked about and gossiped about.
But his ears are super sensitive.
Those people with mouth sores thought they were whispering, but Yu Zhiming heard it clearly.
If he hadn't broadened his mind and pretended not to hear, he would have been angered to death countless times by those vicious words.
Yu Zhiming changed his clothes, tidied up his desk, and then left the office with Zhou Mo, who seemed to be waiting for him.
As Yu Zhiming walked down the stairs, he made sure to keep at least half a meter away from the other person.
He randomly thought of a topic and asked, "Um, has Head Nurse Yan's son come to see you again?"
Zhou Mo nodded gently and said, "He came to see me once, and I told him rather subtly that he wasn't my type."
"I also heard that he's very busy with work now and is exhausted all day long."
"Even if he doesn't want to give up, I think he doesn't have the energy or time to look for me, hehe..."
Yu Zhiming let out a soft "oh".
After the two walked out of the central building, they went to the main entrance of the hospital together.
He suddenly remembered that Zhou Mo said that the hospital had a shortage of parking spaces, so she parked her car in a parking space in the shopping mall diagonally opposite the hospital.
What about the parking problem after he buys the car?
This is not only a parking problem in the hospital, but also parking in the community is also a hassle...
"Doctor Yu, what are you thinking about?"
Yu Zhiming sighed and said, "Teacher Qi suggested that I buy a car, and I'm tempted and ready to buy it."
"I just suddenly thought of the parking problem. It's difficult to deal with."
Zhou Mo snorted lightly, "Doctor Yu, you are different from me. With your current status, if you apply for a parking space from the hospital logistics department, it will definitely be properly arranged as soon as possible."
"Really? That's really great."
Yu Zhiming was so happy that it was clearly visible on his face, without caring at all about Zhou Mo's uncomfortable mood.
At this time, the two were passing by a small square where medical staff and patients could rest and relax.
Yu Zhiming suddenly stopped.
In the northwest corner of the small square, in a relatively remote location near the trash can, three men and one woman, all of whom looked to be in their twenties or thirties, were squeezed on a bench.
What made Yu Zhiming quite angry was that these four guys were smoking there as if no one was around.
Damn it, don’t you know this is a hospital?
Yu Zhiming, who was full of sense of responsibility, immediately changed direction and strode towards the four guys who had no sense of public morality.
Zhou Mo, who had already taken two or three steps forward, suddenly found that Yu Zhiming had not followed him. He turned his head and followed the direction Yu Zhiming was moving, and saw the young men smoking.
She quickly turned around and trotted to catch up with Yu Zhiming.
When he was still three or four meters away from the four young men, Yu Zhiming couldn't help but ask loudly.
"Hey, you guys, don't you know this is a hospital?"
"How can you smoke here?"
Before he finished speaking, a tall and thin young man with flushed cheeks and short red hair jumped up from the bench.
He blew out a puff of cigarette towards Yu Zhiming and said angrily, "I just want to smoke, what's it to you?"
"I'm going to beat myself to death, cough... cough..."
Before the red-haired guy could finish his words, he started coughing violently and even bent over.
The other three young men also stood up.
Zhou Mo's face tightened upon seeing this, and he rushed forward, protecting Yu Zhiming behind him...
The subsequent development did not turn into a bad situation.
The three opponents put out their cigarettes at the first moment.
The young woman among the three patted the back of the red-haired young man who was coughing non-stop, as if trying to relieve his discomfort.
Among them was a young man wearing a tennis cap, who greeted Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo with a smile.
"My friend, please forgive me!"
"We smoke for our own reasons."
The young man in the tennis hat walked closer and lowered his voice as he continued to explain, "My younger brother has just been diagnosed with lung cancer."
"We came over to persuade him to get treatment, but he had a bit of an emotional breakdown and was about to beat himself to death."
"We couldn't persuade him right away, so we had to smoke one with him to calm him down."
The words of the young man in the tennis cap quickly dissipated Yu Zhiming's anger.
Patients who suddenly learn that they have cancer have a variety of initial reactions.
Some people are skeptical and unbelieving, but more people are afraid and panicked.
It is not uncommon to see a self-destructive patient like the one in front of us who has lung cancer and smokes himself to death.
At this moment, the red-haired young man, who had finally stopped coughing, squatted on the ground with his head in his hands and burst into tears.
"Wow...among us, I'm not the biggest smoker, nor am I the oldest..."
"Wow...why did I have to get lung cancer?"
"It's not fair. It's so damn unfair. Woohoo..."
Yu Zhiming thought to himself that when it comes to illness, there is no fairness to anyone, regardless of whether they are rich or poor, young or old.
However, you cried so loudly and with such strength, you don't look like someone who has lung cancer.
Yu Zhiming, feeling a little doubtful, took a step forward and approached the red-haired young man who was squatting on the ground and crying with his head in his hands.
As if to comfort the red-haired young man, he bent down and patted him on the back.
After being patted more than ten times in a row, Yu Zhiming's expression became strange.
"Lung cancer?"
"I don't think so. Where are his examination data and lung images? Show them to me!"
Following Yu Zhiming's words, the young man in the tennis cap took the CT image placed on the long chair.
Yu Zhiming pulled out the image, looked at it in the evening sunlight, and immediately discovered the problem.
Many of the lung features in the images are indeed highly similar to those of lung cancer, especially in the lower part of the right lung, where there are also tumor masses with unusually obvious characteristics.
However, Yu Zhiming did not find this tumor agglomerate during the lung examination just now.
Did I get the wrong film?
It is possible that such a low-level mistake occurred in Huashan Hospital, but the probability is quite low.
Yu Zhiming said to the red-haired young man who was still squatting on the ground, "You, get up and lie on the bench."
"Let me check the front of your face."
The young man in the tennis cap seemed to have noticed something, and while the red-haired young man was stunned, he called his companions and together they helped the red-haired young man back to the bench and pressed him flat...
Yu Zhiming patted and pressed the red-haired young man's right chest a few times, and immediately understood the problem.
"You have a mediastinal tumor."
"The mediastinal tumor, combined with your current pneumonia, causes your lung imaging to show high-level features of lung cancer."
"You don't have lung cancer. This is a misdiagnosis."
Yu Zhiming added, "Most mediastinal tumors are benign, so your problem isn't serious, but we still need to check and confirm..."
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