Monday is Yu Zhiming’s outpatient day.
Arriving at Zhizhen Building at about the same time as usual, Yu Zhiming met his little fan Guo Xin waiting in the corridor on the third underground floor.
"Doctor Yu, the guy I mentioned earlier, who can't control himself when his illness strikes and beats people, even his own family, is unwilling to come to see you."
Seeing Guo Xin's slightly frustrated face, Yu Zhiming smiled and said, "There's nothing to regret. It's his big loss if he doesn't want to come, not ours."
Guo Xin nodded and said, "I think he's probably feigning illness. He knows you're so capable and is afraid of being exposed, so he's making excuses and doesn't dare to come."
Yu Zhiming smiled softly. After hearing this guy say "making all kinds of excuses", he advised: "We have a saying in our profession: doctors don't knock on doors. Also, medicine can't cure fatal diseases. Buddha saves those who are destined to be saved. Generally, they won't take the initiative to treat others."
"Don't be too enthusiastic."
Guo Xin said embarrassedly, "Doctor Yu, I understand. It's my fault. I made myself look like a medical scalper."
Yu Zhiming smiled and continued, "Guo Xin, the person you mentioned who even beats his family members when his condition flares up, I remember reading an article about him saying he might have alien hand syndrome."
"Alien Hand Syndrome?"
Guo Xin repeated it, his eyes widening, and asked excitedly, "Doctor Yu, what is this disease?"
Yu Zhiming explained, "This is an unusual neurological condition. The patient's hand seems to be controlled by another person, and the hand will behave independently and uncontrollably."
Guo Xin asked to confirm, "Can you hit others without being controlled?"
Yu Zhiming nodded and said, "Not only will he hit others, he might even hit himself or strangle himself..."
To put it simply, alien hand syndrome is a problem with the "communication" between the two hemispheres of the brain, causing one side of the brain, usually the non-dominant side, to "privately" issue commands, causing the corresponding limb to perform all kinds of strange behaviors.
People with this symptom often feel that their body and hand are not connected, as if the hand is not a part of their body.
Therefore, patients are unaware of the complex movements that sometimes occur with the alien hand, such as unbuttoning a shirt or using tools to tear clothes into pieces.
Clinically, patients often make "cross-purpose" movements, which are manifested as extremely uncoordinated movements of the left and right hands, and sometimes they often go against each other.
For example, when the patient tightens the faucet with his right hand, his left hand cannot help but loosen it; when he opens the door with his right hand, his left hand will close the door.
Guo Xin said with an "oh" and said excitedly, "If that person isn't pretending, it's possible that he really has this disease."
"Doctor Yu, can this disease be cured? Is it easy to cure?"
Yu Zhiming shook his head and said, "This condition usually occurs as a sequelae of brain infection, stroke, or brain surgery. It is also occasionally seen in patients with brain trauma, cerebrovascular disease, brain tumors, and dementia."
"Currently, there is no effective treatment for alien hand syndrome. The best solution is to provide the alien hand with something to play with, distracting it and preventing it from doing anything harmful to the patient or others."
Guo Xin let out a long sigh and said, "Doctor Yu, I will inform that person of your judgment."
After a pause, she asked expectantly, "Doctor Yu, I'm on vacation now. Can I stay here as a volunteer?"
"I can do anything. I'm not afraid of hardship or fatigue."
Yu Zhiming declined politely, "The work here is highly specialized, and similar work will be done by interns."
"You should stick to your original summer vacation plan and travel around to see the scenery and culture of different places..."
When Yu Zhiming sent the little fan away and was about to start his outpatient work, he received a call from Yu Shiquan.
"Doctor Yu, after careful consideration, I have decided to accept your invitation and work at Huashan Second Hospital next year."
This news naturally made Yu Zhiming very happy, but he also felt a little regretful.
If he had extended the invitation at that time, the other party would have gladly accepted it, which would have shown his extraordinary personal charm and that the relationship between the two sides had reached a certain level.
Now Yu Shiquan accepted the invitation after careful consideration, which can only be the result of weighing the pros and cons.
However, Yu Zhiming also knew that he was being pretentious.
It is simply unrealistic to expect a successful middle-aged person to make emotional decisions like a young person.
Yu Zhiming expressed his joy and warm welcome to Dr. Yu Shiquan over the phone.
Naturally, he also agreed to a request from Dr. Yu and performed a tumor examination on a patient with an intraspinal tumor in the cervical spine.
After finishing the call with Dr. Yu, Yu Zhiming couldn't help but think of a patient with intraspinal tumor some time ago.
At that time, the patient's daughter came to ask him to help contact Dr. Sakurada, but in the end the other party gave up on his own, and the operation was performed by a neurosurgeon from Huashan Hospital.
Yu Zhiming checked the hospital system on his tablet and discovered that the patient's surgery had failed. He hadn't regained consciousness since the surgery, and his condition had worsened ten days later. His family had given up on trying to save him.
At twelve o'clock noon, Yu Zhiming finished his morning outpatient work and returned to his soundproof office for lunch.
Zhou Mo came forward a few steps, his eyes burning with anger as he asked, "Doctor Yu, would you like to have the famous paintings by Monet and Picasso, the original works by Wu Daozi, and the various gold artifacts weighing no less than ten kilograms that were stolen from our country?"
Yu Zhiming rolled his eyes and asked, "What kind of sweet dream are you having? If I want something, will others give it to me?"
Zhou Mo chuckled and said, "That's about right. The treasures I mentioned are kept in a private museum in France. As long as you, Doctor Yu, are willing to sell them, they will all be yours."
Yu Zhiming raised his eyelids and looked at Zhou Mo, signaling this guy to stop keeping him in suspense and speak quickly.
Zhou Mo chuckled and said, "I just happened to find this news today when I was bored. The owner of these treasures claims to have the safest safe in the world."
"He publicly announced three years ago that anyone who could open the safe using non-violent means could take all the treasures worth hundreds of millions of dollars without paying a penny."
"Doctor Yu, this should be a piece of cake for you, right?"
Yu Zhiming snorted softly and said, "You believe that? This is obviously a gimmick to attract tourists."
"If someone could really open the safe, who would be willing to give up such valuable things?"
Zhou Mo chuckled, "This should be a public contract. Aren't those Western guys just pretending to abide by the spirit of the contract? We're opening the safe in front of everyone. If the owner breaks the contract and takes him to court, will the court still protect him?"
Yu Zhiming shook his head and said, "I think it's risky. Isn't there a challenge to take gold from a glass cabinet with one hand?"
"I heard someone practiced really hard and finally completed the challenge, but then they didn't give them the gold."
Zhou Mo tempted, "Doctor Yu, do you really not want to give it a try? These are treasures worth hundreds of millions. The original work of Wu Daozi alone is a national treasure of our country."
She went on to say, "You don't even need to show up in this matter; you can control it remotely."
"Also, we can ask a reputable person to come forward and make sure the other party doesn't dare to break the contract!"
"Furthermore, we can create hype online and make the matter bigger, so they won't dare to go back on their word."
Yu Zhiming reached out and knocked on the coffee table, saying, "Let's eat first. I still have work to do in the afternoon..."
(End of this chapter)
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