Chapter 31 Frozen to Death in Summer
The lunch break was short, and because Jiang Xiyan delayed him for quite some time, Wang Chunyuan had no choice but to take Yu Zhiming to the hospital staff cafeteria for a quick meal.
The food in the cafeteria has a wide variety and looks nutritious and delicious, but the taste is disappointing when you actually eat it.
In addition to the taste, the sweet and light seasoning also made Yu Zhiming a little uncomfortable.
Food cannot be wasted.
Yu Zhiming tried hard to eat the food on the plate and heard a lot of information from Dr. Wang Chunyuan.
For example, the lung fluke infection in Vice President Yuan Qi's body is not serious, but one or two months of deworming and anti-parasitic treatment is essential.
Vice President Yuan may need to rest for a while.
For example, Dr. Qi has a very rich emotional life.
In addition to his current wife, a beautiful model, he has three ex-wives and several children.
It is said that he also had several confidantes.
"Um, Doctor Yu, there's a rumor circulating in the hospital saying that you're his illegitimate child who was left in Lu Province."
Yu Zhiming was disgusted.
"How could there be such irresponsible rumors?"
Wang Chunyuan sneered and said, "Director Qi has always left us with the impression of being a person who always does things his own way, and he usually gets criticized quite a lot."
"He defended you in many ways, even threatening to resign in exchange for the hospital making an exception and admitting you."
Wang Chunyuan looked at Yu Zhiming and sighed, "Zhiming, if I hadn't met and understood you over the past two days, I would have believed this rumor without a doubt."
"I now understand that Director Qi's strong support for you is entirely out of his love and respect for your talent."
Wang Chunyuan sighed, "If I were to meet a medical genius as talented and gifted as you, I would do my best to take him under my wing, just like he did..."
After a brief lunch, Wang Chunyuan left first to see the patient he had made an appointment with.
Yu Zhiming didn't expect the physical examination to be over so quickly. The agreed time with Teacher Qi last night was four o'clock in the afternoon.
Yu Zhiming, who had nothing to do for the time being, began to visit the hospital.
In fact, he was just wandering around aimlessly.
Huashan Hospital has more than 3,000 employees, 40 to 50 departments and medical research centers of various sizes, more than 2,000 beds, and 30 to 40 buildings of various heights.
Add to that the varying numbers of ground parking areas, small squares and gardens for patients to move around and rest, and the area occupied is really not small.
Yu Zhiming estimated that even if there were not 500 or 600 acres, there should be 300 or 400 acres.
It is more than three or four times larger than the county hospital where he works.
But what bothered Yu Zhiming the most was the noise level, which was more than five or six times louder than that of the county hospital.
The sound of ambulances rushing back and forth never stopped.
Yu Zhiming would occasionally hear loud cries or painful groans from the buildings he passed by.
"This adaptation process is painful and long."
Yu Zhiming rubbed his temples vigorously to relieve the headache.
Just as he took out the noise-canceling earbuds from his pocket and was about to put them on, his cell phone suddenly rang.
It is a local landline number in Binhai.
Yu Zhiming answered the phone.
"Hello, comrade. I'm Jin Feng, a police officer from the Xinyuan Subdistrict Police Station in Binhai Nanjiang District!"
"Would you like to call now?"
Yu Zhiming replied softly: "It's convenient, you say!"
"Comrade, I need to check with you first. Did you call the police at 11 o'clock last night?"
Yu Zhiming hummed, then asked worriedly, "Is there a problem?"
"Comrade officer, I was just worried and just in case. I didn't mean to cause any trouble."
The other party chuckled and said, "Don't worry, comrade. We welcome your report to the police."
"It was because of your call to the police last night that we were able to successfully catch a criminal."
"Comrade, it is like this..."
The other party introduced: "After interrogating overnight, we found that he used the private photos he took secretly to blackmail many people."
"Our police are further collecting facts about his crimes, as well as some information about the victims."
"Comrade, if you have ever been blackmailed by him..."
Yu Zhiming interrupted, "No, I have never been blackmailed by him. I am just an ordinary person who came to Binhai for business."
"By chance, I discovered his misconduct."
"To be honest, when he was lying there taking pictures, I thought he was an enemy agent or a killer carrying out an assassination."
"That's why I called the police in a panic. After I called, I thought you would think I was playing a prank."
The police officer smiled and said, "We will always be vigilant and take every call seriously."
He added in a serious tone, "Comrade, we will keep every call to the police confidential."
"We will also keep every victim's identity confidential..."
Yu Zhiming explained again: "Comrade police, I am really not a victim..."
After finishing the call with the police, Yu Zhiming realized that he had walked into the parking area without realizing it.
Glancing at the surrounding vehicles, he found that they were either BMWs, Mercedes-Benzes, Audis, or Cayennes.
"Big cities are different. They have nice cars everywhere."
Yu Zhiming sighed and walked away.
He had just taken two steps when he suddenly stopped.
There was a strange sound of squeaking and electrical discharge, which broke into Yu Zhiming's eardrums.
It was a harsh noise that he quite disliked.
Yu Zhiming turned his head and saw a Cayenne new energy vehicle, the same model that Teacher Qi was driving last night.
He pulled out a stack of palm-sized notepaper and a pen from his jacket pocket.
As a young doctor still studying, Yu Zhiming has developed the habit of carrying paper and pen with him.
He wrote on a notepad.
"I heard a squeaking noise from your car."
To be honest, Yu Zhiming's handwriting is a bit ugly, just at the level of a bad middle school student.
He didn't really pick up a pen to write until he was fourteen or fifteen years old. His heavy workload left him no time to practice his calligraphy properly.
When I wanted to practice calligraphy again, it had become a natural habit.
He only has his own signature now, which he can write in a flourishing style, which is worth seeing...
Finally, Yu Zhiming stuck the sticky note on the front windshield of the Cayenne and pressed it with the wipers...
At this time, his cell phone rang again.
Yu Zhiming took out his cell phone and saw that it was a video call from his nephew Fu Xiaobo.
This made him feel a little strange.
This eldest nephew is only two years younger than him. They grew up together and have a very good relationship.
But now one of them is working in the provincial capital with his father as an interior decorator, and the other is a doctor, so they don’t keep in touch very often.
When Yu Zhiming connected the video call, he heard Fu Xiaobo's anxious and panicked voice coming from the phone.
"Uncle, uncle, something happened. This guy is cold and his heart is almost dead. Can you come and see what's going on?"
Yu Zhiming saw through the shaking video a man curled up on a piece of cardboard.
"Don't shake your phone!" Yu Zhiming shouted.
The camera on the phone quickly became stable.
Yu Zhiming saw that the man's face was a little blue, his lips were purple and trembling, and his hands were like chicken claws, shaking constantly.
"What happened?"
Yu Zhiming asked, and then said in a deep voice: "Xiao Bo, don't be anxious, take a few deep breaths, and then speak slowly!"
After a moment, Fu Xiaobo's voice, much calmer, came out of the phone again.
"Uncle, he and I did some heavy work this morning, moving a lot of renovation materials to the room on the fifth floor."
"After dinner, he and I rested."
"Liu San turned the air conditioner on very low. I felt cold, so I went to another room to rest."
Hearing this, Yu Zhiming immediately interrupted and asked, "How high is the air conditioner?"
"18 degrees!"
"Xiao Bo, go and feel his underwear. Are they wet?"
As Yu Zhiming said this, the camera image on the phone shook again.
Fu Xiaobo's voice sounded again.
"Uncle, his clothes are wet."
Yu Zhiming said loudly: "He should have hypothermia, or you could say he's about to freeze to death."
He then ordered, "Quickly take off his wet clothes, move him to another room, and slowly warm him up."
"Have you called 120?"
"I have already called, uncle."
Yu Zhiming uttered, "Xiao Bo, just do as I say and wait for the ambulance to arrive..."
After ending the video call with Fu Xiaobo, Yu Zhiming felt a little strange.
It would be unbearable to get hypothermia in the summer and freeze to death.
Hypothermia refers to a condition in which the loss of body heat is greater than the replenishment of body heat, resulting in a drop in core body temperature and hypothermia reactions such as chills, confusion, and cardiopulmonary failure.
When the core body temperature drops to between 30 and 33 degrees, the internal organs will suffer from "frostbite", which can have fatal consequences.
The Liu San mentioned by Fu Xiaobo, although it was summer, was wearing sweat-soaked clothes and was blowing in the 18-degree cool breeze, which would cause the body heat to be lost quickly in a short period of time.
It's understandable that he got hypothermia...
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