Chapter 642: Clown Doll, Don’t Throw It Away
Department of Thoracic Surgery, Binhai University Hospital, Dr. Lou’s office.
"Ms. Zhou, thank you for your message!"
Dr. Lou Xinghua ended the call with Zhou Mo and looked at the middle-aged couple sitting opposite each other in the reception area, and a middle-aged man with a pot belly and a slicked-back hairstyle.
"You all heard what was said on the phone. This heart deformity correction surgery can only be postponed until after the Spring Festival."
The husband, a middle-aged couple with a face full of age, said anxiously, "Doctor Lou, didn't you say that my son's condition is a little serious and the sooner the surgery, the better?"
Lou Xinghua admitted, "That's true, but given your son's heart condition, without Dr. Yu's assistance, the chances of my surgery being successful would be less than 10%."
"Are you sure you want me to have the surgery now?"
The patient's mother looked somewhat helpless and asked, "Can you please contact Dr. Yu again?"
"We are willing to pay, and give more money!"
Lou Xinghua sighed and said, "This isn't a matter of money. Doctor Yu doesn't lack money."
"Well, you heard it too. The refusal of the heart donor led Dr. Yu to believe the child was becoming world-weary and had little desire to live."
"He was a little pessimistic that the child could survive the surgery."
"Well, Dr. Yu's perspective on the issue is somewhat unique, but I have to say, there is some truth to it."
Lou Xinghua stood up and said, "I'll ask a psychologist to have a good talk with your son. If this problem isn't properly addressed, it will indeed affect the success rate of the surgery."
"That's all for today..."
The patient's parents left the office in despair.
As soon as they left the office, the patient's father dragged the man with a pot belly into the stairwell and started questioning him in a low voice.
"Is this your arrangement?"
"If I had waited another week, my son would have died."
The man with the pot belly straightened his clothes, which had been pulled a little messily, and said slowly, "Have you received all the money I promised you?"
"Is there a single cent missing?"
"Also, is Dr. Lou the best and most skilled doctor in Binhai for corrective heart deformity surgery?"
"As for Dr. Yu?"
The man with a pot belly said helplessly, "Brother, I really didn't know he went back to his hometown to celebrate the Spring Festival."
"At Dr. Yu's level, no one can force him to do anything he doesn't want to do."
The patient's father growled with red eyes, "I don't care, I don't care! No matter what method you use, you must make sure that Doctor Yu rushes to Binhai tomorrow."
"Otherwise, I will tell everyone everything. My son will not survive, and neither will you."
The man with a general's belly choked lightly and said nonchalantly, "Go ahead and reveal whatever you want."
"Anyway, the heart has already been successfully transplanted into my eldest brother's body. How can it be dug out again?"
After a pause, he showed a sarcastic expression again.
"Besides, did I deceive you then?"
"Around 500,000 yuan for surgery and recovery? And then around 100,000 to 200,000 yuan a year for follow-up examinations and anti-rejection treatment?"
"Did I exaggerate on purpose?"
"Even if your son's heart deformity correction surgery has a success rate of only about 30% to 40%, I'll be honest."
"It was you who made the choice to forgo a heart transplant and take the risk of deformity correction surgery."
"To be exact..."
The man with a pot belly's gaze suddenly became sharp, piercing into the patient's father's eyes.
"You chose money over your son."
The patient's father's lips trembled, and he slowly squatted down, covering his face and sobbing...
Around noon, in a farmer's house in Lishuiji, Liyang County, Shandong Province, thousands of miles away from the coast.
Eleven people in total, including Yu's father and mother, eldest sister's family of four, second brother-in-law, Yu Xiangwan and Zhang Bai, Yu Zhiming and Qing Ning, were sitting around the square dining table and having lunch.
There were four dishes on the table.
A large pot full of braised chicken pieces and lotus root, a braised crucian carp and tofu, plus two vegetarian dishes: shredded cabbage and stir-fried tofu with celery.
The staple food is rice.
Just have a simple meal at noon, the real feast is naturally the extremely sumptuous New Year’s Eve dinner.
Qing Ning, who hadn't eaten rice for three or four days, took a few mouthfuls of rice and showed a satisfied expression on his face.
Seeing this, Yu Ma quickly instructed: "When you cook next time, remember to steam some rice. Don't always make noodles."
Yu Chaoxia, Yu Xiangwan and others responded.
Qing Ning said a little embarrassedly: "Mom, after being with Zhiming, I've actually gotten used to eating noodles."
"It's just that the steamed rice today is so delicious that I couldn't help but eat a few more bites."
"Mom, where is this rice produced?"
Yu Zhiming chuckled and said, "It's just ordinary rice bought from the store. I don't think it tastes that good."
Qing Ning glanced at him and said, "It must be that Mom added just the right amount of water, just the right amount, and it's also good when steamed."
“That’s why it tastes so good.”
Yu Zhiming corrected him: "You might as well praise the taste of our water, that would be more appropriate."
"My mom can only steam rice two or three times a year. How can her rice-steaming skills be so high..."
Suddenly noticing that his mother was looking at him with some hostility, Yu Zhiming quickly shut his mouth and concentrated on picking up the food.
Qing Ning giggled and said, "Mom, I've already learned how to make dumplings with bread. I'll make dumplings for everyone when I get a chance."
Yu Ma smiled and said, "Qingning is a beautiful and kind person. The dumplings she made with care must be delicious."
Yu Zhiming grinned to himself.
Although the lime dumplings looked similar, I was just helping out and had never had the experience of making the whole thing.
Otherwise, this guy would definitely show off by making him a plate of dumplings first.
Alas, in order to show off, I started to brag...
At this time, Xiaoxue chirped and said, "Today I delivered Spring Festival couplets to several families on behalf of Grandpa. They all praised me for becoming more beautiful."
"Uncle, am I one of those girls who changes a lot as they grow older? I'm getting prettier and prettier."
Yu Zhiming nodded gently and said, "That's true. You were indeed uglier when you were a child."
Xiaoxue pouted and said, "Mom, was I really ugly when I was a kid?"
Xiao Bo chuckled and said, "Xiao Xue, you were indeed a bit ugly when you were little. I didn't even want to take you out to play."
"But you do look very good now."
He sighed with regret again, "Remember that girl named Tingting? She was so pretty when she was little. I even said I'd marry her when she grew up."
"Now he's completely disabled."
Yu Zhaoxia also sighed softly: "That girl was really loved by everyone when she was young, but she became more and more ordinary as she grew up."
Yu Zhiming started showing off his science knowledge again.
"As a person grows and develops, their face doesn't grow in equal proportion, and their facial features grow at different rates, so as they grow, they become unbalanced."
"Therefore, there's no need to rush to throw away the clown dolls you had when you were little. After a dozen years, there's a chance that the ugly duckling, like Xiaoxue, will turn into a white swan."
"As for those who were good-looking when they were young, don't be too proud. There's a good chance they'll grow up ugly in the future."
Amidst everyone's laughter, Xiao Bo asked, "Uncle, how do you tell if a child will become good-looking or ugly in the future?"
Yu Zhiming laughed and said, "Look at my parents."
"A child's appearance may inherit the facial features of both parents with a probability of about 50%."
"However, because some genes are dominant and some are recessive, some children's facial features may be more like their fathers, while others may be more like their mothers."
"If both parents have good looks, the child will most likely not grow up to be ugly."
Xiao Bo looked at Xiao Xue, then at his parents, and said with a look of relief, "Fortunately, Xiao Xue and I look more like our mother."
Yu Chaoxia chuckled at first, then became serious again.
"Xiaobo, Xiaoxue, your dad was actually quite a handsome guy when he was young, otherwise I wouldn't have chosen him."
"It's just that he's been working hard outside for so many years, trying to make money, so he became darker and uglier."
Xiaoxue held her father's arm and said in a sweet voice, "In my heart, Dad has always been the most handsome and the best-looking."
"He's even better looking than my uncle."
Zhang Bai looked at his brother-in-law and Yu Zhiming and chuckled, "After such a quick look, Zhiming and my brother-in-law do have some similarities in their facial features."
Yu Zhiming said casually, "Of course. I was raised by my eldest sister and her husband. Living together for so many years, it's natural that we grow more and more alike."
Zhang Bai added, "I've also heard that couples who live together for a long time tend to look more and more alike."
Yu Zhiming nodded and said, "That's what I said..."
Just then, Yu Zhiming's cell phone rang again.
He took out his cell phone and saw that it was Gu Qingran calling again.
Yu Zhiming came to the yard with his mobile phone and answered the call.
"Dean Gu, it'd be best if you called this time because it's something really important or urgent."
"Zhiming, something really happened."
Gu Qingran's voice on the phone was a little low.
"I've returned to my hometown and just heard some very sad news. A friend of mine, a junior high school classmate, passed away unexpectedly some time ago."
"Please accept my condolences!"
Yu Zhiming said something perfunctorily to comfort her, then urged, "You'd better just tell me what's going on. I'm having lunch right now."
"Okay, I'll get straight to the point."
Gu Qingran said on the phone: "My classmate came back from a party tonight and drank a little too much."
"He was on the fifth-floor balcony making a phone call when he accidentally flipped over the balcony railing and fell. He ultimately died despite medical attention."
"My classmate has a habit of recording phone calls."
"The police inspected the accident scene and analyzed the phone recordings from the time of the accident. They found nothing unusual and concluded the accident was an accident."
After a pause, Gu Qingran said, "Zhiming, I'd like you to listen to his last phone recording."
"Use your listening skills to determine whether he fell accidentally or for some other reason..."
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