Around six o'clock in the afternoon, in the oncology inpatient building.
A young man with short, shaggy hair rushed into the triple-bed room No. 11 on the sixth floor and walked a few steps to bed No. 3 next to the window.
Sitting on the hospital bed was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face, weak legs and half-open eyes.
On the other side of the bed, there sat a middle-aged woman with a tired face, feeding the middle-aged man apples in small pieces with a small fork.
"Mom, mom, don't feed my dad any fruit yet."
The short-haired young man lowered his voice and said anxiously, "Put some makeup on my dad first, so he looks better."
Seeing that his parents had stopped eating and feeding him and were looking at him inquiringly, the young man leaned closer to them.
"I just got some solid news..."
He lowered his voice even further, almost whispering, "Wait a moment, Dr. Yu Zhiming will come to the ward to select suitable patients for the trial treatment."
"The first condition is good physical condition and mental state..."
The young man with short hair stopped talking midway, blinked his eyes, and was surprised to see his father lift the quilt and get out of the bed, pace back and forth at the head of the bed, and even expand his chest.
This, this...
The young man turned his head to look at his mother and saw an expression that was difficult to describe and also contained a hint of anger.
I feel so tired!
I’m really tired!
During these days, my father was fed by my mother mouthful by mouthful. Not only that, but she also washed his feet, face, and brushed his teeth while he lay in bed.
The only time he went to the bathroom was when his son carried him there with great difficulty.
It turned out that my father was not so weak that he couldn't get out of bed or walk on his own...
At around 6:40 in the afternoon, Yu Zhiming, who had just finished dinner in the cafeteria, walked out of the elevator accompanied by Director Nie of the Oncology Department, Doctor Tang Jianxiong and more than a dozen other medical staff members, and saw an unusual scene.
In the long and narrow corridor of the inpatient building, one patient after another in hospital gowns showed off their vibrant bodies.
Some are jogging and jumping!
There are people doing radio gymnastics!
There are leg stretches!
There are people dancing!
And push-ups...
At first glance, this doesn't look like the solemn atmosphere of a cancer hospital ward. I thought it was recess time at school.
Director Nie looked embarrassed.
The lice on a bald man's head clearly show that the news has leaked out.
"Doctor Yu, this, this..."
Yu Zhiming chuckled and said, "That's great. It saves a lot of trouble. Let's just ask those patients in the corridor who are under 60 years old to come to me for examination."
In an examination room temporarily set up at the nurses' station, Yu Zhiming spent more than three hours examining a total of 41 cancer patients.
He selected seven of them.
Four boys and three girls.
Two had stomach cancer, two had intestinal cancer, and one each of breast cancer, cervical cancer, and ovarian cancer.
With fifty-six ginseng life-extending pills as his support, Yu Zhiming could be considered extravagant tonight.
Of course, he did not foolishly announce the list of candidates on the spot. Instead, he handed the list to Director Nie and Dr. Tang before leaving the oncology department.
Next, the two of them will have to sign a clinical volunteer agreement with the selected patients and rearrange the wards.
Also, arrange the surgery plan overnight.
Because we need to accommodate Yu Zhiming's schedule, the surgeries are scheduled to be two tomorrow morning, one in the afternoon, and two in the evening.
On Wednesday morning, two...
After half past ten in the evening, Zhou Mo drove the stretcher out of Huashan Hospital and drove into the fast lane home.
She glanced at Yu Zhiming, who was slumped in the passenger seat, resting with his eyes closed, and couldn't help asking, "Are you stressed?"
Zhou Mo further explained, "Doctor Yu, when you judged a patient to be unsuitable and finally decided to give up on him, you must have been struggling and feeling pained, right?"
"One chance for treatment means one hope for life."
Yu Zhiming opened his eyes, adjusted his sitting position, and said slowly, "Looking at your sentimental questions, I know you are not suitable to be a doctor, otherwise you would be so depressed that you would jump off the building."
"Being a doctor requires a big heart and often requires making decisions about the lives of patients."
"Why so much pain and struggle? If it works, it works. If it doesn't, it doesn't. There's no need to overthink it."
Zhou Mo chuckled and said, "So, now I am just an assistant to you, the great doctor, responsible for handling miscellaneous matters."
"Hey, Doctor Yu, have you ever thought about the thirty-four people you gave up today?"
"In order to win you the opportunity to receive treatment, they are also trying their best to perform. Many of them are sweating so much that it looks like they have been washed with water."
Yu Zhiming said slowly: "I won't think about them. I will only think that I gave those seven people a chance to live today."
"Zhou Mo, you have to understand that I'm not omnipotent. I succeeded by saving those I could."
Zhou Mo nodded slightly and said, "This should be the difference between optimism and pessimism."
"Doctor Yu, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought up this topic and affected your mood."
Yu Zhiming said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter. If I were so easily influenced, I wouldn't be who I am now."
After a pause, he changed the subject.
"My eldest nephew Fu Xiaobo broke up with his girlfriend. If you have a suitable friend, you can introduce him to her."
Zhou Mo hummed, then chuckled, "There are quite a few pretty nurses in the hospital. As long as he pretends to be your nephew, he will definitely attract a lot of suitors..."
Yu Zhiming returned to his home in Junshan Mansion at nearly 11:30 in the evening. He was surprised to find that his elder sister and Qingning were not asleep yet. They were making dumplings and waiting for him.
Yu Zhiming felt warm in his heart.
"Sister, Qing Ning, it will be too late in the future. You don't have to wait for me. I'm not a child anymore. I can take care of myself."
Yu Zhaoxia stood up and said, "I wasn't waiting for you on purpose. It just so happens that there aren't many dumplings left in the refrigerator."
"Old Five, what kind of filling do you want?"
Yu Zhiming glanced at the small bowls of stuffing on the coffee table and said, "Beef with green onions, please."
Yu Chaoxia picked up a lid of dumplings and went to the kitchen.
Qing Ning also stood up and started to clean up the wash basin, rolling pin and other items on the coffee table.
"Zhiming, I drove my car over here. It's always more convenient to have two cars at home."
Yu Zhiming nodded.
Qing Ning continued, "I tried to persuade my elder sister to learn how to drive, but she said she was too old to do it."
"Zhiming, please try to persuade me. I will definitely listen to you."
My eldest sister is only 46 years old this year and has plenty of time to enjoy her life.
Yu Zhiming thought about this and came to the kitchen door. Looking at his busy elder sister, he said, "Elder sister, after you learn to drive, Qing Ning and I can drive wherever you want to go, or wherever mom and dad want to go."
Yu Zhaoxia replied, "Driving is no different from other things. It's a very dangerous thing. If I don't learn well, it would be a sin to hit someone."
"Sister, you really don't want to learn?"
"You really don't want to learn!"
Seeing that his elder sister's attitude was somewhat firm, Yu Zhiming did not continue to persuade her.
He turned to look at Qing Ning, and saw that guy curled his lips in disdain and whispered, "You really don't know how to persuade people."
Yu Zhiming rolled his eyes at her...
Ten minutes later, Yu Zhiming and Qing Ning were eating the delicious dumplings.
Yu Zhiming had a large bowl and a small bowl of lemon.
Yu Chaoxia didn’t have the habit of eating midnight snacks, so she cleaned up the kitchen and went back to her bedroom upstairs to sleep.
Qing Ning ate two dumplings and suddenly remembered something. She said, "Tomorrow, is it the German Medical Group on Wednesday?"
Yu Zhiming nodded and said, "I know."
"What are your brother's specific plans? When should I show off my skills and shock those Germans?"
Qing Ning chuckled and said, "Let's put it this way. This German medical group's visit was the result of nearly three years of hard work from the entire Ning'an Group."
"The goal is to get Ning'an Hospital out of its limbo, its stagnant state, so that it can at least support itself."
"But that's different now."
Qing Ning suddenly reached out and touched Yu Zhiming's face, and said proudly, "Thanks to the sudden emergence of my man, Zhiming, Ning'an Hospital has made rapid progress in the past six months."
"Not only has the goal of supporting itself been achieved, but a brighter future is also not far off."
"So, cooperation with the German medical group is dispensable."
"Of course, my brother said that if the conditions are right and it's mutually beneficial and adds icing on the cake, we can still do this."
Yu Zhiming smiled and said, "So, the reception will be downgraded, the terms of cooperation will be renegotiated, and I won't have to show up?"
Qing Ning chuckled and said, "That's about right."
"But my brother also said that you still have to show up and shock those Germans. Let them know that China is full of talented people."
"It would be best if we could get them to ask us for cooperation. That way, we can get them to give us a lot of good things."
"My brother said that their country's medical equipment, devices, and medicine are quite impressive."
Yu Zhiming nodded and sighed, "Let's not talk about other things. Even conventional surgical instruments like scalpels and scissors cannot be compared with those produced in my country."
Qing Ning put on an expression of concern for the country and the people, and reached out to pat Yu Zhiming on the shoulder.
"The road ahead is long and arduous, Comrade Yu Zhiming. The future of my country's medical care depends on you."
Yu Zhiming reached out and flicked the guy on the forehead.
"Eat well."
Qing Ning chuckled and said, "Zhi Ming, have you noticed anything different at home?"
"What's the difference?"
Yu Zhiming looked around as he spoke.
He really noticed some differences. There were more calligraphy and paintings on the four walls of the living room.
"The calligraphy and painting, did you take it from your home?"
"My brother gave it to me."
Qing Ning explained, "My brother promised us before the New Year that he would collect some famous calligraphy and paintings for us."
"He returned to his hometown during the Lunar New Year to pay New Year's greetings and asked for it from many elders."
“Although they are not considered masterpieces by famous artists, they are all works by historical figures that have been researched and recorded.”
Yu Zhiming uttered an "oh" and said, "I'll go see your brother and thank him in person."
"Hurry up and eat..."
The weather has been so hot lately that I feel like I have a fever. I can't sleep well at night and I feel groggy during the day. My brain is like a paste and I'm a bit stuck.
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