Chapter 705 Do I Have That Much Free Time?
The brain blood clot puncture path designed by neurosurgeon Dr. You Weixian was finally delivered at the end of Thursday's get off work day.
After completing a day's work, Yu Zhiming received four simple diagrams of the puncture route from Dr. You's assistant in the large office in the center's small building.
"Doctor Yu, Doctor You said that these four blood clots have the greatest impact on the brain. As for the other blood clots, we can slowly wait for them to dissolve. There's no need to take any risks."
Dr. Xiao, who had come to deliver the materials, continued, "Dr. You also asked me to express my apologies. Due to my busy work schedule, I was delayed a day or two before completing Dr. Yu's request."
Yu Zhiming also politely replied, "Doctor You, you're too polite. This period is a high incidence period for cerebrovascular diseases. It's my fault for interrupting you abruptly."
"Please also express my gratitude to Dr. You..."
After seeing Dr. Xiao off, Yu Zhiming turned his attention to Zhang Yong, a patient with a skull base tumor who was being pushed in a wheelchair by his family along with Dr. Xiao.
"Mr. Zhang, who are you?"
"Doctor Yu, I will be discharged tomorrow. I know you will be busy tomorrow, so I came here in advance to say goodbye."
Zhang Yong's voice was a little unclear, but people could still make out what he meant.
He added with gratitude, "At the same time, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to Dr. Yu for saving my life."
Yu Zhiming said modestly: "It's mainly due to Dr. You's credit, plus your own courage, Mr. Zhang, and some luck."
Zhang Yong chuckled and said, "I know very well that without the perfect match between you, Doctor Yu, and Doctor You, I wouldn't be where I am today."
"You and Dr. You are my saviors."
Yu Zhiming smiled and did not continue the topic. Instead, he asked, "What are you doing now?"
Zhang Yong pointed to his mouth and left ear and said, "I can't speak clearly, and my hearing in my left ear has dropped significantly. I also feel a little numb on the left side of my body, and I have some weakness in my left leg."
He chuckled again and said, "Compared to saving my life, these aftereffects are nothing."
"Doctor You said that if I hadn't used Ji's amino acids, my sequelae would have been several times more severe."
"What's important is that these sequelae will be alleviated to varying degrees over time."
As he spoke, Zhang Yong took a long, flat box from the family member and handed it to Yu Zhiming.
"Doctor Yu, this is a wild ginseng I got from a friend by sheer luck. They say it's seventy or eighty years old."
"This is just a small token of my gratitude. I hope you won't mind, Doctor Yu."
Hearing that it was wild ginseng, and seventy or eighty years old, Yu Zhiming reached out to take the box and opened it.
I saw that the box contained a ginseng with two gourd heads, complete ginseng roots, and in good condition.
Yu Zhiming estimated with his eyes that this ginseng weighed about two hundred grams.
"Mr. Zhang, your gift is too valuable. I cannot accept it. But this ginseng is what I need."
"How about I buy it at the market price?"
Zhang Yong said solemnly, "Doctor Yu, this isn't a gift. I'm just expressing my gratitude."
"Selling it at the market price, that would be a lie..."
this……
After some hesitation, Yu Zhiming finally "reluctantly" accepted this gift that touched his heart.
In return, he enthusiastically stated that if she encountered any physical problems that were difficult to solve in the future, she could come to him at any time.
However, as soon as he said this, Yu Zhiming knew that he had said the wrong thing again.
This is a hospital and he is a doctor.
How can you say such words? It's like you are cursing others to suffer from an incurable disease.
Zhang Yong, however, did not show any sign of being unhappy.
That's exactly what he intended.
I took great pains to buy a ginseng like this and gave it to Yu Zhiming to please him, just so that we can keep in touch in the future.
Now, his life has been extended for another ten or twenty years, and he still has a family.
With just a few hundred thousand yuan and a favor, you can get life insurance from Yu Zhiming.
It's totally worth it...
After sending Zhang Yong away, Yu Zhiming gave the ginseng to Dr. Wang Zejia and asked him to pass it on to Dr. Wang Wu.
Yu Zhiming took Zhou Mo and left the central building and headed straight for the old specimen building.
Removing a blood clot from the brain by puncture is best done in a soundproofed operating room.
It is said that the old specimen building will be renovated this week.
Yu Zhiming wanted to go and check on site to see whether the exclusive work area on the third underground floor of the old specimen building and the soundproof operating room were ready for use.
When he arrived in front of the old specimen building, which looked brand new and looked like a newly built one, Yu Zhiming couldn't help but stop and admire it for a moment.
"It feels like a make-up technique that can transform your appearance. It looks bright and beautiful, but inside it makes you look old and ugly, and maybe even past its expiration date."
Zhou Mo glanced at Yu Zhiming, who was sighing deeply, and snorted softly, "No matter how powerful the makeup is, or even plastic surgery, it can't fool you. All you need to do is click and it will be clear."
Yu Zhiming laughed and walked into the old specimen building.
What surprised Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo was that there were actually about 20 decoration workers in the lobby on the first floor, either squatting or sitting on the floor, eating boxed lunches with big mouthfuls.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Mo blurted out, "Why are you all eating here?"
"Why don't you eat in the cafeteria or a small restaurant?"
A red-faced man who looked like a foreman put the lunch box on the ground and walked over to the two of them.
He said cautiously, "We still have some work to do. We can get back to work after we finish our meal."
He added: "After we finish eating, I will clean up and won't make the floor dirty."
"May I ask you two?"
Yu Zhiming responded first: "We are doctors. We heard that the renovations here are almost finished, so we came to take a look out of curiosity."
"You guys eat, don't worry about us."
After Yu Zhiming said this, he felt that the foreman and everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief.
He nodded to the foreman again and walked towards the stairs.
"Hey, you two!"
The foreman called the two men over and said with embarrassment, "Excuse me, doctors, this place hasn't been completed and inspected yet, so outsiders can't come in and visit."
Zhou Mo said, "To be honest with you, we need to go to the third underground floor to take a look at the actual decoration situation. Maybe we will need it in the next two days."
"Are you asking us to go down?"
"Or should we call the logistics department, or have your leader come over and take us there?"
As the young foreman was struggling, a worker ran over to him and showed him his cell phone.
The young foreman glanced at the phone screen for a few seconds and his attitude changed drastically.
"So you are Doctor Yu. My eyesight is not good and I didn't recognize you at first."
"Doctor Yu, I'll take you downstairs."
Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo followed the smiling foreman into the stairs.
"Doctor Yu, we worked overtime to renovate the three floors downstairs. In fact, we completed it all a week ago."
“The quality of the decoration…”
The foreman said confidently, "You can rest assured. We use the best materials and our workmanship is top-notch."
"I can't say how long it will take, but within ten years, there won't be any renovation problems caused by natural damage."
As they were talking, the three of them went down to the third underground floor.
As soon as I opened the door of the stairwell, I felt a wave of heat coming towards me, as if I had suddenly entered summer.
"Why is it so hot?"
The foreman quickly explained, "The temperature control is set to high and warm air. First, it dries out moisture, and second, it removes harmful gases like formaldehyde as quickly as possible."
Yu Zhiming let out a light "oh", adjusted himself to the hot air, and walked quickly through the corridor with large LCD screens on both sides and entered the operating area.
He took a quick look around and found that the changing room, disinfection room and operating room had all been renovated.
However, it was only decorated, and none of the equipment required for surgery, such as the operating table, operating chair, and shadowless lamp, were available.
Not to mention the medical supplies and medicines needed for the operation.
In just a few minutes, Yu Zhiming's forehead was covered in sweat. After looking at the operating area, he left the third underground floor and entered the stairwell.
Yu Zhiming took a few breaths of the cool air, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and instructed Zhou Mo: "Ask the logistics department if they can get the operating room equipped to perform cranial surgery as quickly as possible?"
Zhou Mo nodded in response...
Yu Zhiming returned to the first floor lobby via the stairs and saw that except for a worker who looked to be in his thirties or forties and was wearing jeans, everyone else had disappeared.
He also noticed that there were really no stains on the smooth floor.
The jeans worker came up to him, smiled, and asked, "Doctor Yu, could you please take a look at me?"
He gestured to the suprasternal notch between his collarbones and pleaded, "Not only does it hurt when I eat lately, but I also choke."
"I looked it up online and it said it was esophageal cancer."
"Doctor Yu, could you please..."
Before the man could finish his words, Yu Zhiming placed his gloved hand on his neck.
After exploring for a while, Yu Zhiming withdrew his hand.
"Don't worry, it's not cancer, it's esophageal atrophy."
"Your condition is probably caused by long-term irregular diet and alcohol stimulation, which triggers inflammation."
"Go to the clinic to get some medicine. Pay more attention to your eating habits. Don't overeat or drink too much. Eat more fresh vegetables and fruits..."
On the way home, Zhou Mo, who was driving, suddenly became excited as if he had thought of something.
"Doctor Yu, do you know who is the most beautiful mixed-race woman in our country?"
Yu Zhiming replied, "Film and TV star Xie Wanwan?"
Zhou Mo pretended to be shocked and asked, "You also pay attention to entertainment gossip?"
Yu Zhiming glanced at her and said, "Is there any need to make such a fuss? From the beginning of the year until now, this first mixed-race beauty has been so popular that it's all over TV and the Internet."
"I happened to glance at it and remembered it. Isn't that normal?"
Zhou Mo chuckled and said, "She claims to be the number one mixed-race beauty, and she also says she is a natural beauty."
"It sparked a lot of questions. Some people posted photos of her in middle school and noticed some differences from her current appearance."
"Xie Wanwan posted a medical test report to prove her innocence, saying she had not had plastic surgery."
“But netizens don’t believe it!”
"Some netizens are saying that they would only believe Dr. Yu, who is very perceptive, if he did the examination and said she didn't have plastic surgery."
"Doctor Yu..."
Yu Zhiming interrupted and criticized, "Do I have that much free time? Or are you too idle? I think it's necessary to arrange for you to receive new medical training."
Zhou Mo curled his lips and said nothing, driving obediently.
Yu Zhiming continued slowly, "I don't care whether she's had plastic surgery or not. I do have some doubts about her mixed blood."
"She claims to be of Chinese and French descent, but aside from her heterochromia, there's not a single trace of her mixed descent on her face."
"I suspect her heterochromia is just due to heterochromia iridum, not her mixed-race nature."
Zhou Mo shouted with a gleam in his eyes, "Doctor Yu, I caught you, didn't I? You said you just glanced at it by chance and remembered it."
"You must have done a lot of research on her, otherwise how could you be sure she's not a mixed-blood, but has some disease?"
Yu Zhiming said in a deep voice, "Starting next week, you will go to the emergency department for training on trauma dressing."
"No, I'm most afraid of bloody wounds..."
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