Time flies and it is already Friday noon. After finishing his morning physical examination, Yu Zhiming is having a luxurious family lunch in the big office.
This was Yu Zhiming imitating Zhou Mo's previous practice. He asked Aunt Qiu Lan to make more lunch at home, and then asked the errand boy to deliver lunch to the hospital.
Although the cost is not low, it is much cheaper than ordering luxury takeout from a restaurant.
Moreover, it is more nutritious and healthier.
Zhou Mo tasted all four dishes and one soup and praised: "Your cooking skills are good. It tastes better than what my aunt cooks."
Yu Zhiming said softly, "This is the same delicious dish as the one from the other pot. Your aunt made it, and you've eaten it too many times."
"Hey, operating room?"
Zhou Mo quickly replied seriously, "The logistics department replied that they can speed up the preparations and it will be ready for use before next Monday."
Yu Zhiming uttered a soft "oh" and heard Zhou Mo say, "Now that the patient has finished the surgery, he needs to be admitted to the ward, right?"
"Is this ward layout?"
"Does it still require medical care?"
"Doctor Yu, should we gather the medical team members here in advance?"
Yu Zhiming felt a little bored.
This is really a case of one move affecting the whole body, and there are endless things following.
He thought for a moment and said, "It's a puncture treatment, not a craniotomy, so it's less invasive."
"I think it shouldn't be a big problem if the patient is transferred directly to the neurosurgery department after surgery."
Yu Zhiming pondered for a moment and said, "To avoid any accidents during the operation, we need to invite a neurosurgeon to be present."
"Dr. You?" Zhou Mo asked after swallowing the food in his mouth!
Yu Zhiming thought about it, shook his head, and said, "Dr. You is very busy. There is no need to take up his precious time for such a small matter."
"Just ask an older chief physician."
Neurosurgery generally lasts a long time and requires high precision in operation, which places considerable demands on the surgeon's energy and physical strength.
Neurosurgeons over the age of 50 generally cannot perform major surgeries as their energy and physical strength decline.
They spend more energy on training successors, and also perform some minor and medium-sized surgeries that are not difficult to maintain their skills.
Yu Zhiming should have been cautious enough to invite such an experienced and older chief physician to prevent accidents.
Zhou Mo volunteered, "Doctor Yu, leave this matter to me. I will definitely invite you a vigorous, enthusiastic and kind neurosurgeon."
Yu Zhiming took a bite of the steamed meat and fish and asked, "Why are you so proactive today?"
Zhou Mo chuckled and said, "As your personal assistant, when have I ever stopped taking the initiative in my work?"
Yu Zhiming rolled his eyes and said nothing, agreeing to let her handle this matter.
Just then, someone knocked on the door and came in.
Yu Zhiming saw that the person coming was someone he knew, Shen He, the executive director of the Chen Ying Foundation.
She came to deliver an invitation to the charity auction to Yu Zhiming.
"Doctor Yu, the auction officially starts at 7:30 pm next Saturday."
Chen He introduced with a smile: "However, after three o'clock in the afternoon, all distinguished guests can enter and view the various auction items."
"Doctor Yu, for this charity auction, in addition to the ten physical examination slots you donated, we also received many fine products donated by other philanthropists."
"There are famous calligraphy and paintings, master crafts, jewelry, and so on, and there is also an erhu carefully made by a master."
Yu Zhiming chuckled and said, “Director Shen, I will rush over as soon as possible. Maybe I can find a few items I like.”
Chen He smiled and said, "I will be at the venue to welcome you and your female companion..."
After seeing Chen He off, Yu Zhiming sat down and continued eating.
As Zhou Mo flipped through the invitation, he asked, "Doctor Yu, now that your charity fund has been approved, should we organize a similar fundraising event?"
Yu Zhiming said casually: "Let's talk about it later. I don't have time for these activities now..."
After lunch, Yu Zhiming closed his eyes and rested for more than ten minutes at his workstation before returning to work.
After four o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Zhiming completed the employee welfare physical examination of 100 people, and then started the physical examination of 20 people from the donating units.
The first person to enter the examination room was a man in his forties with sparse hair and a haggard look.
Yu Zhiming gave him a full body checkup according to the procedures, told him that he had mild fatty liver, and let him go.
"Just mild fatty liver?"
The man looked skeptical and asked, "Doctor Yu, are there any problems with my heart and brain blood vessels?"
Yu Zhiming said frankly: "At your age, your cardiovascular system will definitely become narrower."
"During my examination, the narrowest part of your major cardiovascular and cerebrovascular system is only 20 to 30 percent. This is considered quite healthy for someone your age."
"That means you're in pretty good health."
Hearing this, the man took a deep breath and said slowly: "Doctor Yu, I know you are an excellent doctor."
"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just..."
He said with a worried look on his face, "Some time ago, a classmate of mine who I kept in touch with often died suddenly. He died in his study in the middle of the night."
"Let me put it this way. My situation is similar to his. I have a lot of work, a lot of pressure, and often work overtime until late at night."
"During this period, I had high blood pressure, headaches, and needle-like pain near my heart. I couldn't sleep well at night. It was similar to the situation before my classmate's sudden death."
"I'm so worried that one night I'll suddenly die like that classmate."
"Doctor Yu, I have elderly parents and young children to support. If I die, my family will fall apart."
"Could you please check it over for me again?"
Yu Zhiming resisted the urge to roll his eyes and said solemnly, "Although my inspection was not slow, I was definitely not perfunctory, and there were no major omissions or oversights."
"So, there's no need to do a second check on you."
"Also, your blood pressure is normal..."
Hearing this, the man couldn't help but interrupt: "Doctor Yu, I bought a blood pressure monitor some time ago and measure my blood pressure every day. I know clearly that I have high blood pressure."
"To ensure the accuracy of the test, I deliberately didn't take blood pressure medication today. How could my blood pressure be normal?"
After a pause, he stretched out his arm again and said excitedly, "Doctor Yu, take the blood pressure monitor now to see if I have high blood pressure."
Yu Zhiming can keenly judge whether a person's blood pressure is high just by shaking hands.
Now, he has given the man a physical examination, so there is naturally no possibility of error in determining whether his blood pressure is normal.
However, seeing the man's excited questioning with a red face and thick neck, Yu Zhiming had a new idea.
"Anxiety disorders can cause high blood pressure and can also cause corresponding physical symptoms."
"Your classmate's sudden death reminded you of yourself, so much so that some of the symptoms he experienced before his death, such as high blood pressure, headaches, and stabbing pains near his heart, have also appeared in you."
These words left the man a little confused.
"Doctor Yu, what do you mean?"
"To put it simply, you were frightened by your classmate's accident, which triggered your anxiety."
"I suggest you seek psychological counseling..."
After sending the anxious man away, Yu Zhiming's subsequent physical examination went much more smoothly.
At least, it wasn't questioned again.
Among these people, apart from one person who was diagnosed with a benign meningioma the size of a quail egg and required regular follow-up, Yu Zhiming did not detect any serious illnesses that required hospitalization.
At 6:10 in the evening, Yu Zhiming finished his scheduled physical examination and saw a woman with sparse gray hair sitting in a wheelchair being pushed into the examination room by a middle-aged man.
Just a simple glance, Yu Zhiming felt like he was electrocuted, and he instantly became alert.
He was shocked to discover that the middle-aged man who pushed the woman in was 30% similar to Gu Qingran in terms of facial features.
This made Yu Zhiming unable to help but look at the middle-aged man.
He was six or seven centimeters shorter than Gu Qingran, thinner, with a serious expression, and looked seven or eight years older than Gu Qingran.
But the more Yu Zhiming looked at him, the more he felt that the resemblance between this man and Gu Qingran was reduced from 30% to 20%.
It became one or two points again.
Although the more he looked at them, the more they looked alike, the fleeting feeling of similarity he had just had made Yu Zhiming unforgettable for a long time.
Could this guy be the blood child of my future father-in-law and the senior student in the wheelchair?
"Doctor Yu? Doctor Yu?"
Faced with the patient's family's cries, Yu Zhiming restrained his messy thoughts.
This is no small matter.
Yu Zhiming didn't want to cause a huge uproar to his future father-in-law's family, so he quickly rubbed his face hard to cover it up.
"It's been a day, I'm a little tired."
Yu Zhiming explained and said, "Lie down on the examination bed. I'll check you first."
When the middle-aged man heard this, he gently picked up his mother from the wheelchair and placed her gently on the examination bed.
Yu Zhiming carefully gave the woman in her sixties a full body examination.
The results of the examination were not too bad.
Endometrial cancer.
The tumor had metastasized to the nearby ovaries, intestines, liver, and lymph nodes.
He can undergo surgery, but he is too old and weak to survive.
This made the middle-aged man hesitate.
The patient took the initiative and said, "I want surgery."
"If I can't make it, I'll go down to find your dad and I won't have to burden you guys anymore."
"Luckily I made it through. I'll live a few more years and hope to see Cheng graduate from university, get married and have children."
Seeing that the patients had made up their minds, Yu Zhiming asked them to go to the oncology department for hospitalization.
Then, he took out his cell phone and called Gu Changxuan.
"Uncle, that senior sister can undergo surgery, but she's old and weak, so I can't guarantee she'll make it."
"What decision did they make?" Gu Changxuan asked on the phone.
"Decide to have surgery!"
Gu Changxuan uttered a soft "oh" and said, "Since there's hope, let's give it a try. Even if we fail, it won't be a pity."
Yu Zhiming asked tentatively again: "Her son accompanied her here for the examination."
"Uncle, have you seen her son?"
Gu Changxuan replied: "I haven't met her. I just had a few phone calls with her about her mother."
"Is her son in trouble?"
Yu Zhiming quickly replied: "No problem, I didn't do a physical examination for her son, I just asked casually."
"Uncle, that's it. My family from my hometown has all come here today, so I need to go back early..."
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