Chapter 83 Teacher, I Dare Not
Dean Li Yao and his wife are both in very good health. At least Yu Zhiming didn't find any problems during the examination.
After sending the two of them out of the central building, Qi Yue reminded Yu Zhiming, "This Dean Li really knows how to handle things."
"You used your skills and the hospital's money to please everyone in the hospital and even enhance your own reputation."
"I estimate that in the next week or two, there will be some major changes in the hospital leadership."
Qi Yue turned to look at Yu Zhiming and chuckled, "You're no less capable than him. You're quite clever and you even know how to use your power to please your boss."
Yu Zhiming gave a flattering smile with a guilty conscience.
Just now, this guy not only fully agreed with Dean Li Yao's plan, but also set the physical examination time for Friday.
He also took the initiative to work overtime on one Saturday every other week to fully check the health of his colleagues.
"Teacher, the main reason is that I'm short of money. I only realized after arriving in Binhai that earning tens of thousands of yuan a month is not considered rich."
“The housing prices here are too scary.”
"Also, since this is a task that can't be shirked, finish it early and have breakfast."
There is a subsidy of 50 yuan for checking one person. If you check 100 people a day, that would be 5,000 yuan.
Six days a month, that’s 30,000.
With a little more work, he could increase his monthly income by 30,000 yuan. Yu Zhiming believes that the effort and the reward are totally worth it.
Qi Yue snorted lightly and then asked, "Did you apply to be Professor Wen Keming's graduate student at the Peking University Medical School?"
Yu Zhiming hummed, and asked in surprise, "Teacher, how did you know that?"
"Do you know Professor Wen?"
Qi Yue asked in surprise, "You still don't understand?"
"The fact that you were rejected in the postgraduate entrance exam despite being ranked first has become another hot topic online."
After a two-second pause, Qi Yue continued, "The advisor you applied for back then, Professor Wen, has been dug up by some resourceful netizens."
"I don't know this person, but I've read two or three of his published papers. He does have talent."
"Zhi Ming..."
Qi Yue advised: "Everyone lives in a network of relationships, especially in the medical field, where the network of relationships is even more complex."
"Moreover, the subjective wishes and inclinations of the supervisor can play a relatively large role in the admission of graduate students."
"Right now, the two people who were accepted are still studying hard in their ivory tower, while your reputation is already rising. You are countless times better than them."
"Don't worry about this matter anymore."
Yu Zhiming exhaled lightly and said, "Teacher, I don't care about it anymore, but I still feel a little bit upset."
That's why, last night, when he saw netizens bringing up the issue of academic qualifications and further studies, he couldn't contain his inner feelings and registered a second account to talk about his experience with the postgraduate re-examination that year.
Yu Zhiming himself did not expect that this matter would become a hot topic of discussion online.
"Teacher, everything in the past is a gift from life, and it has also made me who I am today."
"I won't dwell on this anymore."
Qi Yue nodded in satisfaction at Yu Zhiming's statement, and then instructed, "I have an appointment with Dean Ning Angu tonight. He will bring a partner to discuss the awakening device."
"You have to join in too."
"Let's go, it's time to go back to the ward..."
After completing the routine ward rounds, Qi Yue rushed to the cardiopulmonary building to attend a consultation.
As soon as he arrived at the cardiopulmonary building, he saw several young men in white coats pushing a medical gurney and running towards him crying.
A young man was lying on the gurney, with a man in a white coat sitting on him and performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation on him.
"Junior brother, hold on, you must hold on!"
"Brother, how could you be so stupid!"
"You shouldn't do this?"
Qi Yue stopped and frowned, noticing that the young man on the gurney had purple lips.
Obviously, CPR didn't work very well on him.
"What happened?" Qi Yue asked coldly.
A strong, sweaty man in a white coat who was pushing a gurney was about to scold someone, but he found that the person he was asking about was the hospital's famous doctor Qi Yue.
He shuddered immediately.
"Director Qi, one of our junior brothers, Luo Yang, was so upset that he gave himself an air injection."
"Director Qi, what do you think about this?"
Qi Yue felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
Doctors are a high-pressure group, and every year there are medical workers at Huashan Hospital who commit suicide for various reasons.
Sometimes, there is more than one in a year.
This guy had an air injection, and judging by the purple color of his lips, he had a pulmonary air embolism.
This is a symptom that can kill someone in a matter of minutes.
Injecting a small amount of air into human blood vessels generally does not cause much harm.
But a lot of air is injected at once, such as more than 100 ml...
The air will be beaten into bubbles of different sizes by the powerful heart and flow to all parts of the body with the blood.
Some bubbles will directly cause an embolic effect in some thin blood vessels, turning into actual obstruction that completely blocks blood flow and causes serious consequences.
If an air embolism forms in the lungs, the consequences can be immediately fatal.
Qi Yue directly ordered: "In his condition, it's too late to send him to the Cardiopulmonary Building for emergency treatment. Go to my research center."
"Quick, as fast as possible."
"And you..."
Qi Yue casually pointed at a young man in a white coat and said, "Go get some puncture needles and follow me as fast as you can!"
Given Qi Yue's reputation and authority, his words were followed meticulously by everyone without hesitation.
The group immediately changed the direction of the gurney and rushed towards the Qi Yue Medical Research Center.
At the same time, Qi Yue also took out his mobile phone and called Yu Zhiming.
"Hurry to the Cardiopulmonary Building. This is an emergency. Lives are at stake. As fast as you can..."
Just forty-seven seconds later, there was a speeding gurney on one side and Yu Zhiming running towards them on the other.
They met halfway.
Before Yu Zhiming could catch his breath, Qi Yue stuffed a puncture needle into his hand.
"Quick, pulmonary air embolism!"
Yu Zhiming instantly understood the meaning of Teacher Qi's words and reached out to press his hand on the chest of Luo Yang, the young man on the gurney.
After three or five seconds, Yu Zhiming raised his needle and the slender puncture needle pierced Luo Yang's left chest without much hindrance.
The next moment, Yu Zhiming pulled out the plug of the puncture needle, and several blood bubbles came out with the plug.
Then, there was a line of blood like a fountain.
In the next few tens of seconds, Yu Zhiming had a cold face and without any hesitation, he removed five air embolisms from the young man's limbs and internal organs.
During this process, Luo Yang's cardiopulmonary resuscitation never stopped.
Several young men in white coats who were watching were so excited that they cheered when they saw that Luo Yang's face had regained some color.
However, a sudden sound stopped them.
"There's also an air embolism in the blood vessels of the brain."
Only then did they notice that Yu Zhiming's left hand was pressing on Luo Yang's head.
He did not move the puncture needle in his right hand any further.
A woman in a white coat became anxious when she saw this scene and shouted, "Then quickly puncture and remove the cerebral air embolism!"
"What are you waiting for?"
Yu Zhiming turned to look at Qi Yue beside him, revealing an expression of insecurity and embarrassment.
"Teacher, I'm not sure about the brain part. I don't dare."
Yu Zhiming is telling the truth.
The brain is the most complex and mysterious part of the human body, and it is also the organ that Yu Zhiming has the weakest control over now.
The secondary damage to the brain caused by his injection might be more serious than the consequences of air embolism.
Yu Zhiming really didn't dare to give the needle...
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