“Beep…beep…”
"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable..."
Zhou Mo looked at Yu Zhiming beside him and asked anxiously, "Doctor Yu, the other party hasn't answered the phone. What should I do?"
Not long after Yu Zhiming received Zhou Mo's call, she rushed over panting.
They called the contact number again and again, and Yu Zhiming also sent three voice messages to confirm his identity, but the other party always ignored them.
Wang Wu, who was knowledgeable and experienced, advised: "Zhou Mo, don't worry. Maybe it's just a prank, or maybe he has other motives and wants something from Dr. Yu."
"Anyway, you've already called the police immediately. They should be able to find that person based on the location of the cell phone signal."
Zhou Mo still looked worried and said, "I hope so. However, during my conversation with him, I could sense that he doesn't seem like the type to lie or play pranks."
Yu Zhiming said: "Regardless of whether this matter is true or not, the other party has not answered the phone or responded to the voicemail. We are powerless and can only wait for the results of the police investigation."
Zhou Mo nodded slightly.
At this moment, three message alerts suddenly rang from the phone in Zhou Mo's hand.
She took a look and immediately shouted, "He's calling back, he's calling back, he's calling back!"
As Zhou Mo spoke, he pressed the first voice message.
A deep male voice rang out from the phone, "Doctor Yu, I'm sorry to trouble you."
"I almost became a doctor, but my college entrance exam scores were average, so I could only attend a third-rate medical school. After graduation, if I didn't have enough money, I wouldn't even be able to get into our county hospital. Finally, with the advice of my family, I chose architectural design, which was quite popular at the time."
Zhou Mo pressed the second voice message.
"I've fantasized more than once: if I had insisted on my own ideas and went to medical school, would I have become a hero in online novels like you, Doctor Yu?"
"I know very well in my heart that this is impossible. Just as gold shines wherever it is, ordinary people are ordinary no matter what industry they are in."
"Even if someone like me could travel through time, I wouldn't become the hero or savior of that world, because I'm just an ordinary person, not someone who was born at the wrong time."
Zhou Mo quickly pressed the third voice message.
"I've always wanted to be a hero, and today's incident is probably the most heroic one I've ever been."
The voice paused for a moment, and then a much more solemn voice sounded again.
"I fully authorize Dr. Yu Zhiming of Huashan Hospital to dispose of my body. I hope Dr. Yu can use my organs and body to treat more people."
“I hope that everyone who is saved by me can have a more brilliant and glorious life.”
After another pause, the man continued, "I know you must have called the police. In order for you to find me as quickly as possible, I'll tell you where I am."
"Room 2207, Youyou Hotel."
Upon hearing this, Yu Zhiming immediately assigned the task: "Zhou Mo, contact the police. Qing Ning, contact the Youyou Hotel."
"I'll contact the hospital."
As he spoke, Yu Zhiming found the number of Director Yang Mai of the Medical Department in his mobile phone and dialed it.
Director Yang Mai quickly answered the call, and Yu Zhiming recounted the story of the man in a quick and concise tone.
Yang Mai said that he would make arrangements and send an ambulance to Youyou Hotel.
Yu Zhiming ended the call with Director Yang Mai and looked at Qing Ning and Zhou Mo who had just finished their calls.
"Let's wait for news..."
They didn't have to wait long. Two or three minutes later, they received a call from Jin Feng, the director of the street police station.
"Doctor Yu, sad news! The man has died. The cause of death is initially determined to be excessive bleeding from a carotid artery laceration."
When Yu Zhiming heard this, his heart sank.
The carotid artery was cut, which was really ruthless. No chance for others to be rescued.
Jin Feng's voice continued to come from the phone, "The man was completely submerged in the icy water in the bathtub. There was also a suicide note in the room. The note also stated that the body should be donated, and that you, Doctor Yu, would have full authority over the disposal of his body and organs."
When Yu Zhiming heard that the man's body was soaked in ice water, he realized that this person had made relatively thorough preparations for organ donation.
"Director Jin, organ preservation requires professional handling. Please collect evidence at the scene as soon as possible. The remaining matters will be handled by the medical staff who arrive..."
Yu Zhiming ended the call with Director Jin and said to Dr. Wang, "Well, I need to rush to the hospital."
Wang Wu nodded and said, "Go ahead. That person has entrusted you with this matter, so you should go and say goodbye..."
Accompanied by Qing Ning and Zhou Mo, Yu Zhiming hurriedly took the elevator to the underground parking lot and saw Zhang Hai already waiting outside the elevator.
A minute or two later, the Phantom car they were riding in left Junshanfu Community at a high speed.
After a moment of silence, Zhou Mo spoke first: "Doctor Yu, he should be able to help a lot of people, right?"
Yu Zhiming nodded gently and said, "It ranges from three to five people to more than ten people. It depends on his personal health and the matching situation."
Zhou Mo sighed, "Why is he so pessimistic? From his brief phone call earlier, he didn't mention any major setbacks. He just felt that no matter how hard he tried, there was no hope. So he just gave up and didn't want to work hard anymore?"
Qing Ning took over and said, "It must be depression."
"The competition in Binhai is fierce, the pressure is immense, and people are busy day after day with little improvement in their lives and work. Add to that the negative news and anxiety, and some people are likely to become depressed and find themselves in a dead end."
Zhou Mo sighed again.
The next moment, she suddenly asked, "Hey, Doctor Yu, can the psychological counseling for the restaurant owner's sister this afternoon really cure her leg pain?"
Yu Zhiming was a little surprised by Zhou Mo's jumpy thoughts, but he still patiently replied, "If the psychological counseling goes well, she can stop bending her fingers, which will prevent the femoral artery spasm that causes leg pain."
"However, to completely cure it, we need to understand why cracking your fingers can cause femoral artery spasm."
"But in terms of priorities, her psychological problems need to be addressed first."
"Once her psychological problems have eased, we can study the causal relationship between finger cracking and femoral artery spasm with her cooperation."
Zhou Mo said with an "oh" as if he had realized something...
On the way to the hospital, Yu Zhiming received another call from Director Yang Mai.
"Doctor Yu, the man has been taken to the hospital. The police have determined his name is Xu Yang, he's 34 years old, and he has no parents, wife, children, or siblings."
Yang Mai sighed again and said, "In his hotel room, I also found a medical examination report from our hospital last week, which showed that he was in very good health."
"The police also made a judgment that it was suicide."
After a pause, Yang Mai continued on the call, "Doctor Yu, I just got his matching data. There are a total of eight people who have been successfully matched on the organ transplant network."
"Doctor Yu, as the person designated by Xu Yang to authorize the disposal of the body, are you waiting until you arrive?"
"still?"
Yu Zhiming knew that Xu Yang was not a brain-dead patient. In his case, his organs could not be nourished by blood, so the sooner they were removed, the better.
"Director Yang, let's start now."
"Xu Yang's last wish was to save more people. He naturally hoped that those people could receive healthier organs..."
At 10:30 in the evening, Yu Zhiming and his team rushed to the organ transplant center of Huashan Hospital.
In a room, Yu Zhiming, Zhou Mo, Qing Ning, and Zhang Hai met Xu Yang.
He was lying on a gurney, covered with a white sheet, his head exposed, and the wound on his neck had been sutured.
Yu Zhiming looked at the person with whom he had just had a significant interaction tonight, but who was already separated by life and death.
Because of blood loss, his face was pale, he had a relatively high nose, but his mouth and eyebrows were rather ordinary.
Overall, it's a common face.
Yu Zhiming bowed to the man three times seriously, thanking him for saving others.
After bowing, Yu Zhiming looked at Xu Yang, who seemed to be asleep, and said slowly, "Although you claim to be an ordinary person who will never succeed, everyone has a different definition of success."
“Every ordinary person has a world centered around him.”
"You will be no exception."
"Zhou Mo..."
Zhou Mo, upon hearing the call, took a step closer to Yu Zhiming, and heard Yu Zhiming continue, "Please ask the police for help in obtaining Xu Yang's detailed biographical information and his phone address book."
"Contact Xu Yang's colleagues, classmates, teachers, fellow villagers, relatives, and everyone else we can contact. We'll hold a memorial service for him."
"Let him know that he is not alone."
Zhou Mo nodded gently and said, "Doctor Yu, don't worry, I will definitely take care of this matter."
Yu Zhiming covered Xu Yang's face with a white sheet and walked out of the room. He saw Director Yang Mai, Director Jin Feng, and the head of the organ transplant center and others waiting outside.
Yu Zhiming signed several medical documents related to Xu Yang, and together with Zhou Mo, answered several questions from Director Jin Feng regarding Xu Yang and took notes.
After finishing all this, Yu Zhiming and his colleagues walked out of the organ transplant center. It was almost 11:30 in the evening.
A few steps after they walked out of the building, a figure suddenly rushed out from the shadow of a nearby building.
"Yu Zhiming, you dog doctor, you killed my father, I will kill you."
Oh my god, what's going on?
Yu Zhiming looked in the direction of the voice...
With the help of the light coming through the building behind him, he saw a young man who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a fierce look on his face, rushing towards him with a small fruit knife in his hand.
At this moment, Zhang Hai had already gone forward to meet him.
Zhou Mo and Qing Ning also stood on the left and right, nervously protecting Yu Zhiming.
Yu Zhiming looked forward and saw Zhang Hai suddenly kick the wrist of the boy holding the knife.
The next moment, Yu Zhiming heard the sound of a broken bone and a shrill scream.
I also saw a fruit knife flying away...
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