Chapter 676: One minute on stage, ten years of hard work off stage
"Hello, Dr. Yu!"
"I'm Lu Yanping. I'm so sorry to bother you during your break."
Lu Yanping, who is of medium height, with a pale complexion and a slicked-back hairstyle, placed a thick envelope and a sea cucumber gift box on the coffee table while speaking.
“This is the inspection fee.”
After a pause, he explained, "I bought this gift box in a hurry on the way here. It's my apology for disturbing you."
At this time, Qing Ning brought down a box of medical gloves from upstairs and placed it on the coffee table.
Yu Zhiming's consumption of medical gloves can be said to be the largest in the hospital. He discards a pair after each examination, and sometimes he uses one or two hundred pairs a day.
He also kept a large box of medical gloves at home.
Yu Zhiming took out a pair of gloves, tore open the outer packaging, put them on, and asked Lu Yanping at the same time.
"Just a stomach upset?"
Lu Yanping hummed, then continued, "I had a gastroscopy and a colonoscopy, and the doctor said there were no problems."
"The doctor also said that my problem might be in the small intestine, which cannot be examined by gastroscopy and colonoscopy. However, after an ultrasound and CT scan, no abnormalities were found in the small intestine."
"My symptoms have lasted for almost a month."
"They say that long-term illnesses can lead to serious problems. Doctor Yu, I'm very worried and would like you to take a look and find out what the problem is."
Yu Zhiming uttered a soft "oh" and looked at his father, mother, and eldest sister who were sitting on the sofa. He said, "Dad, Mom, and eldest sister, please move the sofa aside for a moment."
After the long sofa was cleared, Lu Yan lay down on it, and Yu Zhiming began to pat his chest and abdomen.
Yu's father and mother, Yu Chaoxia, Xiaoxue, Zeng Yan, and a few little ones all sat or stood quietly by, watching Yu Zhiming's examination.
After a while, they noticed that Yu Zhiming's expression became very serious and his brows were furrowed.
Lu Yanping also noticed the change in Yu Zhiming's expression, and his heart immediately rose to his throat.
He couldn't help but ask anxiously, "Doctor Yu, do I have cancer?"
Yu Zhiming pondered and said, "I did find something wrong, but it doesn't match any of the intestinal cancers I know about."
This made Lu Yanping feel a little relieved, and then he heard Yu Zhiming continue: "But I don't feel very good."
"Mr. Lu, I strongly suggest..."
Speaking of this, Yu Zhiming suddenly noticed that Lu Yanping's already pale face had lost all its color, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu..."
Yu Zhiming called out twice before Lu Yanping came back to his trance-like state.
He said with a bitter look on his face, "Doctor Yu, you still said those classic words that you never make mistakes in."
"It seems that I have cancer for sure."
Yu Zhiming said in a deep voice: "Just because I've never made a mistake before doesn't mean I won't make a mistake this time. I just don't feel it's right."
"To avoid negligence, laparoscopy or laparotomy is necessary. I personally recommend laparotomy."
"If the examination reveals a serious problem with that section of the small intestine, we can perform the surgery at the same time..."
Six or seven minutes later, Lu Yanping, whose mental state had recovered a little, left Yu's house with a simple diagram of the small intestine problem drawn by Yu Zhiming.
Yu Zhen also followed Yu Zhiming to the soundproof bedroom to get a detailed physical examination of his old injuries...
As the patient and Yu Zhiming left, Yu's parents and other people who had gathered in the living room and watched Yu Zhiming's entire examination process began to discuss it heatedly.
Song Qiao tilted his head and asked in confusion, "What was that uncle's classic saying that person said?"
Xiaoxue knocked Song Qiao on the head and said, "Are you ashamed? You don't even know this?"
"My uncle's classic phrase is, 'I'm not feeling well.' Once he says that, it means he has cancer."
Song Qiao said "oh", covered his head with his hands, pouted, stood up and sat down next to Qing Ning again.
At this time, Qi Tao said, "My uncle patted and massaged that person's belly for only two or three minutes, and he made 10,000 yuan."
"It's too easy for my uncle to make this money, isn't it?"
"Qi Tao, do you think it's easy for your uncle to make money?" Yu's father suddenly called him by his name and asked seriously.
The discussions in the living room disappeared in an instant.
Qi Tao didn't dare to face Yu's father's aggressive gaze. He shrank back and said timidly but unconvincedly, "Isn't it easy?"
"Earned ten thousand in just a few minutes?"
"My dad and mom work hard for a month, and their combined salary is less than 10,000 yuan."
Yu's father asked, "Qi Tao, do you know that one minute on stage takes ten years of hard work off stage?"
At this time, Yu's mother started to persuade him: "Old Yu, why are you so serious? Don't you see that you are scaring the child?"
"Talk to your child about the truth, and be calm and kind."
Father Yu calmed down and said slowly, "Xiao Tao, your uncle's achievements today didn't come out of thin air. He worked hard day after day for more than 20 years to get to where he is today."
"Xiao Tao, do you know why your uncle only needed three years of study to successfully enter university after his eyesight healed?"
After a pause, Yu's father continued, "Don't tell me that it's because your uncle is smart."
"Let me tell you, during those three years, your uncle went to bed at 11pm every night and got up at 6am, even during the Chinese New Year."
"For three years, nearly 1,100 days, your uncle hasn't slept in a single day. Apart from eating and a little exercise, he spends almost all his time studying."
"The most important thing is that no one urged him to do this. This was all done by your uncle on his own initiative and with self-discipline."
Father Yu took the tea from Qing Ning, took a sip, and said, "Xiao Tao, and you little ones..."
"If you had half, not just half, but one-fifth of your uncle's diligence and self-discipline, your parents wouldn't have to worry about your future at all..."
In the soundproof bedroom, Yu Zhiming sat at the desk and finally drew a simple diagram of the last injury on Yu Zhen's body. He put down the pen in his hand and glanced at the electronic clock next to him.
11:16 PM.
I didn't realize it was so late.
Yu Zhiming stood up and moved his neck, waist, arms and legs for a while.
He gently pushed open the bedroom door and found that Qingning had not rested yet. She was sitting at the head of the bed, reading quietly with the help of the light from the bedside lamp.
On the other side of the bed, there was a little kid holding a Mickey Mouse doll, sleeping soundly with his body almost lying sideways.
"Why did Xiaoqiao fall asleep here?"
Qing Ning put down the book and replied softly, "He said he came to see you for something, but he fell asleep while waiting."
"I've already told my elder sister that Xiaoqiao will sleep in my room tonight."
She asked again, "Are you done?"
Yu Zhiming hummed, then continued, "Yu Zhen has a lot of old injuries that need to be healed. His left knee joint, in particular, is a complex injury that needs to be drawn clearly and meticulously."
"It took quite a while."
Qing Ning got out of bed and took Yu Zhiming's arm.
"I'll go wash up with you. By the way, Dad gave us an ideological and political education class tonight."
"What happened?" Yu Zhiming was confused.
In the spacious bathroom, Yu Zhiming washed up while listening to Qing Ning's explanation of his father's argument for his theme that "one minute on stage requires ten years of hard work off stage."
Yu Zhiming rinsed his mouth to clear the toothpaste foam and chuckled, "Back then, our family wasn't well off. For us rural kids, there were only two options: go to college or join the army."
"Given my situation at the time, going to university was the best option, so I just had to study really hard."
Qing Ning nodded and asked, "Zhi Ming, I have a question that I haven't figured out yet."
"With your intelligence and your young age, if you repeat a year, you should have no problem getting into a prestigious university."
"Why did you choose to study at a third-rate medical school like Jishui Medical College?"
Yu Zhiming pretended to be mysterious and said, "Of course there is an important reason for this. I really want to know."
"Of course I did."
Qing Ning hugged Yu Zhiming's waist from behind, shook her body, and said delicately: "Tell me, tell me..."
Yu Zhiming chuckled and said, "First, it's financial constraints. Repeating an extra year means spending an extra year's worth of money."
"The most important thing is that I can't hold on any longer."
He recalled for a moment and sighed, "Three years of studying day and night, even the donkey in the production team couldn't keep up."
"At the time, I felt that if I continued like this, I might collapse, so I rejected the suggestion to repeat the year and went straight to university."
"Looking back now, my choice was a wise one."
Qing Ning hugged Yu Zhiming tightly and said, "The hardships of the past and every decision have made you who you are today."
"Especially for me who is holding you in my arms and feeling so happy, every decision you made in the past, no matter how small, was the wisest and most correct, hehe..."
Qing Ning suddenly sighed and said, "I thought about what a doctor said at my uncle Changyan's sanatorium last New Year's Day..."
She recalled, "The physical hardship was hard, independent thinking was hard, self-control and patience were hard, studying was hard, loneliness was hard, and being able to bend and stretch was hard, dignity was hard."
"These kinds of suffering divide people into different levels."
"Zhiming, I suddenly realized today that you have basically experienced all of these kinds of suffering."
Yu Zhiming sighed softly, "I originally had nothing. If I want to develop, there is no other way except to endure hardships."
"Unlike you, who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths."
Qing Ning argued unconvincedly, "We just have better material conditions and more opportunities. If we want to stand out, we have to work hard, okay?"
Because it was quite late and he still had a lot of work to do tomorrow, Yu Zhiming washed up, had a little intimacy with Qing Ning, and then went back to the soundproof bedroom alone.
He lay on the bed, glanced at his phone, and found two messages from Gu Qingran.
The first message said that after consultation with a panel of experts from Huashan Hospital, Meng Fan was recommended to undergo CAR-T treatment within the next three days.
The second message said that the German medical group's inspection experts would arrive in Binhai next Wednesday...
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