Chapter 267 The Clown
Yu Zhiming felt that time passed very quickly. In the blink of an eye, a night had passed and it was Monday again.
Mondays are his busiest time.
Yu Zhiming had to arrive at Huashan Hospital 10 to 20 minutes earlier than usual to prepare for his outpatient and emergency department appointments.
This has some meaning of the early bird catches the worm, mainly because Yu Zhiming's diagnostic efficiency can never be improved.
Other doctors can diagnose a patient in an average of five or six minutes, but Yu Zhiming needs eleven or twelve minutes.
Moreover, as the weeks passed, Yu Zhiming's diagnostic efficiency not only did not improve, but instead showed a downward trend.
Mainly because as time goes by, Yu Zhiming's abilities and fame are known to more and more people, and the proportion of patients who come to him specifically to make an appointment with him, including those with serious illnesses, critical illnesses, and difficult and complicated diseases, is increasing.
This undoubtedly increased the difficulty of diagnosis and prolonged Yu Zhiming's examination and diagnosis time.
Yu Zhiming, who has limited experience and knowledge, found it difficult to diagnose the symptoms of many patients.
He had no choice but to list and draw out the patient's symptoms in detail, and then transfer the patient to the corresponding department for further diagnosis.
Generally, on the second or third day, Yu Zhiming would know the specific cause and name of the patient's disease, as well as the treatment plan, thus enriching his case database.
That's the benefit of working in a top hospital.
It can be said that in every medical field, there are masters and experts with rich experience and superb medical skills.
Any type of patient who comes to Huashan Hospital can basically be diagnosed and receive proper treatment.
At the same time, Yu Zhiming was able to gain indirect guidance from seniors and experts through solving difficult cases one after another, allowing himself to grow...
As lunch time approached, a registered patient who walked into the outpatient department attracted Yu Zhiming's special attention.
This person is a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, with a bun on his head and a beard.
"Master, are you coming to see the patient in person?" Qiao Lei, who was standing by, asked jokingly.
The middle-aged Taoist priest replied cheerfully, "Eating whole grains and not practicing enough will inevitably lead to illness."
Yu Zhiming asked a few questions and learned that the scholar was from a Taoist temple in a small mountain range in Zhejiang Province and traveled to Binhai.
Symptoms of physical discomfort include mild headache, body aches, and mild diarrhea.
The Taoist priest said that his symptoms had lasted for two months and had not been cured.
Yu Zhiming gave him a full body check and found that the Taoist priest was in good health. He could be said to be in the best physical condition among all the registered patients in the morning.
There is only minor liver and kidney damage, and some small stones in the kidneys.
Yu Zhiming's first thought of chronic poisoning was long-term diarrhea, body pain, and liver and kidney damage.
Could it be that he made some elixir and took it himself?
Yu Zhiming suppressed his chaotic thoughts, wrote down his initial judgment, and then referred the middle-aged Taoist priest to the hematology department for a confirmatory examination.
At this time, it was past noon, Yu Zhiming stopped seeing patients and left the outpatient and emergency building to have lunch.
This time he did not go to the hospital cafeteria, but returned to the Qi Yue Medical Research Center.
Zhou Mo has already informed him through text message and brought him lunch...
When Yu Zhiming returned to the big office, he found that Zhou Mo had already prepared the meal, including steamed fish fillets, crab meat with crab roe, twice-cooked pork and stir-fried kale.
The soup is lotus root and pork ribs soup, and the staple food is rice.
Yu Zhiming noticed that his dish was twice as large as Zhou Mo's. The most obvious thing was the lion's head, which was the size of a child's fist. There were two in his bowl, while Zhou Mo only had one.
Moreover, the bowl of rice in front of him was a large bowl, and the rice was packed quite solidly, at least five or six times the amount of rice in Zhou Mo's small bowl.
Seeing such a huge difference in the amount of food and rice, Yu Zhiming said a little embarrassedly: "Zhou Mo, well, I can't actually eat that much!"
Zhou Mo smiled and said, "Doctor Yu, this isn't the first time we've had dinner together."
"I don't know how much you eat."
"Don't be so polite in front of me, just eat quickly."
Yu Zhiming chuckled and started eating...
It is almost common knowledge that he eats two or three times more than his local and southern colleagues.
Even though Qiao Lei is from the north and is taller and stronger, his appetite is not as great as Yu Zhiming's.
What’s a little strange is that although Yu Zhiming eats a lot, he still looks a little thin.
Yu Zhiming knew that the reason he could eat but not gain weight was neither because of hyperfunction nor poor gastrointestinal absorption function.
There are two main reasons. One is sleep problems, which aggravates the body's nutrient consumption.
The second is that the brain consumes a lot of nutrients.
Just like Dr. Ding Ye’s cousin, because of overusing his brain, he became weak and thin and short in stature.
Yu Zhiming knew that he had the same problem.
Distinguishing subtle sounds and converting the sounds and echoes heard into vivid and intuitive three-dimensional perspective images in the brain, this seemingly natural inspection process requires the brain to make massive calculations, which naturally consumes a lot of energy.
Therefore, Yu Zhiming not only eats a lot, but also gets hungry quickly, which also makes him develop the habit of eating and storing snacks.
In his desk drawer, he kept a lot of peanuts, walnuts, sweet potato chips, chocolate, and other snacks...
The food, which seemed to be enough for two adult men, was quickly devoured by Yu Zhiming.
Zhou Mo, who had only eaten half of his meal, chuckled and said, "Looks like I need to bring more food for tomorrow."
“No, no!”
Yu Zhiming quickly refused, "I'm already a little full from today's meal."
"I ate quickly so I could rush to the emergency room and avoid keeping the patients waiting."
He drank the remaining half bowl of soup in one gulp, then took out two tissues to wipe his mouth.
"The food here really tastes much better than the one in the cafeteria."
"Zhou Mo, there's no need to increase the amount of food tomorrow. It would be better if it's a little less than today."
"I'm going to the emergency room first..."
After 12:30 noon, Yu Zhiming hurried to outpatient clinic No. 15 and found that Qiao Lei and Wang Li, the young nurse arranged by the emergency department, were already waiting there.
He drank a sip of water first, then asked the nurse Wang Li, who was guarding the outpatient department, to call people in the order in which they registered...
Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Zhiming suddenly heard Wang Li arguing with someone outside the door.
"Hey, you two don't have numbers, you're not allowed in."
Then, a man's voice rang out, "Little nurse, are you new here? Don't you know who I am?"
"I never need to register when I take people to see a doctor."
Yu Zhiming heard Wang Li's angry voice again: "I don't know who you are, and I don't need to know who you are. When you see Doctor Yu, you have to follow the rules."
"You are not allowed to enter if you don't have a number."
At this time, the voice of Qiao Lei, who had gone out to check the situation, was heard.
"This is a medical treatment area, no noise allowed."
"Since you don't have a number, please go to the registration window downstairs to register. Don't disturb other people's medical treatment."
At this time, Yu Zhiming heard the man's voice become lower, almost whispering.
"It seems you really don't know me."
"I'm Meng Fangyue, and your Dean Li is my uncle. Can I come in?"
Hearing these words, Yu Zhiming looked towards the door and met Qiao Lei's inquiring gaze.
Yu Zhiming made a gesture of disgust to drive him away.
Qiao Lei, understanding the meaning, turned his head away.
"This is an outpatient clinic. You have to follow the outpatient rules and call your number to see the doctor. There are so many people watching us. We can't break the rules."
"Mr. Meng, if you really need to see a doctor, please go and register, or make another appointment."
After more than ten seconds of silence, Yu Zhiming heard the so-called Master Meng and his companions leave.
Order was restored in the outpatient clinic, and Yu Zhiming continued to see patients...
Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Qiao Lei, who had been out to inquire about the news for more than ten minutes, returned to the outpatient department.
"Doctor Yu, I found out that this guy named Meng Fangyue is actually the nephew of Dean Li's wife."
"Deputy Director Liu told me that he doesn't bring patients to see him very often, only once or twice a month on average."
"He really didn't register, so the emergency and outpatient specialists turned a blind eye to him out of respect for Dean Li."
Yu Zhiming uttered a soft "oh"...
After five o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Zhiming completed the diagnosis of fifty people in the outpatient and emergency departments, and hurried back to the examination room of the Qi Yue Medical Research Center to begin rapid liver and stomach examinations on fifty volunteers in the very early stage cancer project.
Around 6:30 in the evening, Yu Zhiming finished a rapid cancer screening of 50 people, and then dragged his tired body to the hospital cafeteria for dinner.
He prepared the meal and found a secluded dining table with Qiao Lei to sit down, eating slowly and resting at the same time.
After a while, a man in his thirties with a bowl-cut pigtail and an ordinary-looking oval head sat down opposite Yu Zhiming.
Qiao Lei leaned close to Yu Zhiming and whispered, "Meng Fangyue."
Meng Fangyue laughed at Yu Zhiming and said, "Doctor Yu, now we know each other."
"Next time, when I bring a patient here, I won't be turned away again, right?"
Yu Zhiming ignored this guy and lowered his head to continue eating.
A look of annoyance flashed across Meng Fangyue's face, but it was quickly replaced by a forced smile.
"Doctor Yu, we can work together to make some money. Your registration fee for the specialist is 120 yuan, and the share you get is only 60 or 70 yuan."
"How about this, I'll give you 100 yuan for each patient I take in, direct cash payment."
"how?"
Hearing this, Yu Zhiming became a little angry.
Is this guy in front of me not smart enough, confused, or is he deliberately humiliating me?
As a well-known doctor, how could he be short of this hundred yuan?
Yu Zhiming quickly finished his meal, without saying a word to Meng Fangyue, he stood up and left with the empty plate.
He also had to rush to the gynecology department to perform an endometrial cancer resection surgery with Director Liu Yun. He really didn't have the time or energy to deal with such a clown...
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