Chapter 285 Please Save My Life
On Wednesday morning, Yu Zhiming arrived at the Qi Yue Medical Research Center at about the same time as usual.
But he looked like an eggplant hit by frost, wilted.
Yu Zhiming first went to the ward area, quickly examined the patients that the center had admitted in recent days, and then went to the director's office.
Qi Yue, who was changing into a white coat, saw Yu Zhiming and chuckled, "Your master's wife told me everything about last night."
"They say you remain calm in times of crisis, quite like a great general."
Yu Zhiming smiled and said, "Actually, I was also very panicked, but fortunately the fire didn't really happen."
After a pause, he turned and asked, "Teacher, do you know any experts in plastic surgery?"
"Plastic surgery?"
Qi Yue recalled and asked, "Zhiming, has any friend asked you to do plastic surgery? Or does anyone want to have plastic surgery?"
"Plastic surgery!"
Yu Zhiming pointed to his left nose and said, "It's a minor injury. A piece of my nose is missing here."
"Teacher, I encountered something unfair on my way home last night. I was trying to be a hero, but I didn't expect it to be a misunderstanding in the end."
Without waiting for the teacher to ask, he started to talk about how a husband chased his wife and beat her in the middle of the night with a shiny spatula in his hand.
Qi Yue suppressed his laughter and asked, "Did that couple end up relying on you?"
Yu Zhiming shook his head and said, "That's not the case!"
"After the police arrived, the man woke up."
"Those two didn't hide anything and told the police what they had done."
"The man even took the initiative to say that he didn't blame us."
"The police reprimanded them, saying they were deliberately creating a misunderstanding and were fully responsible."
"If they still refuse to give in, we will hold them accountable for disturbing the peace."
Yu Zhiming chuckled and said, "I saw that the man was indeed disfigured, and thinking that our hospital's plastic surgery department is quite capable, I suggested introducing them to a specialist."
"Of course, I'm just responsible for the introduction. They have to pay the relevant expenses themselves."
Qi Yue nodded and said, "In the plastic surgery department, I have a pretty good relationship with one or two people."
"I'll call right now..."
After contacting a chief physician of plastic surgery, Yu Zhiming returned to the large office.
Zhou Mo, who came to work a little later than usual, came over with a smile on his face.
"Doctor Yu, I'm so sorry for causing you so much trouble and fright last night. I also tried my best to save the situation at a critical moment."
Yu Zhiming waved his hand and said magnanimously, "No need to apologize. Last night was just an accident. You didn't want it to happen."
"Hey, what are the follow-up work arrangements?"
Zhou Mo sighed softly, "My mom said that we prepared eight sets of clothes in total and filmed five sets, which is enough."
"There will be no reshoots for those three sets."
After a pause, she chuckled and said, "The photographer said that this accident was caused by a problem with their equipment."
"Also, Doctor Yu, you reminded them at the beginning, but they didn't take it seriously."
"So, this time it was their responsibility, and as an apology, they didn't charge us for the filming."
"My mother didn't hold them accountable."
Having said this, Zhou Mo picked up his mobile phone and tapped a few times on the screen.
"Doctor Yu, your remuneration has been transferred."
"Please accept it."
Yu Zhiming opened his phone and took a look.
"Ten thousand? Didn't we agree on two thousand?"
Yu Zhiming also knew that the originally agreed price of two thousand was still a friendly price.
If you hire a young model or a part-time model, it will only cost a few hundred or a thousand yuan.
Zhou Mo explained: "Doctor Yu, the extra information is our apology and gratitude."
"My mother woke up this morning and was still terrified."
"He also said that if you, Doctor Yu, hadn't stepped in in time to calm people down and take charge of the situation, if someone had rolled down the stairs, the consequences would have been unpredictable!"
Yu Zhiming smiled faintly, and with a clear conscience, he tapped on his phone screen and accepted the transfer...
Last night, due to two consecutive accidents, Yu Zhiming only rested for more than three hours.
Although Yu Zhiming felt a little dizzy due to lack of rest, his workload for the day did not decrease.
In addition to the scheduled work, Qi Yue also told Yu Zhiming that four more patients would come today.
Fortunately, Yu Zhiming already had rich experience in dealing with lack of sleep.
When he had nothing to do, he looked confused and dull, but when he had something important to do, he became energetic as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
This allowed Yu Zhiming to complete his morning work well.
Zhou Mo specially asked the aunt at home to prepare lunch, which included steamed sea bass, shrimps, eggs, etc., saying that it was to compensate for Yu Zhiming being hungry last night.
Yu Zhiming, who had a great appetite, was about to enjoy his meal when Qi Yue called him to the director's office.
Yu Zhiming saw a mother and son with red and swollen eyes in the director's office.
The son looked to be about twenty-two or twenty-three years old. He was a red-haired young man with a middle-parted hairstyle, big earrings, and a somewhat avant-garde style.
He said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Doctor Yu, my father suffered a cerebral hemorrhage at the company on Monday."
"They are still in danger after the rescue efforts."
"The neurology doctor said, Dr. Yu, you can perform an extracorporeal puncture to restore adequate blood supply to my father's brain and help him regain consciousness."
Yu Zhiming was slightly startled and quickly explained, "My external puncture technique is only for emergency situations."
"It is very likely to aggravate brain damage. It is no exaggeration to say that it is drinking poison to quench thirst."
The red-haired young man showed a sad expression on his face. He said, "My father's attending physician also said that in my father's case..."
"The possibility of voluntarily waking up is extremely slim, and he won't be able to hold on for much longer."
"My mom and I just wanted to have a good talk with Dad and say goodbye to him."
At this point, the red-haired young man burst into tears.
He wiped his eyes vigorously and said with a choked voice, "It was only then that I realized that I still have so many things to say to my father."
"Doctor Yu, please help us!"
As they spoke, the red-haired young man and his mother bowed to Yu Zhiming and refused to get up.
Yu Zhiming didn't agree immediately, but said in a deep voice, "This extracorporeal bypass surgery is a risky emergency measure. It may not succeed, and even if it does, it may not bring the patient back to life."
"You two, do you understand?"
The red-haired young man wiped his eyes again and said, "Understand, we know this is a risk and may not be rewarded."
"Doctor Yu, please rest assured. No matter what the consequences are, we will accept them."
Seeing the red-haired young man's statement, Yu Zhiming was ready to agree and go with them to the neurology department.
Qi Yue suddenly said, "Do you know the forty-eight-hour rule?"
The red-haired young man and his mother exchanged a glance, then shook their heads and said, "Uncle Qi, we don't know what forty-eight hours means. Are there any special regulations?"
Yu Zhiming saw Qi Yue looking at him, and he understood what she meant and explained to the mother and son, "This 48 hours is a regulation for work-related injury recognition in our country."
"Anyone who dies from a sudden illness during working hours or at the workplace and whose death is unsuccessful within 48 hours of receiving emergency medical treatment shall be deemed to have sustained an occupational injury."
"More than forty-eight hours doesn't count as a work-related injury."
Qi Yue said quietly, "Whether it's considered a work injury or not, the compensation and subsequent treatment will make a big difference."
While Yu Zhiming and Qi Yue were talking, the mother and son had already taken out their cell phones and started searching.
Yu Zhiming and Teacher Qi looked at each other, tacitly kept silent, and waited quietly.
A few minutes later, the red-haired young man, who had exchanged glances with his mother several times, said awkwardly, "Doctor Yu, this extracorporeal bypass surgery is like drinking poison to quench thirst. I want to discuss it with my mother and give it some thought."
"This is what should be expected. It does require careful consideration and careful decision-making!" Yu Zhiming replied expressionlessly.
After the mother and son left the director's office, Yu Zhiming could no longer hold back his expression.
He said angrily, "Just now, you looked so sad and heartbroken."
"But in the blink of an eye..."
Yu Zhiming paused, exhaled deeply, and sighed, "In the face of tangible interests, the love between father and son, and husband and wife, is as fragile as tofu."
"Teacher, this society is becoming more and more realistic."
Qi Yue acted as if he was not surprised and said, "This is a difference of hundreds of thousands, or even millions of dollars in profit."
"It's an irresistible temptation for ordinary families."
"Especially, the one who makes the decision is not the dying person lying in the hospital bed, but the one who benefits."
Qi Yue chuckled lightly and said sarcastically, "This 48-hour limit is a test of human nature."
"On the one hand, the employer instructed the hospital to actively save the patient at all costs. As long as the patient survived for 48 hours, they would not care whether he lived or died after that."
"On the other hand, families will give up on resuscitation and ask the hospital to stop the life support system when the deadline approaches."
"Zhiming, don't tell me, you haven't experienced this before?"
Yu Zhiming replied softly, "When I was working at the county hospital, I never encountered a family member giving up on their own initiative."
"The main reason is that there are not many formal units in our county, and even fewer companies that pay insurance. Therefore, there are very few special patient cases like this."
Qi Yue uttered an "oh" and then warned solemnly, "Zhi Ming, never test human nature."
"Everyone has a price, including you and me. The reason we don't betray is simply because the price others offer is not high enough..."
There was still a lot of work to do in the afternoon, but fortunately Yu Zhiming finally managed to get through it.
After six o'clock in the evening, he completed the rapid screening of fifty volunteers for the very early stage cancer project and returned to the large office relaxed.
Unexpectedly, he discovered that someone was waiting for him.
It was the man who chased his wife last night.
Yu Zhiming looked at his bandaged left cheek and nose and asked, "Is the repair surgery done?"
The man replied honestly, "It was done this morning. Thank you, Dr. Yu, for recommending the specialist."
Yu Zhiming noticed the hesitation in this guy's eyes and said impatiently, "If you have something to say, just say it!"
He warned again, "Forget about compensation. I did nothing wrong last night."
"If you are not satisfied, you can go to court and sue."
The man waved his hands and said, "Doctor Yu, I absolutely have no intention of asking for compensation."
"I have something else to tell you, Doctor Yu..."
He glanced at Qiao Lei and Zhou Mo in the office and said, "Doctor Yu, can we talk privately?"
"What I want to discuss is very important and needs to be kept confidential."
Yu Zhiming's face turned cold and he said, "If you want to talk, let's talk now. Talking privately is impossible."
"I still have work to do. If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly."
The man struggled for a moment, and the next moment, he bent his legs and knelt in front of Yu Zhiming.
"Doctor Yu, please save my life..."
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