Chapter 2: Fortune and Misfortune
At this time, Yu Zhiming's face was covered with bruises, and most of his face was swollen. Not only did he look ugly, but he was also a little scary.
Since he couldn't preserve his handsome appearance, he was really reluctant to meet guests.
However, the other party had already entered the room and was a senior leader of the hospital, so Yu Zhiming had to stand up politely to greet him.
Yu Xiangwan lay motionless on the hospital bed, half of his face covered with a thin blanket, his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep and acting like a dead dog.
"Xiao Yu, sit down quickly!"
"You're still injured and feeling unwell, how can you get up and move around!"
Dean Wu, whose hairline had receded to the top of his head and whose body had gained some weight, spoke first and then took two quick steps to press Yu Zhiming onto the small bed.
"Xiao Yu, how do you feel now?"
Faced with the leader's unexpected enthusiasm and concern, Yu Zhiming was flattered and decided to tell the truth.
"It's just some flesh wounds. Apart from the pain, there are no other problems."
Finally, he remembered to add, "Thank you for your concern, Dean. You took the time to come visit me at this late hour."
Dean Wu chuckled and said, "That's as it should be!"
"Xiao Yu, you are now the star and the face of our hospital, and you suffered such a terrible accident today."
After a pause, he said seriously, "Xiao Yu, don't worry. The hospital will definitely seek justice for you and make sure the guys who beat you are severely punished."
After Dean Wu expressed his opinion, he noticed that Yu Zhiming's attention shifted to the two people beside him, so he turned to introduce them.
"Xiao Yu, let me introduce you."
"They are my friends..."
The man who came with Dean Wu was a handsome uncle in his fifties or sixties with a meticulously slicked-back hairstyle, decent clothes, a slightly thin figure, and a rather elegant temperament.
The man met Yu Zhiming's gaze and spoke up to continue what Dean Wu said.
"Hello, Doctor Yu!"
"I'm Qi Yue. Qi is composed of two horizontal strokes, a left stroke, and a right stroke."
Qi Yue pointed to the slender and graceful woman in her thirties beside him, who looked clean and transparent, and continued to introduce her.
"This is my niece Yin Wenzhu!"
Qi Yue then frankly stated his purpose, "Doctor Yu, we came here from out of town specifically because we admire your reputation."
"I heard that Doctor Yu, you are particularly good at auscultation and percussion. You are known as a human CT scan. You can accurately diagnose physical diseases without the help of modern medical equipment."
"I'd like you to examine my niece."
"Doctor Yu, are you available now?"
Hearing this, Yu Zhiming was speechless.
He really came for something!
We should not have too high expectations of Dean Wu. He has been beaten into such a state, but he still has no sympathy at all.
Yu Zhiming resisted the urge to complain, stood up again, and looked at Yin Wenzhu standing beside him.
She has a slim figure, long hair neatly tied behind her head, and a plain face that looks slightly pale.
Yu Zhiming also noticed that there was a five-centimeter-long suture scar on Yin Wenzhu's left forehead that had not yet completely faded and extended into her hair.
He asked directly, "Ms. Yin, are you feeling unwell?"
Qi Yue responded first: "Doctor Yu, if possible, please give my niece a comprehensive physical examination first, so that we can see your auscultation and percussion skills."
Yu Zhiming heard the intention of testing the other party's medical skills in his words, and felt a little unhappy.
Although you can get in through the dean's back door, you can't reverse the master-servant relationship between doctors and patients!
Besides, what qualifications do you have to judge my medical skills?
Yu Zhiming's eyes darkened, and he was about to refuse when he suddenly saw from the corner of his eye that Dean Wu was secretly winking at him.
Is there something else going on?
Yu Zhiming suppressed his thoughts and said indifferently, "In that case, please use this accompanying bed as a temporary examination bed, Ms. Yin. I'll go outside to get the examination gloves..."
When he came back from the nurses' station with surgical rubber gloves, he was surprised to see Yin Wenzhu spreading a golden outdoor emergency blanket on the accompanying bed.
this……
Qi Yue explained with a bit of embarrassment: "Well, she has a mild case of mysophobia, please understand!"
Yu Zhiming let out a soft "oh" and didn't react much.
Having worked in the County People's Hospital for four years, Yu Zhiming has come into contact with many different types of patients, including some strange ones, so he can be considered knowledgeable.
Relatively speaking, mysophobia is his favorite special hobby.
Who doesn’t like patients to be clean and tidy?
After Yin Wenzhu laid out the emergency blanket and lay down on the small bed, Yu Zhiming put on surgical gloves and, without using a stethoscope, gently pressed the front of his right hand on the upper center of Yin Wenzhu's chest.
Then, Yu Zhiming ordered: "Take a deep breath!"
"Breathe..."
“Exhale…”
As Yin Wenzhu breathed in and out forcefully, Yu Zhiming's hand on her chest naturally rose and fell with the expansion and contraction of her chest under the watchful eyes of Qi Yue and Dean Wu.
At the same time, Yu Zhiming's left hand would occasionally pat Yin Wenzhu's chest, ribs, etc.
Qi Yue's eyes sparkled as he stared at the movements of Yu Zhiming's hands and his facial expressions.
Unfortunately, Yu Zhiming had a swollen pig-like face, his skin was too tight, and his eyes were narrowed into a line, without any subtle expression!
What Qi Yue didn't know was that the gas that Yin Wenzhu exhaled into his body rushed into his left and right lungs through the trachea, bronchi, and bronchioles. The large amount of fine sounds produced by the rushing and collision, as well as the various echoes of the slapping sounds outside the body, had been transmitted clearly into his eardrums through Yu Zhiming's hands and arms, and then into his brain.
All these complex yet chaotic sounds converged in Yu Zhiming's brain.
Like magic, they combine to form a real-time, three-dimensional dynamic simulation of the lungs that expands and contracts continuously and is transparent inside and out.
Furthermore, as more and more feedback sounds came in, the details of the three-dimensional dynamic image of the lungs simulated in Yu Zhiming's mind became clearer and clearer...
Yu Zhiming's ability is not some magical, inexplicable special power that came from heaven.
It is actually a physical abnormality.
To be more precise, it is a physical disease that is cleverly applied through passive adaptation to the environment and long-term exploration and training.
Yu Zhiming suffers from sound sensitivity.
This is a very rare disease that allows Yu Zhiming to hear very subtle sounds, allowing him to perceive and distinguish sounds hundreds or thousands of times better than ordinary people.
It can even allow Yu Zhiming to hear the sound of blood flowing in other people's bodies at close range.
Yu Zhiming didn't know that his auditory hypersensitivity was a congenital condition and was the result of a serious accident in his childhood.
Ever since he could remember, he had this super-sensitive hearing, and at the same time, he also had a complete darkness in front of his eyes.
His family told him that he had suffered a serious accident when he was a little over two years old.
The accident nearly killed him and caused a blood clot in his brain, which then affected his visual nerve center and caused blindness.
Yu Zhiming sometimes thinks that this may be why God always opens a window when he closes a door.
Although he is blind, he has super-sensitive hearing.
During his long life of blindness, he used his super-sensitive hearing to enable himself to locate objects by sound like a bat, as well as the ability to distinguish the shapes of objects based on sound reflections.
With the help of the echolocation function extended from his super sensitive hearing and the care of his family, he lived a relatively smooth life during the more than ten years of blindness.
So much so that in Yu Zhiming's daily study and life when he was blind, some people who had seen him expressed surprise that if they had not pointed it out specifically or observed carefully, they would not have been able to tell that Yu Zhiming was a blind person.
Even more fortunately, when he was thirteen years old, the blood clot in Yu Zhiming's brain finally loosened and dissolved, and his vision gradually recovered.
His hyperacusis did not disappear.
After successfully graduating from medical school and becoming a doctor, Yu Zhiming put his super-sensitive hearing to good use in treating illnesses and saving lives, becoming a human CT scanner with accuracy and clarity far exceeding that of medical equipment...
After Yu Zhiming finished examining Yin Wenzhu's lungs, he lowered his right hand slightly and began to explore her heart...
Just like bats use echoes to locate and shape objects, such people really exist in reality.
There is a foreign blind man who can use whistling to echolocate and can also ride a bicycle.
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