Chapter 677: The Turbulence Caused by a Cigarette
The next morning after six o'clock, as Yu Zhiming walked out of the bedroom, a little guy rushed over and hugged his legs.
"Uncle, uncle, good morning!"
Qing Ning, who was standing by, chuckled and said, "This little guy woke up at half past five. After asking you what time you got up, he got up and waited for you at the door."
"When I asked her what was going on, she wouldn't tell me!"
Song Qiao turned his head to look at Qing Ning and smiled embarrassedly.
Qing Ning touched Song Qiao's head and said to Yu Zhiming, "If you have anything to say in private, you two can talk. I'm going to go wash up first."
After that, she walked towards the bathroom.
Yu Zhiming squatted down, looked Song Qiao in the eye, and said, "Xiao Qiao, you've been looking for me since last night. It seems like something big is going on."
"Tell me, what's the big deal?"
Song Qiao chuckled and asked, "Uncle, can you give me 500,000 yuan?"
Five hundred thousand?
Yu Zhiming was startled and asked, "Xiao Qiao, are you sure you want 500,000 yuan? Not 50 yuan?"
Song Qiao nodded his head and said, "It's five hundred thousand, not fifty yuan. I have two hundred yuan myself."
She further explained, "My mom gave it to me. She said if I see something in Binhai that I really want to buy, I have to spend my own money and I'm not allowed to ask my grandparents or my uncle for money."
Yu Zhiming chuckled and said, "During the Chinese New Year, you earned thousands of yuan in lucky money. Why did your mother only give you 200 yuan?"
Song Qiao said with a bitter face, "My mother took all my New Year's money and said she was saving it for my university tuition."
Yu Zhiming smiled, then saw Song Qiao's face tighten, looking very serious, and asked, "Uncle, are you very rich now?"
"A lot of money, more than half a million?"
Yu Zhiming hummed and said, "Indeed, I have quite a bit of money, more than 500,000 yuan."
"Xiao Qiao, tell me first, why do you want 500,000? This is not a small amount."
Song Qiao whispered back, "My classmate Yang Shuang said she's sick and won't live long."
"I said, my uncle is amazing and can cure diseases."
"She said that her condition required surgery at a large hospital, which would cost a lot of money, perhaps half a million yuan, and her family didn't have the money."
After hearing this, Yu Zhiming roughly understood it.
Xiaoqiao's classmate Yang Shuang was probably diagnosed with some organ deformity, some organic disease, or a tumor, and needed major surgery.
This surgery is expensive and may also involve significant risks.
"Xiao Qiao, you want 500,000 yuan for your classmate's surgery?"
Song Qiao nodded and said, "Uncle, Yang Shuang is my friend. I don't want her to die."
"Uncle, I don't have 500,000 now. When I grow up and make a lot of money, I will pay you back one million."
Yu Zhiming pinched Song Qiao's nose and said, "Xiao Qiao, this is not just a matter of money, and it's not something you kids can handle."
"Xiao Qiao, I need to understand the specific situation first before I can decide whether to help your friend Yang Shuang, and how to truly help her."
Song Qiao uttered an "oh" and then said anxiously, "Uncle, uncle, please understand it quickly."
"Our class teacher knows everything."
Urged by Xiaoqiao's bright eyes, Yu Zhiming could only say, "Xiaoqiao, I don't know your homeroom teacher. How about asking your mother to find out for me?"
Song Qiao thought about it and nodded reluctantly.
Next, Yu Zhiming called his third sister Yu Xinyue in front of Song Qiao.
The phone rang five or six times before it was connected.
Then, a slightly confused voice came from the phone, "Lao Wu, it's so early, what happened?"
"Third sister, Xiaoqiao has a classmate named Yang Shuang..."
Before Yu Zhiming finished speaking, his third sister's voice rang out again from the phone.
"Did that troublesome girl also tell you about that? A few days ago, she burst into tears and said that her classmate Yang Shuang was sick and dying, and asked if her family had 500,000 yuan."
"How can a little girl like her handle this kind of thing?"
Yu Zhiming interrupted, "Third sister, please help me understand what's going on."
"If their family really has practical difficulties that they cannot overcome, we should help them if we can."
The next moment, Yu Xinyue's depressed voice sounded, "Okay, I'll go find out."
"This damn girl really knows how to find things for us to do."
"Lao Wu, tell her for me that when I go to Binhai this Friday, I will definitely beat her up..."
Yu Zhiming ended the call with his third sister and looked at Song Qiao who was laughing beside him.
"Still laughing? You've already booked a beating."
Song Qiao smiled and said, "I'm not afraid, hehe."
"With grandpa, grandma, aunt, and uncle here, mom doesn't dare to hit me..."
Freeing up memory, washing up, morning exercise, and breakfast, Yu Zhiming completed these tasks in order and it was time to go to work.
At around 8:30 in the morning, Yu Zhiming rushed to the central building of the hospital, made some preparations, and then took Zhou Mo to the oncology department.
This morning at nine o'clock, Ke Minzhi had surgery.
Yu Zhiming came to the oncology operating area. When he walked through the family waiting area and headed towards the isolation door, he was stopped by several people.
The leader was a woman in her fifties with short, messy hair and glasses, looking quite capable.
On the left of this person is Ke Xixi, and on the right is a young man in his twenties.
The woman spoke first: "Hello, Doctor Yu!"
"I'm Xia Shuang, Lao Ke's wife. I'm currently in charge of the group's affairs on behalf of Lao Ke."
"I want to know exactly what are Lao Ke's chances of success?"
Yu Zhiming frowned and said, "Ms. Xia, if you mean the success rate of today's operation, then it's a high probability."
"If you're referring to the success rate of Mr. Ke's cancer being cured, I can't tell you. I can only say it's possible."
Xia Shuang was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Spending two or three years to try to achieve a possibility is indeed something Lao Ke can do."
"Doctor Yu, I'm leaving Lao Ke in your care."
After saying this, Xia Shuang bowed to Yu Zhiming and asked for help, then stepped aside with his children and others.
Yu Zhiming strode through the isolation door of the operating area.
Zhou Mo stayed outside.
She took out her phone and was about to check her Moments when it suddenly rang.
It was a call from the center's landline.
"Zhou Mo, a group of very impressive guys have arrived at the center. They want to see Dr. Yu. They said they have an appointment for a physical examination."
Zhou Mo thought that two patients with advanced cancer would come for physical examinations today.
She replied, "Just asking, is this the physical examination scheduled through Ning'an Hospital?"
"If so, please ask them to wait for about an hour and a half. Doctor Yu just entered the operating room..."
Zhou Mo estimated the time quite accurately. At 10:20 in the morning, Yu Zhiming appeared in the family waiting area again.
Facing the concerned faces of Ke Minzhi's family, Yu Zhiming explained: "The operation is not over yet. I just completed my work and marked the part that needed to be removed."
"Mr. Ke's surgery was performed by one of our hospital's best surgical oncologists. There's a high probability that the surgery will go smoothly today. Please don't worry too much."
Yu Zhiming also frankly said: "The real challenge is to carry out CAR-T treatment..."
A little after half past ten in the morning, Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo walked around an inpatient building and saw the central building about ten or twenty meters away.
The two unexpectedly saw that Meng Xin, a young nurse at the center, was arguing with a man and a woman in front of the small building.
The next moment, Yu Zhiming saw an angry scene.
Meng Xin was pushed by a tall man in a dark windbreaker. He stumbled back four or five steps and then fell heavily on his buttocks to the ground.
Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo ran to Meng Xin and helped her up.
During this process, Yu Zhiming took the opportunity to give Meng Xin a physical examination and found that there was no injury to the coccyx.
But it definitely hurts.
Meng Xin's eyes were filled with tears, and when she saw Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo, she couldn't help but shed tears.
"Doctor Yu, Zhou Mo, that woman is smoking. I told her that smoking is not allowed in the hospital."
"She ignored me and continued to smoke."
Yu Zhiming looked at the woman Meng Xin was talking about. She was wearing heavy makeup, with her hands in her pockets, swinging her legs, and looking at Yu Zhiming with an indifferent expression.
Meng Xin continued to accuse, "I warned her that if she smoked again I would call security, and she flicked the cigarette butt into the flower bed."
"She even scolded me."
"I replied, and the guy pushed me..."
Hearing this, Zhou Mo came directly to the man in the windbreaker who was pushing people. With her two-meter-eight aura fully displayed, she glanced at the man who was nearly a head taller than her with contempt.
"You're relying on your height and strength to bully women. Are you really a man? Do you dare to push me?"
The man in the windbreaker looked at Zhou Mo in front of him, then looked at Yu Zhiming not far away, but took a step back, walked up to the heavily made-up woman, bent down, and almost whispered.
"Miss, he is Dr. Yu Zhiming!"
These words surprised the heavily made-up woman, and she stood up straight unconsciously.
She looked at Yu Zhiming who was a few meters away for a few more times and murmured softly, "It turns out to be a pretty boy. I thought he was an old man in his sixties or seventies."
"I'm going back, you stay and deal with it!"
"Miss, how do we solve this problem?" the man in the windbreaker asked worriedly.
The heavily made-up woman's eyes turned cold as she asked, "What? Do you still want me to humble myself and apologize to the nurse?"
"Pay the money and ask the old man to reimburse you."
After saying this, the heavily made-up woman turned and walked towards the small building in the center.
The man in the windbreaker who stayed behind came up to Yu Zhiming, Zhou Mo and Meng Xin with an embarrassed look on his face.
Although the two people were talking in whispers, Yu Zhiming heard it clearly.
Before the man in the windbreaker spoke, Yu Zhiming slowly said, "There are indeed many things that can be solved with money."
"For example, if you pushed my colleague and she got hurt, that can be settled with money."
"How much are you prepared to pay?"
The man in the windbreaker was slightly startled. After considering for a moment, he asked cautiously, "Well, how about 50,000?"
Yu Zhiming looked at Meng Xin.
"Meng Xin, fifty thousand, are you satisfied?"
Meng Xin was a little confused and asked, "Doctor Yu, do you think I should be satisfied or dissatisfied?"
Yu Zhiming suppressed his laughter and said softly, "A butt dump, earning 50,000, that's enough."
Meng Xin hurriedly said, "Satisfied, satisfied. Fifty thousand for one buttock. I am very satisfied."
Yu Zhiming smiled, walked towards the central building, and said, "If a son is not well educated, it is the fault of his father. Zhou Mo, let's go meet that father."
"See how much he is willing to pay for his daughter's mistakes."
The man in the windbreaker became anxious when he heard this.
"Doctor Yu, this fifty thousand is for everything that just happened. I will forgive you for what happened."
Yu Zhiming ignored him and continued walking towards the small building.
The man in the windbreaker was really anxious and reached out to grab Yu Zhiming's shoulders.
Zhou Mo, who was protecting Yu Zhiming, suddenly had a look of lightening in his eyes and reached out to grab the windbreaker man's arm like lightning.
The next moment, Zhou Mo's body circled around the man in the windbreaker like a monkey, and his legs twisted around his neck, throwing him violently out...
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