The most enlightened doctor

The next day, it was another sunny day.

At nearly 8:30 in the morning, Yu Zhiming rushed to the Zhizhen Tower of the hospital at about the same time as usual.

Zhao Fang, who came earlier, followed into the soundproof office.

"Dr. Yu, I would like to report to you on the preparations for the laryngeal surgery seminar."

Zhao Fang took a printed A4 paper and reported: "The participants are invited by invitation. There are 23 people in total, 13 from Binhai and 10 from other places. The list is Director Qi and Dr. Hao Zhenliang from the Hospital's Throat Surgery Department. , and Dr. Zhai Kang determined it together.”

"Dr. Yu, do you want to see the list?"

Yu Zhiming, who was putting on his white coat, said, "I won't read the list. I'm not familiar with these people either."

Zhao Fang took back the submitted list and added: "The conference fee is five thousand per person, for three days, from Thursday to Saturday next week."

Yu Zhiming was slightly startled and asked: "Dr. Adenauer arrived in Binhai on Friday. Why did this seminar start a day early?"

Zhao Fang explained: "Director Qi said that we should share our needs first and solve the problems that can be solved."

"The time Dr. Adenauer has to communicate and talk with everyone will not be very long, so we must make full and effective use of it."

Yu Zhiming sighed softly, thinking that the teacher and the others arranged it this way, which was indeed a good idea.

Zhao Fang asked again: "Doctor Yu, if you don't have any objections? I will contact everyone on this list one by one in the morning to confirm?"

Yu Zhiming nodded to indicate that he had no objection.

Zhao Fang turned half around and then back again, and said, "My mother's health is getting better day by day. Now she can get out of bed and walk around, and she can almost take care of herself."

"Dr. Yu, thank you for allowing me to still be a child with a mother!"

Yu Zhiming looked at Zhao Fang, who was bowing, and said, "It doesn't have to be like this. I am a doctor, and my duty is to treat illnesses and save people."

Zhao Fang straightened up, gently wiped the corners of her eyes, and said, "Doctor Yu, I'm going out to work."

Two or three minutes later, Yu Zhiming packed up and walked out of the soundproof office to prepare for work. He saw Zhou Luo's mother, Yang Sican, editor-in-chief of Binhai Science and Technology Press, coming up to him with a smile.

"Dr. Yu, after our publishing house worked overtime and worked hard, your auscultation monograph: Identification of Heart and Lung Sounds has finally been successfully published."

While the other party was talking, Yu Zhiming took a beautifully printed booklet with only about 20 pages handed over by the other party.

He looked through it and felt embarrassed.

Half of this thin booklet is his introduction and a few of his photos.

Yu Zhiming is quite satisfied with these photos.

The photo was selected from a gallery he took when he was shooting a promotional advertisement for the hospital. He is more handsome and sunny than himself.

On the last page of the booklet is a striking coating.

"Dr. Yu, there is a QR code under the coating. The QR code in each album is unique."

"Scan the QR code on your mobile phone to log in to the mini program and listen to Dr. Yu's teaching on distinguishing heart sounds and lung sounds."

Yang Sican introduced it with pride: "Our publishing house spent a lot of money to hire a very powerful software company to write this small program."

Yu Zhiming said "oh" very cooperatively and looked at the price again, which was 18 yuan.

This price is quite cheap for medical professional books that often cost dozens or hundreds of copies.

The main reason is that Yu Zhiming, who is not short of money, specifically made the request and set the price as low as possible.

For this reason, he only asked for a symbolic royalty.

Yang Sican asked expectantly: "Dr. Yu, we are going to hold a release ceremony. What time do you think it will be?"

Yu Zhiming shook his head and said, "I probably don't have time. This ritual is not important. What is important is whether this book can actually help medical workers."

Yang Sican, who had expected it, did not show any obvious disappointment. He chuckled and said, "The value of this book has already been widely recognized."

"Dr. Yu, can you guess how much the booking volume is?"

"Two hundred thousand?" Yu Zhiming casually guessed.

Yang Sican was so happy that his eyes narrowed into a thin line, and his voice was full of joy.

"Nine hundred and sixty thousand, which is close to one million. In medical professional books, this is comparable to a miracle."

This number made Yu Zhiming involuntarily smile.

It is always happy when something you have worked so hard to achieve is widely recognized...

Today is Thursday, because Yu Zhiming took a two-week vacation and needed to catch up on some previously scheduled work, so today and tomorrow are both his physical examination days.

Today's physical examination candidates include fifty people from the hospital's donation unit and fifty national staff members organized by the Health Bureau.

The physical examination of one hundred people, coupled with the fatigue accumulated from several days of work, made Yu Zhiming so tired that he didn't even want to move his fingers.

The problem is that there are two surgeries to remove cancerous tissue in the evening, and he still needs to mark the range of removal.

Yu Zhiming found that he had overestimated his body.

Although I take ginseng health pills every day, do longevity exercises and other fitness exercises, and persist in it every day, and my body slowly improves, my foundation is still too weak after all.

"Dr. Yu, how about canceling tonight's surgery?"

Yu Zhiming met Zhou Mo's concerned gaze, shook his head and said: "At this time, the first operation is about to begin, and the second operation should be ready."

"It's not good because I work hard alone, but I can still persevere."

Zhou Mo couldn't bear to say: "According to the work arrangement, you have to work tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday."

"Doctor Yu, it is necessary to readjust it and let you rest for at least a day to recover."

Yu Zhiming took a breath and sighed: "How relaxing it is on vacation, but how hard it is when you are busy. There is no way, some work must be made up, and it is not good to postpone it any longer."

"Also, Dr. Adenauer is coming next week, and there is my uncle's wedding, so I have to make time."

After a pause, Yu Zhiming added: "The narcolepsy patient will testify in court tomorrow morning. Zhou Mo, you can try to cancel it or ask other medical experts to take his place."

"This medical testimony doesn't necessarily have to be mine, right?"

Zhou Mo nodded lightly and said, "I'll contact you later. Can I give you a massage now?"

Yu Zhiming did not refuse this time.

He fell down and then lay down on the sofa, motionless and letting Zhou Mo do whatever he wanted...

Ten minutes later, someone knocked on the door and came in.

Zhou Mo, who was massaging Yu Zhiming's arms, saw that the person coming was Shen Yiyi, so he asked for Yu Zhiming.

"What's the matter?"

Shen Yiyi looked at Yu Zhiming, who was lying on the sofa, and said, "Dr. Yu, one of the patient's family members suffered from heart palpitations and panic. He also said that he felt like he was dying and was extremely scared."

"We gave him a full cardiac check-up and found no cardiac issues of concern."

"But since that person swore that he had indeed felt near-death, we are all a little worried and would like to ask Dr. Yu to confirm it."

The sense of dying is a special feeling when the human body is on the verge of death, and its feelings are diverse.

Most people will feel as if their souls have escaped, as if they have lost the restraints and weight of their bodies and floated out of their bodies.

There are many reasons that can cause the feeling of dying, including stress reaction, depressive disorder, arrhythmia, acute myocardial infarction, sepsis, etc.

Zhou Mo asked again: "Dr. Shen, when you come to invite Dr. Yu, is it the director who asks you to come, or is it Dr. Wang Chunyuan?"

Seeing that Yu Zhiming was motionless and unresponsive, Shen Yiyi could only reply honestly again: "It was me and several young doctors who performed the cardiac examination on that man. The director and Dr. Wang were not alerted yet."

Zhou Mo's face darkened and he said, "Doctor Shen, you have been in Zhizhenlou for a short time, don't you know?"

"If you can't solve the problem, ask your supervising doctor. Only if the director or Dr. Wang can't solve the problem can you go to Dr. Yu."

"Please strictly follow the treatment procedures."

Shen Yiyi argued: "The problem is that it's already past the off-duty time. We have to wait for the director or Dr. Wang until tomorrow."

"There will be many variables this night."

"What if..."

Zhou Mo said emotionlessly: "You can send the patient to the outpatient and emergency department, or to the cardiology department. You have many choices."

"As you can see, Dr. Yu is very tired now and has to undergo surgery later."

Shen Yiyi bit her lip and said, "Doctor Yu, I can see that you are very tired now."

"But this patient, I feel really uneasy. Can you hold on?"

"For you, it only takes a minute or two to investigate."

Shen Yiyi waited for a while, but when she saw that Yu Zhiming still didn't respond, she turned around and left in disappointment...

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