The most enlightened doctor

Nearly six o'clock in the afternoon, oncology department inpatient building.

A young man with short short hair rushed into the triple room No. 11 on the sixth floor and took a few steps to the bed No. 3 next to the window.

Sitting on the hospital bed was a middle-aged man with a somewhat gloomy face, weakness, and half-open eyes.

On the other side of the hospital bed, a middle-aged woman with a tired face was sitting, feeding the middle-aged man apples in small pieces with a small fork.

"Mom, Mom, don't feed my dad fruit yet."

The young man with short short hair lowered his voice and said anxiously: "First put makeup on my dad to make his face look better."

When the young man saw that his parents had stopped eating and feeding, and looked at him inquiringly, he leaned closer to them.

"I just got the solid news..."

He lowered his voice again, almost whispering, "Wait a minute, that Dr. Yu Zhiming will come to the ward to select suitable patients for experimental treatment."

"The first condition is that you are in good physical condition and mentally..."

The short-haired young man stopped mid-sentence, blinked his eyes, and was surprised to see his father lift off the quilt and get out of the hospital bed, pace back and forth on the bedside, and even expand his chest.

This this……

The young man turned his head to look at his mother, and saw an expression that was hard to explain and vaguely angry.

I’m so tired!

I’m really tired!

These days, my father feeds me one bite at a time. Not only that, even washing the feet, washing the face, and brushing the teeth were done while lying on the hospital bed, with the mother taking care of them.

The only convenient way to go to the bathroom was by his son carrying him to the bathroom.

It turns out that my father is not so weak that he cannot get up or walk on his own...

At nearly 6:40 in the afternoon, Yu Zhiming, who had had dinner in the cafeteria, walked out of the elevator accompanied by more than a dozen medical staff including Director of the Oncology Department Nie and Dr. Tang Jianxiong, and saw an unusual scene.

Just in the long and narrow corridor of the inpatient building, patients wearing hospital gowns one after another were showing off their vibrant bodies.

Some are trotting and jumping!

Some people do radio gymnastics!

There are leg presses!

Some are dancing!

There are also push-ups...

At first glance, this does not look like a cancer hospital with a calm atmosphere. I thought it was time for school recess activities.

Director Nie looked embarrassed.

The lice on the bald man's head were obvious, and the news had leaked out.

"Doctor Yu, this, this..."

Yu Zhiming chuckled and said: "It's pretty good. It saves a lot of trouble. Just let the patients in the corridor and under the age of sixty come to my place for examination."

In a temporary examination room set up at the nurse's station, Yu Zhiming spent more than three hours examining a total of 41 cancer patients.

He selected seven of them.

Four men and three women.

Two had stomach cancer, two had bowel cancer, and one each had breast cancer, cervical cancer, and ovarian cancer.

With fifty-six ginseng life-sustaining pills as support, Yu Zhiming was quite luxurious tonight.

Of course, he didn't stupidly announce the list of candidates on the spot. He left the oncology department and handed over the list of candidates to Director Nie and Dr. Tang.

Next, the two of them have to sign clinical volunteer agreements with the selected candidates and rearrange the wards.

Also, the surgery plan was arranged overnight.

Because we need to accommodate Yu Zhiming's schedule, the surgeries are scheduled for two surgeries in the morning, one in the afternoon and two in the evening.

On Wednesday morning, two...

At half past ten in the evening, Zhou Mo drove the bed truck and left Huashan Hospital and entered the express lane home.

She glanced at Yu Zhiming, who was slumped in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you stressed?"

Zhou Mo then explained: "Dr. Yu, when you judged that a patient was not suitable and finally decided to give up on him, you felt quite struggling and painful, right?"

“One chance for treatment is one chance of life.”

Yu Zhiming opened his eyes, adjusted his sitting posture, and said slowly: "Looking at your sentimental question, I know that you are not suitable to be a doctor, otherwise you will be depressed and jump off the building."

"Being a doctor requires a big heart and you need to make frequent choices about patients' life and death."

"How can there be so much pain and struggle? If it works, it will work. If it doesn't work, it won't work. You don't need to think too much."

Zhou Mo said hehey: "So, now I am just an assistant to your great doctor, responsible for handling miscellaneous matters."

"Hey, Doctor Yu, have you never thought about the thirty-four people you gave up on today?"

"In order to fight for your chance of treatment, they are also trying their best to show off. Many people have so much sweat on their faces that it feels like they have been washed away with water."

Yu Zhiming said slowly: "I won't think about them, I will only think about the hope that I gave those seven people once in a lifetime today."

"Zhou Mo, you have to understand that I am not omnipotent. I will succeed if I save what I can."

Zhou Mo nodded slightly and said, "This should be the difference between optimism and pessimism."

"Dr. Yu, it's my fault. I shouldn't have stirred up this topic to affect your mood."

Yu Zhiming said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter. If I were affected so easily, I wouldn't be who I am now."

After a pause, he changed the subject.

"My eldest nephew Fu Xiaobo broke up with his girlfriend. If you have a suitable friend, you can introduce him to him."

Zhou Mo hummed, then chuckled and said, "There are quite a few pretty little nurses in the hospital. As long as he pretends to be your nephew, he will definitely attract a lot of people to pursue him..."

When Yu Zhiming returned to his home in Junshan Mansion, it was nearly 11:30 in the evening. He unexpectedly found that both his eldest sister and Qing Ning were awake, making dumplings and waiting for him.

Yu Zhiming felt warm in his heart.

"Sister, Qing Ning, you don't have to wait for me until it's too late. You're not a child anymore. I can take care of myself."

Yu Zhaoxia stood up and said, "I'm not waiting for you specially. There just don't have many dumplings in the refrigerator."

"Lao Wu, what kind of stuffing do you want to eat?"

Yu Zhiming looked at the small pots filled with stuffing on the coffee table and said, "Let's go for beef with green onions."

Yu Zhaoxia picked up a curtain of dumplings and went to the kitchen.

Qing Ning also stood up and started to clear away the basin, rolling pin and other items on the coffee table.

"Zhiming, I brought my car here. It's always more convenient to have two cars at home."

Yu Zhiming hummed.

Qing Ning continued: "I advised my eldest sister to learn to drive, but she said she was too old to learn how to drive."

"Zhiming, if you give me some advice, my eldest sister will definitely listen to you."

The eldest sister is only forty-six years old this year, and she still has a lot of years to enjoy.

Yu Zhiming thought of this, came to the door of the kitchen, looked at the busy eldest sister, and said: "Sister, after you learn to drive, if Qing Ning and I have something to do in the future, you can go where you want to go or where your parents want to go. I drove by myself."

Yu Zhaoxia replied: "Driving is no different than other things. It is a very dangerous thing. If I don't learn well, it will be a sin to hit others."

"Sister, you really don't want to learn?"

"You really don't know how to learn!"

Yu Zhiming saw that the eldest sister's attitude was a bit firm, so he did not continue to persuade her.

He turned to look at Qing Ning and saw this guy curling his lips in disgust, opening his mouth and whispering: "You really don't know how to persuade others."

Yu Zhiming gave her a blank look in return...

Ten minutes later, Yu Zhiming and Qing Ning were eating delicious dumplings.

A large bowl of Yu Zhiming and a small bowl of lime.

Yu Zhaoxia was not in the habit of eating late night snacks, so she tidied up the kitchen and went back to the bedroom upstairs to sleep.

Qing Ning ate two dumplings and suddenly remembered something and said: "Tomorrow, is the German Medical Group on Wednesday?"

Yu Zhiming nodded and said, "I know."

"What specific plans does your brother have? When will I show up and shock those German guys?"

Qing Ning chuckled and said, "Let's put it this way, the inspection visit of this German medical group was made possible by the Ning'an Group's nearly three years of hard work."

"The purpose is to get Ning'an Hospital out of the state of being neither good nor bad, dead or alive, so that it can at least support itself."

"But this time is the other time."

Qing Ning suddenly reached out and touched Yu Zhiming's face, and said proudly: "Because of the sudden emergence of my man, you Zhiming, Ning'an Hospital has developed rapidly in the past six months."

"Ning'an Hospital's goal of supporting itself has been achieved, and a broader future is not far away."

"So, the cooperation with the German medical group is no longer necessary."

"Of course, my brother said that if the conditions are right, mutual benefit and icing on the cake, cooperation can still be carried out."

Yu Zhiming smiled and said, "So, even if the entertainment is downgraded and the cooperation terms are renegotiated, I don't have to show up anymore?"

Qing Ning chuckled and said, "That's almost it."

"However, my brother also said that you still have to show up, shock those German guys, and let them know that I have a lot of capable Chinese people."

"It's best to have them ask us for cooperation in turn. In this case, they can get a lot of good things."

"My brother said that their country's medical equipment, equipment, and medicine are quite impressive."

Yu Zhiming nodded and sighed: "Let's not talk about other things. Even conventional surgical instruments such as scalpels and surgical scissors are not as good as those produced in our country."

Qing Ning put on an expression of concern for the country and the people, and reached out to pat Yu Zhiming's shoulder.

"There is a long way to go. Comrade Yu Zhiming, the future of our country's medical industry depends on you."

Yu Zhiming reached out and flicked this guy's forehead.

"Eat well."

Qing Ning chuckled and said, "Zhiming, have you noticed anything different at home?"

"What's the difference?"

Yu Zhiming looked around as he spoke.

It really made him see some differences. There were more calligraphy and paintings on the walls around the living room.

"Did you get the calligraphy and painting from your home?"

"My brother gave it to me."

Qing Ning explained: "My brother promised a few years ago that he would collect some famous calligraphy and paintings for us."

"During the Chinese New Year, he went back to his hometown to pay New Year greetings and got it from many elders."

"Although they are not masterpieces by famous artists, they are all works of historical figures with research and records."

Yu Zhiming said, "When I see your brother, I will thank him personally."

"Hurry up and eat..."

During this time, the weather was so hot that I couldn't sleep well at night, and I felt groggy during the day. My brain felt like mush and I had some glitches.