The most enlightened doctor

The brain blood clot puncture path designed by neurosurgeon Dr. You Weixian was finally delivered after get off work on Thursday.

After Yu Zhiming finished his day's work, he received four schematic diagrams of puncture paths from Dr. You's assistant in the large office in the central building.

"Dr. Yu, Dr. You said that these four clots have the greatest impact on the brain. As for the other clots, you can slowly wait for them to dissolve without taking risks."

Dr. Xiao, who came to deliver the information, continued: "Dr. You also asked me to express my apology on my behalf. Because of my busy work, I delayed for an extra day or two to complete Dr. Yu's commission."

Yu Zhiming also replied politely: "Dr. You is too polite. This period is a period of high incidence of cerebrovascular diseases. It was me who interrupted abruptly."

"Please also express my gratitude to Dr. You on my behalf..."

Yu Zhiming sent Dr. Xiao away and turned his attention to Zhang Yong, a patient with skull base tumor who was pushed in a wheelchair by his family with Dr. Xiao.

"Mr. Zhang, who are you?"

"Dr. Yu, I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. I know you will be busy tomorrow, Dr. Yu, so I came over in advance to say goodbye."

Zhang Yong's voice was a little unclear, but it was still clear what he meant.

He looked grateful again and said: "At the same time, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks again to Dr. Yu for your kindness in keeping me alive."

Yu Zhiming said modestly: "It is mainly due to Dr. You's contribution, plus your own courage, Mr. Zhang, and some luck."

Zhang Yong chuckled and said: "I know very well that without the perfect combination of you and Dr. You, Dr. Yu, I would not be where I am now."

"You and Dr. You are both my lifesavers."

Yu Zhiming smiled, did not continue the topic, and asked instead: "You now?"

Zhang Yong pointed to his mouth and left ear and said: "I can't speak clearly in my mouth, and the hearing in my left ear has also declined significantly. The left side of my body is numb, and I can't use my left leg."

He chuckled again and said: "Compared to saving a small life, these sequelae are nothing."

"Dr. You said that if it hadn't been for the use of Ji's amino acids, my sequelae would have been several times worse."

"The important thing is that these sequelae of mine will be alleviated to varying degrees over time."

As he spoke, Zhang Yong took a flat long box from the family and handed it to Yu Zhiming.

"Dr. Yu, this is a wild ginseng I got from a friend by chance. It is said that it has been growing for seventy or eighty years."

"It just represents my gratitude. Please don't dislike it, Dr. Yu."

Hearing that it was wild ginseng again and that it was still seventy or eighty years old, Yu Zhiming reached out to take the box and opened it.

I saw that the box contained a ginseng with two gourd heads, all the ginseng and roots, and in good condition.

Yu Zhiming visually inspected it and found that the ginseng weighed about two hundred grams.

"Mr. Zhang, your gift is too expensive, I can't accept it. But ginseng is what I need."

"How about I buy it at the market price?"

Zhang Yong said solemnly: "Dr. Yu, I'm not giving you a gift, I'm just expressing my gratitude."

"Selling it at market price, what's the point..."

this……

After some negotiation, Yu Zhiming finally "reluctantly" accepted this gift that was brought to his heart.

In return, he enthusiastically said that if you encounter any physical problems that are difficult to solve in the future, you can come to him at any time.

However, as soon as these words were spoken, Yu Zhiming knew that he had said the wrong thing again.

This is a hospital and he is a doctor.

How can you say such words, as if you are cursing others for suffering from intractable diseases.

Zhang Yong didn't mean to be unhappy at all.

This is exactly what he intended.

I went through all the trouble to buy such a ginseng tree, and gave it to Yu Zhiming as a gift, just to facilitate contact in the future.

Now, his life has been extended for another ten or twenty years, and he still has a family.

For a mere two hundred thousand yuan and a favor, you can get life insurance from Yu Zhiming.

It's totally worth it...

After sending Zhang Yong away, Yu Zhiming gave the ginseng tree to Dr. Wang Zejia and asked him to hand it over to Dr. Wang Wu.

Yu Zhiming took Zhou Mo away from the central building and went straight to the old specimen building.

The blood clot is removed from the brain by puncture, preferably in a well-soundproof operating room.

It is said that the old specimen building will be renovated this week.

Yu Zhiming wanted to check on the spot whether the exclusive workspace on the third basement floor of the old specimen building, as well as the soundproof operating room, could be put into use.

Arriving in front of the newly renovated old specimen building, Yu Zhiming couldn't help but stop and admire it for a moment.

"It feels like makeup that can change your face. It looks bright and beautiful, but on the inside it looks old and ugly. It may have passed its shelf life."

Zhou Mo glanced at Yu Zhiming, who was sighing with emotion, and hummed: "No matter how powerful the makeup skills are, or even the plastic surgery, they can't fool you. You will know everything with just one click."

Yu Zhiming laughed and walked into the old specimen building.

To Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo's surprise, there were ten or twenty decoration workers in the lobby on the first floor, either squatting or sitting on the floor, eating lunch boxes.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Mo blurted out and asked: "Why are you all eating here?"

"Why don't you go to the cafeteria or a small restaurant to eat?"

A red-faced man who looked like a small foreman put the lunch box on the ground and walked up to the two of them in a few steps.

He said cautiously: "There are some jobs that need to be done quickly. After we finish eating, we can continue to work."

He added: "After we finish eating, I will clean up so that the floor will not be dirty."

"May I ask you two?"

Yu Zhiming responded first: "We are doctors. I heard that the decoration here is about to be completed. I am curious and came to take a look."

"You don't have to worry about us while you're eating."

After Yu Zhiming said this, he felt that the little foreman and everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief.

He nodded to the little foreman again and walked towards the stairs.

"Hey, you two!"

The little foreman stopped the two of them and said in an awkward tone: "Two doctors, I'm sorry, the work has not been handed over and accepted yet, so outsiders are not allowed to come in and visit casually."

Zhou Mo said: "To tell you the truth, we are going to the third underground floor to see the actual decoration situation. Maybe it will be used in the next two days."

"You want us to go down?"

"Should we call the logistics department or ask your leader to come over and take us there?"

While the little foreman was struggling, a worker ran to him and showed him his cell phone.

The little foreman glanced at the phone screen a few times and his attitude changed drastically.

"So you are Dr. Yu. It's because of my poor eyesight that I didn't recognize you right away."

"Doctor Yu, I will take you down."

Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo followed the smiling little foreman into the stairs.

"Dr. Yu, we worked overtime to decorate the three floors downstairs. In fact, they were all completed a week ago."

“Quality of decoration…”

The little foreman said confidently: "You can rest assured that all materials are of the best quality and our workmanship is also the best."

"I can't say how long it will take. Within ten years, there will be no decoration problems caused by natural damage."

While talking, the three of them went down to the third underground floor.

When I opened the door to the stairwell, I felt a wave of heat rushing towards my face, as if summer had suddenly entered.

"Why is it so hot?"

The little foreman quickly explained: "This is to set the temperature control to high warm air. One is to dry out the moisture, and the other is to dry out harmful gases such as formaldehyde in the shortest time."

Yu Zhiming let out a soft oh, and after a while got used to the hot air, he walked quickly through the corridor with large LCD screens on both sides and entered the surgery area.

He took a quick tour and found that the changing room, sterilization room and operating room were all decorated.

However, it is only decorated, and there are no equipment required for surgery such as operating table, operating chair, and shadowless lamp.

Not to mention the medical supplies and medicines needed for surgery.

In just a few minutes, Yu Zhiming was sweating on his forehead. After looking at the operation area, he left the third underground floor and entered the stairwell.

Yu Zhiming took a few breaths of cool air, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and told Zhou Mo: "Ask the logistics department if we can equip the operating room with the ability to perform cranial surgery as soon as possible?"

Zhou Mo nodded in response...

Yu Zhiming returned to the lobby on the first floor through the stairs and saw that except for a worker who looked to be in his thirties or forties and was wearing jeans, everyone else was missing.

He also noticed that there were really no stains on the smooth floor.

The jeans worker came up to me, smiled and asked, "Dr. Yu, could you please take a look at my place?"

He gestured to the suprasternal fossa between his collarbones and begged, "Not only does it hurt when I eat during this period, but I also choke."

"I checked online and found out it was esophageal cancer."

"Doctor Yu, can you please..."

Before the man finished speaking, Yu Zhiming's gloved hand was placed on his neck.

After probing for a moment, Yu Zhiming withdrew his hand.

"Don't worry, it's not cancer, it's esophageal atrophy."

"Your situation is probably caused by irregular eating and drinking for a long time, which triggers inflammation."

"Go to the outpatient clinic and get some medicine, pay more attention to your eating habits, don't overeat or overeat, and eat more fresh vegetables and fruits..."

On the way home, Zhou Mo, who was driving, thought of something and suddenly became excited.

"Dr. Yu, do you know who is the most beautiful mixed-race woman in our country?"

Yu Zhiming replied: "Film and television star Xie Wanwan?"

Zhou Mo pretended to be shocked and asked, "You actually follow entertainment gossip?"

Yu Zhiming glanced at her sideways and said, "Is it necessary to make such a fuss? From years ago to now, this first mixed-race beauty has become so popular that it can be seen on TV networks."

"I took a look at it by chance and remembered it. Isn't that normal?"

Zhou Mo chuckled and said, "She is known as the number one mixed-race beauty, and she also says that she is a pure natural beauty."

"It raised a lot of questions. Someone posted photos of her in middle school and found some differences from her current appearance."

"Xie Wanwan posted the medical test report to prove her innocence and said she had not had plastic surgery."

“But netizens don’t believe it!”

"Some netizens can tell you that they will only believe Dr. Yu, who knows everything about me, after he did an examination and said there was no plastic surgery."

"Doctor Yu..."

Yu Zhiming interrupted the criticism: "Am I that free? Or are you too free? I think it is necessary to arrange for you to receive new medical training."

Zhou Mo curled his lips and said nothing, and drove honestly.

Yu Zhiming said slowly: "I don't care if she has had plastic surgery. I have some doubts about her mixed race."

"She is said to be of mixed Chinese and French descent, but except for the heterochromatic eyes, there is no trace of mixed race characteristics on her face."

"I suspect that her heterochromatic pupils are just due to heterochromia iridis, not due to mixed race."

Zhou Mo shouted with gleaming eyes: "Dr. Yu, did you catch me? He also said that he would remember it after just a glance."

"You must have done careful research on her, otherwise how can you be sure that she is not a mixed race and has some disease."

Yu Zhiming said solemnly: "Starting next week, you will go to the outpatient and emergency department to train on trauma dressing."

"No, I'm most afraid of bloody wounds..."

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