The most enlightened doctor

"Beep...beep..."

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable..."

Zhou Mo looked at Yu Zhiming on the side and asked anxiously: "Doctor Yu, the other party hasn't answered the phone, what should I do?"

Not long after Yu Zhiming received Zhou Mo's call, she rushed over panting.

But they dialed the contact number one after another, and Yu Zhiming also sent three persuasive voices to identify himself, but the other party always ignored it.

Wang Wu, who was well-informed, advised, "Zhou Mo, don't be anxious. Maybe it's just a prank, or you have an ulterior motive to ask Doctor Yu."

"Anyway, you have already called the police as soon as possible. The police should be able to find the person based on the location of the mobile phone signal."

Zhou Mo still looked worried and said, "I hope so. However, during the phone call with him, I could feel that he doesn't seem like the kind of person who lies and plays pranks."

Yu Zhiming said: "Whether this is true or not, the other party has not answered the phone or responded to the voice message. There is nothing we can do. We can only wait for the results of the police investigation."

Zhou Mo nodded gently.

At this moment, the mobile phone in Zhou Mo's hand suddenly rang three message notification tones.

She took one look and immediately shouted: "The voice has come back, the voice has come back, he has spoken back!"

Zhou Mo spoke and pressed the first voice message.

A deep man's voice rang from the phone, "Dr. Yu, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"I almost became a doctor once, but my college entrance examination results were average and I could only attend a third-rate medical school. It didn't matter if I had no money after graduation. Even our county hospital had trouble getting into it. Finally, with the persuasion of my family, I went to study at that time. It’s still a popular architectural design major.”

Zhou Mo pressed the second voice message.

"I have fantasized more than once. If I had insisted on my own ideas and gone to medical school, would I be able to be like you, Dr. Yu, and become the male protagonist of an online novel?"

"I know very well in my heart that this is impossible. Just like gold can shine everywhere, ordinary people are ordinary in any industry."

"A person like me, even if I can really travel through time, will not become the hero or savior of that world, because I am essentially an ordinary person, not born at the wrong time."

Zhou Mo quickly pressed the third voice message.

"I've always wanted to be a hero, and today's incident should be my most heroic one."

The voice paused for a moment, and then a much more solemn voice sounded again.

"I fully authorize Dr. Yu Zhiming of Huashan Hospital to dispose of my body. I hope Dr. Yu can use my organs and body to save more people."

"I hope that those who are treated because of me can have a more brilliant life."

After another pause, the man's voice continued: "I know you must have called the police. In order for you to find me as soon as possible, I will tell you where I am."

“Room 2207, Youyou Hotel.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhiming immediately dispatched: "Zhou Mo, contact the police. Qing Ning, contact Youyou Hotel."

"I'll contact the hospital."

As he spoke, Yu Zhiming found the number of Director Yang Mai of the Medical Department on his mobile phone and dialed it.

Director Yang Mai quickly answered the call, and Yu Zhiming told the man's story quickly and briefly.

Yang Mai said that he would make arrangements here to have the ambulance go to Youyou Hotel.

Yu Zhiming ended the call with Director Yang Mai and looked at Qing Ning and Zhou Mo who had finished the call.

"Let's wait for the news..."

They didn't wait long. Two or three minutes later, they received a call from Jin Feng, the director of the street police station.

"Doctor Yu, unfortunately, the man has died. The cause is initially determined to be excessive blood loss due to a cut on the carotid artery."

When Yu Zhiming heard this, his heart sank.

When a carotid artery is cut, it is really decisive and does not give others a chance to rescue.

Jin Feng's voice continued to be heard from the mobile phone, "The man was soaked in the ice water in the bathtub, and there was a suicide note left in the room. The suicide note also said that the body was donated, and the body and organs are at your sole discretion, Dr. Yu." "

Hearing that the man's body was soaked in ice water, Yu Zhiming understood that this man had made sufficient preparations for organ donation.

"Director Jin, organ preservation requires professional processing. Please collect evidence on site as soon as possible. Leave the remaining matters to the medical staff who rush to handle it..."

Yu Zhiming ended the call with Director Jin and said to Dr. Wang: "Well, I need to rush to the hospital."

Wang Wu nodded and said: "Go ahead. That person has given you full authority over this matter, so he should go and say goodbye..."

Accompanied by Qing Ning and Zhou Mo, Yu Zhiming hurriedly took the elevator to the underground parking lot and saw Zhang Hai waiting outside the elevator.

A minute or two later, the phantom car they were riding in left the Junshanfu community at a high speed.

After being quiet for a while, Zhou Mo spoke first: "Doctor Yu, he should be able to help a lot of people, right?"

Yu Zhiming nodded lightly and said: "It ranges from three to five people to more than ten people. It depends on his personal health and matching situation."

Zhou Mo lamented: "Why can't he think about it so hard? From his previous short phone call, he didn't say that he had suffered any major blows. He just felt that there was no hope no matter how hard he tried, so he just gave up without trying hard? "

Qing Ning took the words and said, "It must be depression."

"The competition in Binhai is fierce, all kinds of pressure are high, and people are busy day after day, but their life and work have not improved much. In addition, they are affected by all kinds of anxiety and other negative news. Some people are likely to become depressed and have troubled thoughts. Dead end.”

Zhou Mo let out another sigh.

The next moment, she suddenly asked: "Hey, Doctor Yu, can the catering owner's sister really be cured of her leg pain if she goes for psychological consultation this afternoon?"

Yu Zhiming was a little surprised by Zhou Mo's jumping thinking, but he still patiently replied: "If the psychological consultation goes well, she can stop cracking her fingers, and it will not trigger the spasm of the femoral artery that causes leg pain."

"However, to achieve a complete cure, we need to understand why finger-cracking causes femoral artery spasm."

"But in terms of priorities, her psychological issues need to be addressed first."

"When her psychological problems are relieved, we will study the causal relationship between finger cracking and femoral artery spasm with her cooperation."

Zhou Moruo said in realization...

On the way to the hospital, Yu Zhiming received another call from Director Yang Mai.

"Dr. Yu, that man has been taken to the hospital. The police have found out that his name is Xu Yang. He is thirty-four years old. He has no parents, wife, children, or brothers and sisters."

Yang Mai sighed again: "In his hotel room, I also found a physical examination report done in our hospital last week, which shows that he is in good health."

"The police also concluded that the death was suicide."

After a pause, Yang Mai said on the call again: "Dr. Yu, I just got his matching data. A total of eight people in the organ transplant network were successfully matched."

"Dr. Yu, as the person authorized by Xu Yang to dispose of the body, will you wait until you arrive?"

"still?"

Yu Zhiming knew that Xu Yang was not a brain-dead patient. In his case, the body organs could not be nourished by blood, so naturally the sooner they were taken out, the better.

"Director Yang, let's start now."

"Xu Yang's last wish is to treat more people, and he naturally hopes that those people can get healthier organs..."

At 10:30 in the evening, Yu Zhiming and his team rushed to the organ transplant center of Huashan Hospital.

In a room, Yu Zhiming, Zhou Mo, Qing Ning, and Zhang Hai met Xu Yang.

He was lying on a gurney, covered with a white sheet, his head exposed, and the wound on his neck had been sutured.

Yu Zhiming looked at this person who had a major intersection tonight, but was already separated by life and death.

Due to blood loss, his face is pale, he has a fairly tall nose, and his mouth and eyebrows are a bit ordinary.

Overall, it is a popular face.

Yu Zhiming bowed seriously to this man three times and thanked him for saving other people.

After bowing, Yu Zhiming looked at Xu Yang, who seemed to be sleeping, and said slowly: "Although you claim to be an ordinary person who will never succeed, the definition of success is different for everyone."

"Every ordinary person has a world centered around him."

"You will not be an exception."

"Zhou Mo..."

Zhou Mo, who heard the call, took a step closer to Yu Zhiming and heard Yu Zhiming continue: "Please help the police to get Xu Yang's detailed biographical information and mobile phone address book."

"Contact Xu Yang's colleagues, classmates, teachers, fellow villagers, relatives and everyone else who can be contacted, and we will hold a memorial service for him."

"Let him know that he is not alone."

Zhou Mo nodded lightly and said, "Doctor Yu, don't worry, I will definitely handle this matter."

Yu Zhiming covered Xu Yang's face with a white sheet, and when he left the room, he saw Director Yang Mai, Director Jin Feng, and the head of the organ transplant center waiting outside.

Yu Zhiming signed several additional medical documents about Xu Yang, and together with Zhou Mo, he answered several questions from Director Jin Feng and took notes.

After finishing their work, Yu Zhiming and others walked out of the organ transplant center. It was nearly 11:30 in the evening.

A few steps out of the building, a figure suddenly rushed over from the shadow of the building on the side.

"Yu Zhiming, you bitch doctor, you killed my father, I'm going to kill you."

I'm sorry, what's going on?

Yu Zhiming looked along the sound...

With the help of the light from the building behind him, I saw a boy who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a fierce face and a small fruit knife rushing over.

At this moment, Zhang Hai had already stepped forward to greet him.

Zhou Mo and Qing Ning were also on the left and right, nervously protecting Yu Zhiming.

Yu Zhiming looked forward and saw Zhang Hai suddenly kicked the young man's knife-wielding wrist.

The next moment, Yu Zhiming heard the sound of cracking bones and a shrill scream.

I also saw the fruit knife flying away...

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