medical treatment

Chapter 705 Do I Have That Much Free Time?

The puncture route for the brain clot designed by neurosurgery doctor You Weixian was finally delivered on Thursday after get off work.

After finishing his day's work, Yu Zhiming received four sketches of puncture routes from Dr. You's assistant in the big office of the central building.

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

Dr. Xiao, who came to deliver the materials, went on to say, "Dr. You asked me to express my apology on my behalf. Because I was busy with work, it took me a day or two to complete Dr. Yu's commission."

Yu Zhiming also replied politely: "Doctor You is too polite. This period is a period of high incidence of cerebrovascular diseases, and I was the one who interrupted abruptly."

"Please also express my thanks to Dr. You..."

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

"Mr. Zhang, who are you?"

"Doctor Yu, I'm leaving the hospital tomorrow. I know you're busy tomorrow, Doctor Yu, so I'll come here early to say goodbye."

Zhang Yong's voice was a little vague, but it was still possible for people to distinguish what he wanted to express.

He said gratefully again: "At the same time, once again, I sincerely thank Dr. Yu for your kindness in surviving."

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

Zhang Yong smiled lightly and said, "I know very well that without Dr. Yu, you and Dr. You being in perfect harmony, I wouldn't be where I am now."

"Both you and Dr. You are my saviors."

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

Zhang Yong pointed to his mouth and left ear, and said: "The mouth is a little unclear, and the hearing in the left ear has also declined significantly. There is also some numbness on the left side of the body, and some strength in the left leg."

He laughed again: "Compared to saving a life, these sequelae are nothing."

"Doctor You said that if I hadn't used Ji's amino acids, my sequelae would have been several times more serious."

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

While speaking, Zhang Yong took a long flat box from the family member and handed it to Yu Zhiming.

"Doctor Yu, this is a wild ginseng plant that I obtained from a friend by luck. It is said that it has grown for seven or eighty years."

"It's just a little bit of gratitude on behalf of me, and please don't dislike Dr. Yu."

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

I saw that the box contained a ginseng tree with two gourd heads, complete ginseng whiskers, and good quality.

Yu Zhiming measured it visually, and found that this 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: "Doctor Yu, I'm not giving a gift, I'm just expressing my gratitude."

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

this……

After some pushback, Yu Zhiming finally accepted the gift that was in his heart "reluctantly".

In return, he warmly expressed that he can come to him at any time if he encounters physical problems that are difficult to solve in the future.

However, as soon as he said this, Yu Zhiming knew that he had said something wrong again.

This is a hospital, and he is a doctor.

How can you say such a thing, 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 intends.

He went to great lengths to buy such a ginseng plant, and gave it to Yu Zhiming as he liked, just for the sake of good contact in the future.

Now, his life has been extended for another 20 years, besides, he still has family members.

You can get life insurance from Yu Zhiming for a mere cost of 10,000+ and a favor.

It's totally worth it...

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

Yu Zhiming took Zhou Mo, left the central small building, and went straight to the old specimen building.

Removal of blood clots from the brain by puncture, preferably in a soundproof operating room.

It is said that the renovation of the old specimen building will be completed this week.

Yu Zhiming is going to check on the spot whether the exclusive work area on the third basement floor of the old specimen building, as well as the soundproof operating room, can be put into use.

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

"It feels like a makeup technique that can change the face. It looks glamorous, but it is old and ugly inside. Maybe it has passed the expiration date."

Zhou Mo glanced at Yu Zhiming who was full of emotion, and snorted softly: "No matter how powerful makeup techniques are, or even plastic surgery, they won't be able to fool you, you will know everything with just one tap and one touch."

Yu Zhiming laughed and walked into the old specimen building.

What surprised Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo was that there were ten or twenty decoration workers in the lobby on the first floor, either squatting or sitting on the floor, eating box lunches.

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

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

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 rushed. We can continue to work after we finish our meal."

He added: "After we have eaten, I will clean up the sanitation so that the ground will not be dirty."

"Dare to ask you two?"

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

"You eat, don't worry about us."

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

He nodded again to the foreman, and walked in the direction of the stairs.

"Hey, two!"

The little foreman called to stop the two of them, and said with embarrassment: "You two doctors, I'm sorry, the place has not yet been handed over for acceptance, and outsiders are not allowed to come in and visit casually."

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

"Are you letting us go down?"

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

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

The little foreman glanced at the phone screen, and his attitude changed drastically.

"It turns out that you are Doctor Yu. It's because I have bad eyesight that I didn't recognize you all at once."

"Doctor Yu, I'll take you down."

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

"Doctor Yu, we worked overtime on the renovation of the third floor downstairs, but we actually finished it a week ago."

“The quality of the finish...”

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

"I dare not say how long it will be. Within ten years, there will be no decoration problems caused by natural damage."

Between the words, the three of them went down to the third floor underground.

Pushing open the door of the stairwell, I felt a wave of heat rushing towards my face, as if it had entered summer all of a sudden.

"Why is it so hot?"

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

Yu Zhiming let out a soft sigh, adjusted to the hot and dry air a little, and walked quickly through the corridor with large LCD screens on both sides, and entered the operating area.

He took a quick look around and found that the changing room, disinfection room and operating room had all been decorated.

However, it was only decorated, and there were no equipment needed for surgery such as operating tables, operating chairs, and shadowless lamps.

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

In just a few minutes, Yu Zhiming's brow was covered with sweat. After seeing the operation area, he left the third basement 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, can the operating room be equipped with the ability to perform brain surgery in the fastest time?"

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 about 40 or [-] years old and wearing jeans, everyone else had disappeared.

He also noticed that there were really no stains on the clean ground.

The jeans worker came up to meet him, laughed with him, and asked, "Doctor Yu, can I trouble you to look at my place?"

He gestured to the suprasternal socket between his two collarbones, and pleaded, "During this period of time, I've been choking, not to mention the pain here while eating."

"I looked it up online, and it was said to be esophageal cancer."

"Doctor Yu, can you please..."

Before the man finished speaking, Yu Zhiming put his gloved hand on his neck.

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

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

"Your situation should be caused by long-term irregular diet, alcohol stimulation, and inflammation."

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

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

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

Yu Zhiming replied, "Movie star Xie Wanwan?"

Zhou Mo pretended to be shocked, and asked, "You also pay attention to entertainment gossip?"

Yu Zhiming gave her a sideways look, and said, "Is there any need to make such a fuss? From years ago to now, this number one mixed-race beauty has been so popular, and it's all over the TV network."

"I glanced at it by chance, remember, isn't it normal?"

Zhou Mo chuckled and said, "She claims to be the number one mixed-race beauty, and she also claims that she is a pure natural beauty."

"It caused a lot of doubts. Someone posted a photo of her in middle school and found some differences from her current appearance."

"Xie Wanwan released the medical test report to prove her innocence, saying that she has not had plastic surgery."

"But netizens don't believe it!"

"There are some netizens who can say that they will believe it after seeing that the well-known doctor Yu has done an examination and said that there is no plastic surgery."

"Doctor Yu..."

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

Zhou Mo pursed his lips and remained silent, and drove honestly.

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

"She claims to be a Chinese-French hybrid, but on her face, apart from the feature of heterochromatic pupils, there is no trace of hybrid characteristics."

"I suspect that her heterochromatic pupils are only caused by heterochromia, not because of mixed blood."

Zhou Mo shouted with twinkling eyes: "Doctor Yu, have you been caught by me? He even said that he would remember it after seeing it by chance."

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

Yu Zhiming said in a deep voice: "From next week, you will go to the emergency room to train on trauma bandaging."

"Don't, I'm most afraid of bloody wounds..."

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