medical treatment

In a blink of an eye, it was twelve noon on Friday. Yu Zhiming, who had finished his morning physical examination work, ate a family version of a luxurious lunch in the big office.

This is Yu Zhiming imitating Zhou Mo's practice before, asking Aunt Qiu Lan to cook more lunch at home, and then ask the errand brother to send the lunch to the hospital.

Although the cost is not low, it is still much cheaper than ordering a luxury takeaway from a restaurant.

Moreover, it is more nutritious and healthy.

Zhou Mo tasted all four dishes and one soup, and said approvingly: "The cooking skills are good, and it tastes better than my aunt's."

Yu Zhiming said softly: "You are a Geguxiang. Your aunt made it. You have eaten it too many times."

"Hey, the operating room?"

Zhou Mo hurriedly replied seriously: "The logistics department replied that the arrangement can be stepped up and it can be used before next Monday."

Yu Zhiming let out a soft sigh, and then heard Zhou Mo say again: "The patient has to be admitted to the ward after the operation?"

"The layout of this ward?"

"Do you still need medical staff to take care of you?"

"Doctor Yu, did you call the members of the medical team here in advance?"

Yu Zhiming was a little bored.

This really affects the whole body, followed by a steady stream of things.

He thought for a moment and said, "It's a puncture treatment, not a craniotomy, and the trauma is small."

"I think it should not be a big problem for patients to be directly transferred to neurosurgery after surgery."

Yu Zhiming pondered again and said: "In order to avoid accidents during the operation, a neurosurgery expert must be present."

"Doctor You?" Zhou Mo asked, swallowing the food in his mouth!
Yu Zhiming thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "Doctor You is very busy, so there is no need for this trivial matter to take up his precious time."

"Just ask an older chief physician."

Neurosurgery generally lasts for a long time, and the operation requires high precision, which places high demands on the energy and physical strength of the surgeon.

For neurosurgeons over 50 years old, as their energy and physical strength decline, they are generally unable to perform major operations.

They spend more energy on cultivating successors, and they also perform some small and medium-sized operations that are not difficult to maintain their feel.

Yu Zhiming should be cautious enough to invite such an experienced senior chief physician to prevent accidents.

Zhou Mo took the initiative to invite Ying and said: "Doctor Yu, leave this matter to me. I will definitely invite you a strong, enthusiastic and kind neurosurgery expert."

Yu Zhiming took a bite of steamed meat and fish, and asked, "Why are you so proactive today?"

Zhou Mo giggled and said, "As your personal assistant, when will I not take the initiative in my work?"

Yu Zhiming rolled his eyelids and said nothing, acquiescing to let her handle the matter.

Just then, someone knocked on the door and entered.

Yu Zhiming saw that the person who came here knew him, and it was Shen He, the executive director of the Chen Ying Foundation.

She came to send Yu Zhiming an invitation to the charity auction.

"Doctor Yu, the official start time of the auction is next Saturday at 07:30 in the evening."

Shen He introduced with a smile: "However, after three o'clock in the afternoon, distinguished guests can enter the venue to view various auction items."

"Doctor Yu, in this charity auction, in addition to the ten physical examination places you donated, we also received a lot of high-quality goods donated from other benevolent people."

"There are calligraphy and paintings of celebrities, handicrafts of masters, jewelry, etc., as well as an erhu carefully crafted by masters."

Yu Zhiming smiled lightly and said, "Director Shen, I will rush over there as soon as possible, maybe I can see some items I like."

Shen He smiled and said: "At that time, I will welcome you and your girlfriend at the venue..."

After sending Shen He away, Yu Zhiming sat down and continued eating.

While flipping through the invitation, Zhou Mo asked, "Doctor Yu, your charity fund has been approved, should we hold a similar fundraising event?"

Yu Zhiming said casually: "Let's talk about it later, I don't have time for these activities now..."

After lunch, Yu Zhiming closed his eyes and rested his mind at his workstation for ten minutes before returning to work.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Zhiming completed the physical examination of 100 employee benefits, and then started the physical examination of [-] people from donated units.

The first person who came into the examination room was a man in his 40s with thinning hair on his head and haggard spirit.

Yu Zhiming gave him a physical examination step by step, told him that he had mild fatty liver, and let him go.

"Just mild fatty liver?"

The man looked suspicious and asked, "Doctor Yu, are there any problems with my heart and cerebral blood vessels?"

Yu Zhiming said frankly: "At your age, the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular will definitely become narrower."

"In my investigation, the narrowest part of your main cardiovascular and cerebrovascular vessels is only [-] to [-] percent. This is a fairly healthy blood vessel at the same age."

"In other words, you are in fairly good health."

Hearing this, the man took a deep breath and said slowly, "Dr. Yu, I know you have excellent medical skills."

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just..."

He said worriedly: "Some time ago, a classmate I kept in touch with died suddenly and died in the study in the middle of the night."

"Let's put it this way, I am in a similar situation to him. I have a lot of work, a lot of pressure, and I often work overtime until late at night."

"During this time, I suffered from high blood pressure, headaches, and pain near my heart, and I couldn't sleep well at night. It was similar to my classmate's situation before his sudden death."

"I'm so worried that one night I will die suddenly like that classmate."

"Doctor Yu, I have seniors and juniors. Once I die, the family will collapse."

"Could you please double-check it for me?"

Yu Zhiming resisted the urge to roll his eyelids, and said in a deep voice: "Although my inspection speed is not slow, I definitely did not do it perfunctorily, and there will be no major omissions or negligence."

"So, there is no need to do a second check on you."

"Also, your blood pressure is normal..."

Hearing this, the man couldn't help but interrupted: "Doctor Yu, I bought a sphygmomanometer some time ago, and I measure my blood pressure every day, and I clearly know that I have high blood pressure."

"For the accuracy of the test, I deliberately didn't take antihypertensive drugs today. How could my blood pressure be normal?"

After a pause, he stretched out his arm again, and said excitedly, "Doctor Yu, take a blood pressure monitor to see if I have high blood pressure."

Whether a person's blood pressure is high or not, Yu Zhiming can keenly judge just by shaking hands.

Now, he has done a physical examination for this man. Naturally, there is no possibility of error in such a question as whether the blood pressure is normal.

However, Yu Zhiming had a new idea after seeing the man's blushing and thick neck excited questioning.

"Anxiety disorders can trigger high blood pressure, but they can also trigger corresponding physical symptoms."

"The sudden death of your classmate reminded you of your own feelings, so that some of the symptoms before his sudden death, such as high blood pressure, headache, and needle-like pain near the heart, also appeared in your body."

These words made the man a little dumbfounded.

"Doctor Yu, what do you mean?"

"To put it simply, you were frightened by a classmate's accident, which caused anxiety."

"I suggest you go for psychological counseling..."

After dismissing the anxious man, Yu Zhiming's next physical examination went much smoother.

At least, it was never questioned again.

Among these people, apart from a benign meningioma the size of a quail egg that required regular reexamination, Yu Zhiming did not find any serious illness requiring hospitalization.

At [-]:[-] in the evening, after Yu Zhiming finished the scheduled physical examination, he saw a woman with thinning gray hair sitting in a wheelchair being pushed into the examination room by a middle-aged man.

Just a simple glance, Yu Zhiming felt as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, and his whole body was revived instantly.

He suddenly discovered that the middle-aged man who pushed the woman in had a similar facial features to Gu Qingran.

This made Yu Zhiming couldn't help but look at the middle-aged man.

He was six or seven centimeters shorter than Gu Qingran, and his figure was even thinner. With a serious expression, he looked seven or eight years older than Gu Qingran.

It's just that the more Yu Zhiming looked at him, the three or four points of this person's resemblance to Gu Qingran reduced to two or three points.

It became a point or two again.

Although it looks less and less like it, but Yu Zhiming will never forget the similar feeling of the glimpse just now.

This guy, wouldn't it be the blood crystallization of the prospective father-in-law and the senior sister in the wheelchair?

"Doctor Yu? Doctor Yu?"

Facing the whispers from the patient's family members, Yu Zhiming calmed down his messy thoughts.

This is no small matter.

Yu Zhiming didn't want the father-in-law's family to make a fuss, so he quickly rubbed his face vigorously to cover it up.

"It's been a day, I'm a little tired."

Yu Zhiming explained, and then said: "Lie on the examination bed, let me check first."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man gently picked up his mother in the wheelchair, and gently placed her on the examination bed.

Yu Zhiming carefully gave this woman in her 60s a full-body examination.

Check the results, not too bad.

Endometrial cancer.

The tumor had spread to nearby ovaries, intestines, liver and lymph nodes.

Surgery is possible, but he is a bit old and weak, and may not be able to survive.

This made the middle-aged man hesitate.

The patient took the initiative to say: "Do surgery."

"If I can't make it through, then I'll go down and find your father, and I don't have to drag you down."

"If I'm lucky enough to survive, I will live a few more years. I hope to see Ah Cheng graduate from university, get married and have children."

Seeing that the patients had made up their minds, Yu Zhiming asked them to go to the oncology department for hospitalization.

Then, he took out his mobile phone and called Gu Changxuan.

"Uncle, that senior sister can be operated on, but she is old and weak. I can't guarantee that she will survive."

"What did they decide?" Gu Changxuan asked on the phone.

"Decided to operate!"

Gu Changxuan let out a sigh, and said: "Since there is hope, let's gamble, even if it fails, it is not a pity."

Yu Zhiming asked tentatively again: "Her son accompanied her here for the examination."

"Uncle, have you seen her son?"

Gu Changxuan replied: "I haven't seen it, I just made a few phone calls about her mother."

"Her son has physical problems?"

Yu Zhiming quickly replied: "No problem, I didn't give her son a physical examination, so I just asked casually."

"Uncle, that's it. My family from my hometown has rushed over today. I need to go back soon..."

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