At nearly 6:30 in the evening, Yu Zhiming and his Qin brothers and sisters arrived at the No. 3 studio hall of the Binhai TV building.
As soon as he entered, Yu Zhiming's head buzzed, and the buzzer started to sound non-stop. Swelling and pain followed one after another, and his head seemed to explode.
Yu Zhiming covered his ears and retreated at an unprecedented speed.
"Doctor Yu!"
Sun Lin reacted the fastest. He immediately retreated to Yu Zhiming's side and supported Yu Zhiming, whose face turned pale and his body began to shake.
The Qin brothers and sisters took a step forward before they noticed something unusual and turned their heads to look.
"Doctor Yu, what's wrong with you?"
With the support of Sun Lin, Yu Zhiming moved seven or eight meters away from the entrance of the studio hall before stopping.
At this time, although there was no buzzing sound in his mind, he was still feeling swelling and pain. At the same time, he noticed a warm current flowing out of his nostrils.
When I reached out and touched it, there was a bright red on my finger.
"Doctor Yu, you have a nosebleed."
"What's wrong?"
Yu Zhiming stood up straighter and looked at Qin Qiushi and Qin Jingmo's brother and sister who came to him with concerned faces.
"I was careless."
Yu Zhiming explained: "The studio hall has lights, countless wires, and all kinds of radiation and current noise are dense. It's not a problem for you to hear, but it's unbearable for me."
When Yu Zhiming opened his mouth, Qin Qiushi held his left wrist and took his pulse.
After Yu Zhiming wiped his nosebleed and finished explaining, Qin Qiushi also withdrew his hand.
"The pulse shape is like a bean, with a frightened appearance."
The pulse pattern detected by Qin Qiushi was not serious, but he did not dare to be careless. After all, the man in front of him was a rare medical genius who could not be seen in a century, and there was no room for error.
"Doctor Yu, let me take you to a quiet room first and let my dad check you again."
"Need not!"
Yu Zhiming, who had recovered somewhat from the sudden impact, waved his hand and continued: "Just now it was like a cannon was suddenly fired in my ear. I was just frightened. There is no need to mobilize troops. I will go back and rest for a night and I will be fine."
Qin Jingmo couldn't hide his worry and said, "But you look very good-looking, and you even have a nosebleed."
Yu Zhiming said: "Compared with the last time I lost my hearing in the roar of the explosion, this time it is much lighter."
He forced out a smile that reassured the Qin brothers and sisters and said, "I know my own body very well."
"It's nothing serious. It will only take a few hours to recover."
After a pause, Yu Zhiming continued: "Let me tell Mr. Qin and Mr. Ye that the studio is too noisy and I can't stay any longer. I can only go back and watch their live TV broadcast..."
The Qin brothers and sisters sent Yu Zhiming out of the Binhai TV building. Seeing that he was sitting comfortably in the Phantom car, they felt a little relieved and returned to the studio...
More than half an hour later, Yu Zhiming, who was sitting in the back seat of the car with his eyes closed to relax and recover, opened his eyes and looked outside the car.
"Isn't this the way home?"
Sun Lin, who was driving, explained softly: "Doctor Yu, we are going to Huashan Hospital. I think it is necessary to do a detailed examination of your body."
Yu Zhiming said with a displeased look on his face: "I've said before, I know my body very well and I don't need you to make your own decisions."
"Change your route home!"
After a moment of silence, Sun Lin said: "Yes, Doctor Yu!"
Yu Zhiming stopped talking and closed his eyes again.
His mood at this time was not very beautiful.
This unexpected accident once again made Yu Zhiming realize that his body was as fragile as porcelain.
This period of smooth sailing almost made him forget his shortcomings.
Alas, nothing is perfect...
After 7:30 in the evening, Yu Zhiming, whose complexion had recovered a lot, finally returned to his home in Junshan Mansion.
"Lao Wu, why are you back? Didn't you go to the live broadcast venue of the Three Halls Competition?"
Facing the eldest sister's inquiry and the fourth sister's concerned gaze, Yu Zhiming said with a depressed expression: "I just came back from the live broadcast studio. It was so noisy there that I felt uncomfortable staying there and couldn't sit still at all."
Yu Zhaoxia and Yu Xiangwan exclaimed in surprise, not doubting this explanation.
Given Yu Zhiming's special circumstances, this is a very reasonable reason.
Yu Zhaoxia consoled her: "Then watch the live broadcast at home, the effect is no worse than the live broadcast."
Yu Zhiming said: "I won't watch the live broadcast. I'll just know the results of the competition tomorrow morning."
He went on to explain: "On the way back, I learned that a patient's condition is quite serious. It may be dangerous to delay the treatment. I need to diagnose his condition as soon as possible."
"I'm going back to my room..."
Yu Zhiming returned to the soundproof bedroom upstairs and lay directly on the bed.
His head was still very uncomfortable.
For him, the best way to recover is to sleep...
I don't know how much time passed. In his daze, Yu Zhiming vaguely noticed someone coming in front of him and touching his forehead with his hand. The feeling was very familiar, as if he was back in his childhood.
"I have a fever..."
Yu Zhiming drank some water in a daze, felt better, and fell asleep again...
It was nearly twelve o'clock in the evening, and the living room of the Yu family was still brightly lit, and many people gathered in the living room.
In addition to the eldest son of the Yu family, the fourth child, Qing Ning, Jiang Feng, Zhou Hao, Zhou Mo, Wang Shuisu, and Feng Sisi, they also include Gu Changxuan, Gu Qingran, traditional Chinese medicine masters Ye Lao, Bai Lao, Liu Lao, and some from Licorice Hall.
Ye Peng, Liang Qian and others, as well as Li Yao, Qu Chang, Zhou Luo, Duan Yi and others from Huashan Hospital.
Although there were a lot of people, it was very quiet. They all looked nervously at Mr. Qin and Qi Yue who were coming down from the second floor.
Dean Li Yao took two steps forward, looked at Mr. Qin and Qi Yue, and asked in a low voice with a serious face: "Are you sure there is no problem?"
Mr. Qin and Qi Yue looked at each other and said, "A low-grade fever caused by fear is not a big problem."
Qi Yue saw Li Yao looking at him again and said, "Other than a low-grade fever, the heart rate is stable and there is no sign of cerebral hemorrhage."
He added: "I know Zhiming well. He is not a careless person, and he is also very nervous about his body. If he senses something is wrong with his body, he will not go home directly."
Li Yao took a long breath and said: "I have no choice but to be cautious. Dr. Yu is too important and has too much influence. It is no exaggeration to say that his sneezing can make many people nervous for a long time, not to mention the irritation tonight
Nosebleed."
Li Yao turned around and looked at everyone and said: "It has been confirmed that Dr. Yu is in good health, so let's not disturb him."
"Let's all go back."
Li Yao turned around and looked at Mr. Qin and Qi Yue again, "To prevent accidents..."
Qi Yue took the words and said: "I will stay."
Mr. Qin also expressed his position: "I will stay too..."
A lot of people left, but a lot of people stayed behind. In addition to Qi Yue and Mr. Qin who had important responsibilities, there were also Zhou Mo, Wang Shuisu, Feng Sisi, and Gu Qingran.
There were a lot of people, and the Yu family couldn't sleep.
Zhou Mo took the initiative and said: "If my house is crowded, it can sleep three to five people..."
