It was past 3:30 in the afternoon when Yu Zhiming finished his work in the hospital and returned home to Junshan Prefecture.
Qing Ning is also at home, but she is fast asleep in the bedroom. She must be tired from being busy with her brother's wedding these days.
Yu Zhiming did not wake her up, and went back to the soundproof bedroom to draw a perspective view of the abandoned physiological structure of Dandan's deformed heart.
After 4:30 in the afternoon, Yu Zhiming, who was still immersed in work, received another call from Wei Hao of the Municipal Bureau.
"Dr. Yu, we performed a mental evaluation on the woman and initially determined that she was suffering from delusion. However, we cannot rule out that it was self-design and pretense in order to escape guilt."
After a pause, Wei Hao continued: "The local police found ten or twenty printed photos of you at her residence. There is also a large amount of information about you on her computer and mobile phone."
Yu Zhiming felt a chill down his back when he heard this, and quickly asked: "Are the photos from candid photos? Or..."
“It all comes from the Internet!”
Wei Hao replied quickly and further introduced: "We have specially identified it. The photos and information are all from the Internet. None of the photos were secretly taken by her."
These words made Yu Zhiming secretly relieved, as long as he was not a stalker.
Wei Hao's voice then came from the phone, "We also discovered that the earliest information and search records she has about you are from nearly two months ago."
"Two months ago?" Yu Zhiming repeated.
Wei Hao replied during the call: "Yes, two months ago. The woman confessed that she saw your photo online two months ago and recognized you as her daughter's father."
Yu Zhiming asked with doubts in his voice: "Did she explain why she came to me now?"
Wei Hao's voice then sounded, "She confessed that on that day at Beijing University, you regarded it as a beautiful and romantic encounter, and did not inform her of her name or leave her contact information."
Yu Zhiming curled his lips.
He has a casual lifestyle and speaks so beautifully.
"She said she didn't expect that she would fall victim to it all at once. She had no plans to get married and thought it would be nice to have a child, so she gave birth to her on impulse."
"I didn't expect that the child would have a congenital heart malformation, but the surgery was very risky. She was very afraid of losing the child, so she put it off again and again. Until the child was almost five years old, she couldn't put it off any longer, so she searched for the most powerful heart malformation correction on the Internet.
Expert, I accidentally discovered a news report about you."
Yu Zhiming understands why it's not good to put it off any longer.
From a medical perspective, the best time for surgery on children with congenital heart disease is between the ages of 2 and 5.
If the child is too young, the body is too weak, and the endurance capacity will be relatively low, and the heart is too small, the risk of surgery will be high.
It is best to have the surgery after the child is two years old.
However, if it is a serious congenital heart disease, if it is not treated with surgery as soon as possible, the child will not have the chance to grow up, and it needs to be improved through early surgical intervention.
As for why the child should not wait until he is older, such as seven or eight years old, or perform surgery in his teens, the first reason is that congenital heart malformation will seriously affect the child's growth and development.
Furthermore, as the body grows older, the burden on the heart will become increasingly heavier. At the same time, due to the functional compensation of the heart, cardiac aberrations will become more serious.
Therefore, 2-5 years old is the best age for surgery based on comprehensive considerations.
As for the specific operation time, it will be determined based on the degree of cardiac malformation and the child's physical development.
Yu Zhiming said into the phone: "Officer Wei, no matter what this woman's plan is, the five-year-old child is innocent."
"This child needs surgery to correct a heart malformation. The risks are very high and the guardian's signature is required."
Wei Hao replied: "Doctor Yu, we will handle the signature and authorization of the child's surgery as soon as possible..."
Another ten or twenty minutes passed, and Yu Zhiming heard the door being pushed open gently, and Qing Ning walked in.
"Zhiming, this is what you drew?" Qing Ning hugged Yu Zhiming who was sitting on the chair from behind.
"The deformed heart of an abandoned little girl."
Yu Zhiming replied and added: "The single mother who abandoned her has been found. She insisted that the child was the result of a one-day love affair between her and me, and she also said that she has a nose and eyes."
He heard Qing Ning make a soft sound, but after waiting for a moment, he didn't ask any questions.
"Qing Ning, don't you doubt that you are really my child?"
Qing Ning smiled and said: "Of course I believe you. If you are the kind of guy who can't control his lower body, not only will Momo be spared, but there are not hundreds, twenty or thirty women who have experienced this.
It should be there."
Yu Zhiming also smiled and said: "Thank you for your trust. Emotionally, I have always been conservative and loyal."
He turned to ask: "My uncle has returned to his hometown?"
Qing Ning rested her chin on Yu Zhiming's left shoulder and whispered: "The charter flight is at three o'clock in the afternoon."
"Our hometown has mountains and rivers, and it has a long history. When you go, I will take you for a nice tour."
Yu Zhiming snorted lightly.
Qing Ning said with a smile: "Brother's wedding is over with me, and the next focus of work is the charity ceremony next month."
"The choreography has been completed, it's time to practice the whole dance."
"Zhiming, you are the erhu accompanist."
Yu Zhiming asked: "Still proud of the world?"
Qing Ning tapped her chin on Yu Zhiming's shoulder, and chirped again: "You will accompany me in the glass house, and then use laser stereoscopic projection to the stage, and Sui Su and I will dance with you."
At this time, Yu Zhiming's cell phone rang.
It's a call from Gu Qingran.
Yu Zhiming answered the call and asked with a smile: "What kind of big event makes you call despite being tired and having a wedding?"
"Of course it's a big deal."
Gu Qingran smiled and replied on the phone, and then said: "I told you yesterday that Ning'an Hospital lacks a young leading talent like Gong Yue and Qiu Yi. It suddenly occurred to me that there is no suitable one in China, and there may be someone internationally.
ah."
"I asked someone to investigate and found a suitable one."
Gu Qingran introduced on the phone: "American, he is thirty-three years old this year. His legs were disabled due to an accidental injury in his early years. However, he was specially recruited into Stanford Medical School because he was too smart."
"Based on his situation, he originally wanted to go into medical research, but he insisted on becoming a clinical internist and did a very good job."
Yu Zhiming interrupted: "Since he is doing very well, it should be very difficult to recruit people from the United States, right?"
Gu Qingran said hehely: "Isn't this just an opportunity? His mother was diagnosed with cancer, ovarian cancer."
"Sacrifice yourself to save your mother, what a great plot."
Yu Zhiming laughed and said, "Then you give it a try."
Gu Qingran analyzed: "Actually, Americans' family values and affection are not as indifferent as we think. I think the possibility of success is not small."
The next moment, he turned to say: "The former mother-in-law of the patient of Dr. Sakurai from the island country told me that the person's surname is indeed Chu, but he works at a medical research institute in the United States. I am not sure whether he is a member of the Chu family."
"He has craniopharyngioma."
Craniopharyngioma?!
This should be the one Dr. Sakurai talked about and will be sent to Binhai for examination next week!
