The next morning, Yu Zhiming rode his bicycle and arrived at the shanty town about ten minutes earlier than usual.
At a glance, he saw Luo Qing waiting at the fork in the alley, wearing a simple and elegant dress, like a willow in the wind.
"Morning, Luo Qing!"
"Doctor Yu, good morning!"
Yu Zhiming took the big bag containing medical imaging films from Luo Qing's hand.
"It will probably take a day or two before I hear back from you."
Luo Qing smiled slightly and said: "Doctor Yu, don't worry, I'm very patient. You should do your own work first..."
Yu Zhiming rushed back to the large office of Qiyue Medical Research Center, put on a white coat and work badge, and signed in and clocked in on the tablet computer used for work.
Afterwards, he sat at his desk, took out the half-written self-reflection letter from his briefcase, and started writing it.
When I returned to my residence from the outpatient and emergency department last night, it was already too late.
Yu Zhiming had no choice but to use the time he had spent reading and studying this morning to write a letter of apology.
However, he had never written anything like this before, so he didn't know how to start, so he had to read a few sample articles on the Internet.
After Yu Zhiming understood the writing essentials and spirit from the examples, he made appropriate modifications based on his own actual situation, and a profound self-reflection was initially formed.
It’s just that the time in the morning is a bit short.
After Yu Zhiming had to return to the office, he quickly wrote the second half of the review while the literary thoughts in his mind had not disappeared...
He was so engrossed in writing that he almost lost his mind. It wasn't until he finished writing and signed his name at the end that he realized that Zhou Mo was standing beside him.
Zhou Mo looked at Yu Zhiming's self-examination letter. She was still holding a rag in her right hand and subconsciously wiped the pot of green jade trees on Yu Zhiming's desk.
Zhou Mo said it and did it.
Nearly a month has passed, and the jade tree given to Yu Zhiming has become even greener under her care.
Yu Zhiming shook the three pieces of writing paper in his hand and asked: "What do you think?"
"Do you have a deep enough misunderstanding of yourself?"
Zhou Mo nodded and said: "Sincere and sincere, from the bottom of my heart, I understand that this is a masterpiece."
"It's just that this handwriting is a bit difficult to describe."
Zhou Mo pointed out the shortcomings tactfully and suggested: "How about I print it out for you and you sign it yourself?"
Yu Zhiming took a look at his handwriting, which looked like a delinquent boy, and said: "The handwriting is more sincere."
"There's nothing you can do about your ugly handwriting. I didn't practice it well when I was a child, and I can't correct it now."
"Anyway, the task is completed, so that's it."
Yu Zhiming put away the self-examination letter, and Zhou Mo's lowered voice sounded in his ears again.
"Dr. Yu, I heard that when Dr. Chi Yan, the director of the psychiatry department, gave you a psychological consultation, you were diagnosed with cancer?"
"Has it spread?" Yu Zhiming asked rhetorically.
Zhou Mo nodded and said: "Well, it has spread in the work group! Doctor Chi, esophageal cancer, early stage."
"Um, um, can I ask why you went to psychological counseling again?"
Yu Zhiming rolled his eyelids and glanced at her, and asked bluntly: "You still ask me what's wrong?"
"Didn't you complain to Teacher Qi that the way I dissected pathological organs was a bit perverted and scary?"
This...
Zhou Mo immediately turned into a red face.
She explained calmly: "I'm a girl and I'm not a medical professional. I will naturally be scared when I see you cutting those human organs into pieces."
"You can't blame me."
"Although I have been working in the hospital for two years, I have never seen such a bloody and disgusting scene."
Yu Zhiming waved his hands and said: "So, I don't blame you."
"From now on, when I'm in the laboratory and you come to see me with something, just call me outside the door."
"I can hear it."
Zhou Mo snorted and asked with concern: "Doctor Yu, do you still need psychological consultation?"
Yu Zhiming shook his head and said: "No need."
"That doctor Chi said that I am mentally healthy and do not need psychological counseling at all."
Zhou Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief at these words...
After Teacher Qi's ward inspection in the morning, Yu Zhiming returned to the big office, took out Luo Qing's three MRI images, and took a look at them first.
He noticed that these MRI images were taken at Binhai Huiming Eye Hospital two years ago.
Yu Zhiming placed the image on the wall viewing lamp.
He carefully examined these three sets of cranial optic nerve images, and his heart sank again and again.
The situation is very bad.
In the image, you can clearly see that the optic nerve is torn apart from the root and the brain.
At the torn site, there are many blood clots of different sizes that have not yet melted.
It can be seen how serious the injury was in this area. A lot of blood spilled and coagulated blood clots still existed in large numbers.
"Brain tumor?"
Yu Zhiming turned to look at Zhou Mo who came to his side, and replied: "No, those are large and small blood clots."
"This image mainly shows the damage to the optic nerve, which is almost completely torn from the connection with the brain..."
Speaking of this, Yu Zhiming suddenly stopped.
He seems to have said the word "almost", which means that the optic nerve should still be partially connected to the brain.
Yu Zhiming turned his attention to the image again and found that some areas were blocked by blood clots.
From this image, he could not judge whether the connection between the optic nerve and the brain was completely torn.
Suddenly, Yu Zhiming understood why he subconsciously judged it as "almost" instead of completely torn apart.
Nerves are elastic.
If it is completely torn, it will shrink and not be like now. A few years later, the length of the optic nerve in the image will still remain the same.
This little discovery gave Yu Zhiming a little hope.
The possibility of Luo Qing regaining some of his eyesight has not completely disappeared.
Yu Zhiming excitedly pulled Teacher Qi from the office next door to look at the images, and told him his little discovery and analysis.
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The more Qi knew, this was Yu Zhiming's own experience, which gave him an unusual and empathetic sense of empathy for this girl who was accidentally blind.
Although Qi Yue didn't want to extinguish this boy's hopes, he still had to remind him to seek truth from facts.
"Zhi Ming, you think there is a possibility that the optic nerve is still partially connected. I agree, it is indeed possible."
"But the girl's injuries are so serious and so many years have passed. Let alone the possibility of recovering part of her vision or even her sense of light, I think it is quite slim."
"I suggest you don't waste your time."
Yu Zhiming was unusually insistent: "Teacher, as long as there is hope and possibility, you need to try it."
"Blind people, especially those like Luo Qing who lost their sight accidentally, have a strong desire to see the light again. It is difficult for outsiders to understand."
"Unless it is 100% certain that there is no hope, I personally think that Luo Qing will not give up treatment."
"If the patient doesn't give up, I can't give up either."
Seeing that he could not be persuaded, Qi Yue turned to ask: "Then how do you plan to help her?"
Yu Zhiming pondered for a moment and said: "First determine the extent of her current optic nerve injury."
"The resolution of this MRI image is a bit low, and it was taken two years ago."
"Dean Gu boasted that Ning'an's MRI machine is the most advanced in the country. If Luo Qing agrees, I will take her to Ning'an for another examination."
"We will make next plans based on the inspection results."
Qi Yue asked again: "An important issue is money."
"Does the girl and her family have enough money to receive relevant examinations and treatment?"
"Or are you generous enough to help her?"
This...
Eye-related examinations and treatments are quite expensive.
Not to mention other things, during the two or three years when Yu Zhiming's vision gradually recovered, he never stopped taking nutritional supplements and medicines.
During that time, the living standards of my family and my sisters’ families were greatly affected.
Yu Zhiming thought about it and said: "I will ask her about her financial situation first. If it is not good, I will shamelessly apply for some discounts for her, get some subsidies and so on."
"You don't want to donate the money yourself?" Qi Yue asked funnyly.
Yu Zhiming said righteously: "With my personal financial resources, I can help one person, two people, but I can't help more people."
"As a doctor, I strive to improve my medical skills so that more patients can avoid detours and get diagnosed and recovered from me. This is my greatest charity as a doctor."
Zhou Mo, who was standing aside, tried hard to keep his face straight and not to laugh.
This guy thought he cared so much about the patients, but when he encountered a real problem like real money, he immediately showed his true colors and shrank back.
