Saturday was still a busy day for Yu Zhiming, with another 120 people waiting for his physical examination at Huashan Hospital.
Also, the ten narcolepsy patients who reported yesterday will undergo three days of round-the-clock physical monitoring starting from today after preliminary physical examinations.
They will be recorded in detail about the dynamic changes in the main physical indication data, including brain waves, during the episode of sleep sickness, as well as before and after the episode.
This is a data collection job, which is boring and tedious.
There is no need for Yu Zhiming to do it himself. The main responsibility is left to the intern doctors, trainees and nurses of the center.
However, as one of the leaders of the project, Yu Zhiming must participate appropriately to show his participation...
At 6:10 in the evening, Yu Zhiming, who had finished his day's work, walked out of the examination room exhausted both physically and mentally. He was picked up by someone and spun around in circles.
There are colleagues and nurses watching here, Yu Zhiming doesn’t want to lose face?
"Fu Xiaobo, your skin is itchy again, right?"
Under scolding, Yu Zhiming was quickly let go.
He glared at Fu Xiaobo, who had a silly smile on his face, and asked in disgust while adjusting his clothes.
"Why are you here, kid? Aren't you busy today?"
“You have to eat even when you’re busy!”
"Besides, uncle, it's rare for you to have a big bleeding and treat me to a big dinner. I will definitely come to support you."
Fu Xiaobo said miserably: "Brother, look, I have lost weight during this period of time, I must make up for it!"
Yu Zhiming glanced at him sideways.
"I haven't lost any weight? I've become a lot grayer. It shows that you haven't worked hard during this period."
Yu Zhiming looked aside again and saw Zeng Yan, who was standing with her fourth sister, Gu Qingning, and Fu Xiaoxue. She looked a little reserved. He nodded and smiled at her as a greeting.
At this time, Fu Xiaobo's voice came to his ears.
"Beautiful sister, I am Fu Xiaobo, Dr. Yu's nephew. We have met once. Do you remember?"
When Yu Zhiming looked at the brat who was courting Zhou Mo, he had the urge to push the boy to the ground and beat him wildly.
"Zhou Mo, this kid has no face and skin. He looks like a monkey with hair on his body. Don't pay attention to him."
Zhou Molue lightly covered his mouth.
Fu Xiaobo looked hurt, "Uncle, are there any monkeys as tall, strong and beautiful as me?"
Yu Zhiming ignored the funny Fu Xiaobo and looked at the fourth sister, Xiaoxue and the others again.
"You go downstairs and wait for me first. I'll go to the office to tidy up and change clothes..."
Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo returned to the big office together, knocked on the door and entered the director's office next door, asking Teacher Qi if he had any work arrangements.
Qi Yue waved his hand and said: "You have been tired for a long day, so go back and rest early."
"Hey, a stomach cancer was discovered today?"
Yu Zhiming corrected: "Teacher, I just have some suspicions and don't feel very good, so I asked him to go for a diagnostic examination."
Qi Yue smiled and then said: "The project of collecting indicators for very early screening of cancer has been discussed by all parties."
"There should be a large-scale project signing and launching ceremony next week. You must attend."
"You have an idea first."
Yu Zhiming asked with confusion: "Teacher, this is a project that has lasted for several years and the future is not very clear."
"Is it necessary to hold a large-scale ceremony?"
Qi Yue said slowly: "This research project has a large investment and is of great significance. The government provides key support and all parties actively participate. These points alone are enough to promote a wave of publicity."
"Image and performance project?" Yu Zhiming added.
Qi Yue was too lazy to talk to this kid, so he waved his hand in disgust and drove him away...
At nearly seven o'clock, Yu Zhiming, Yu Xiangwan, Gu Qingning, Fu Xiaoxue, and Zeng Yan took a van driven by Fu Xiaobo and rushed to the Luwei restaurant where the Yu siblings had visited two or three times before.
Now that he was not short of money and felt sorry for his niece, Yu Zhiming ordered a large table of dishes without blinking an eye.
During the meal, Fu Xiaoxue said something.
Their Chinese-English finance class has a traditional assignment that lasts for four years, which is to open a securities account and conduct practical operations on the real stock market.
"Oh, how much capital is needed?"
Fu Xiaoxue stretched out her index finger and said: "One hundred thousand. The counselor said no more, no less than one hundred thousand. During the four-year operation period, no increase or transfer of funds is allowed."
"Every school year, compare the balance of funds in their respective accounts and select the outstanding ones."
Yu Zhiming said richly: "It's only a hundred thousand. If you need it someday, just tell your fourth aunt."
"She will transfer it to you."
Fu Xiaoxue said with a smile on her face: "Brother, I will work very carefully and try to pay you back 300,000 yuan in four years."
"The highest record in the Chinese-English class is that I used 100,000 yuan to make more than 800,000 yuan in the stock market."
Yu Zhiming smiled and said: "Xiaoxue, don't be too ambitious. In four years, if you can outperform bank financial products by four or five points, I will be quite satisfied."
"An annual income of only four or five points?"
Fu Xiaoxue looked like a newborn calf not afraid of tigers, and said arrogantly: "Brother-in-law, are you looking down on me too much?"
"We are studying the best finance major in the country. If we operate with our eyes closed, the rate of return will definitely be higher than this."
Yu Zhiming couldn't help but said happily: "In half a year or a year, you can talk to me about the profits again with your results in real money!"
"It's a deal!" Fu Xiaoxue looked confident...
Their meal lasted from seven o'clock in the evening to nearly nine o'clock in the evening. Although they ordered a lot of dishes, they only drank a few cans of beer and drinks. The final bill was over six thousand.
Before leaving school, Fu Xiaoxue and Zeng Yan both asked for leave from their counselors and did not have to return to the dormitory tonight.
After they left the Luwei restaurant after having enough wine and food, Yu Xiangwan wanted to take them to continue HAPPY.
Go to KTV to sing.
As for Yu Zhiming, he returned to his residence alone.
When Zeng Yan saw that Yu Zhiming wanted to go back alone, she couldn't bear to say: "Are we not going to sing?"
"Leave my uncle alone..."
Fu Xiaobo explained: "It doesn't matter, my uncle doesn't like making noise, and he also likes to be alone and do what he likes, like reading or being in a daze."
"He is used to it, and so are we."
At this moment, a group of them were standing on the sidewalk outside the Luwei Restaurant, hailing a taxi for Yu Zhiming.
This is a street full of restaurants.
Because the weather is still quite hot, several restaurants have set up a few tables in small open-air courtyards facing the street, allowing diners to enjoy the evening while drinking and mingling with friends.
Many diners clinked glasses, chatted and shouted, making the street sound lively.
After waiting for a few minutes and failing to find a taxi, Yu Zhiming said to Yu Xiangwan and Fu Xiaobo: "You don't have to stay with me here anymore. Take a van to the singing place."
"I'll wait slowly..."
Before Yu Zhiming had finished speaking, frightened and panicked shouts suddenly came from the small courtyard next door.
He turned around and saw a man rolling around on the ground, surrounded by five or six young men and women who were jumping and screaming, looking terrified.
Okay, Conan's physique is acting up again...
Yu Zhiming, who was depressed, could not pretend to turn a blind eye in this situation.
He threw the briefcase in his hand into Fu Xiaobo's arms and jumped into the small courtyard next door as quickly as possible.
The scene in front of me is really shocking.
The man with a pot-shaped hair was lying on the ground, his body curled up into a ball and rolling around, and he was vomiting blood one after another from his mouth.
Most of his body was stained red with blood...
"I'm a doctor!"
Yu Zhiming shouted, stepped forward and used his legs and feet to control the man with the pot-top hair on the ground, preventing him from moving.
He freed his right hand and pressed it on the man's chest.
The next moment, Yu Zhiming's eyes involuntarily more than doubled in size.
There was actually a living creature running rampant in the man's stomach.
"What did he eat?" Yu Zhiming raised his head and asked loudly, several young men and women standing aside.
A young woman cried and timidly replied: "A loach, alive."
"We didn't know it would be like this..."
Yu Zhiming kept thinking, "Fuck!" He was so stiff that he really dared to eat anything.
The gastric mucosa is quite delicate and easily damaged.
The Jarhead man kept vomiting blood, which must have been caused by the constant destruction of the gastric mucosa by the desperately struggling loach.
The most urgent task is to stop the loach and prevent it from moving around any more.
Judging from the man's current situation of vomiting blood, he is not far away from massive stomach bleeding.
Once the stomach bleeds heavily, the man will die...
Yu Zhiming's eyes suddenly stopped at his feet, where there was a thin bamboo stick.
Seeing this stick, Yu Zhiming's hand movements were faster than his thoughts, and he reached out to take it as a conditioned reflex...
He also didn't forget to rub the bamboo stick on the man's body.
The next moment, Yu Zhiming raised the stick high and plunged it into the lower left chest of the pot-headed man...
When several women and two men nearby saw this scene, they covered their eyes in horror and screamed...
