The next Thursday, Yu Zhiming arrived at the Zhizhen Building of Huashan Hospital ten minutes earlier than usual and met Ning Lan who was already waiting in the main office.
"Doctor Yu, good morning!"
Yu Zhiming looked at Ning Lan who stood up to greet her, and saw that she was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but she was more nervous than yesterday, and even her greeting voice was trembling.
"Come in with me!"
Yu Zhiming took Ninglan into the soundproof office, and then they sat on the sofa in the reception area.
"Reach out, I need to check your hands!"
Ning Lan was stunned for a moment before she understood and quickly stretched out her right hand.
"Hands!" Yu Zhiming said more clearly.
Ning Lan stretched out her left hand nervously.
Yu Zhiming looked at Ninglan's hands. The proportions and shape of the hands were good, but they were a little slender.
He put on medical gloves, held Ninglan's hands, and started to rub them.
Yu Zhiming detected that Ninglan's hand muscle fibers were thicker and her hand bones were denser than those of ordinary girls. It can be seen that she had done a lot of light physical work in the past.
This made Yu Zhiming somewhat satisfied.
Ninglan's hand strength should be able to handle abdominal exploration, massage and bone setting if she works hard.
Yu Zhiming also noticed that Ninglan's hands had some old cuts.
He let go of Ning Lan's hand and asked, "Where did those old cuts on your hands come from?"
Ning Lan retracted her hands and explained in a low voice: "Our handmade bamboo weaving is quite famous. This cut was caused by learning to make bamboo weaving during the years when I had bad eyesight."
She added: "Later I became more proficient in doing it and I didn't get hurt much. Doctor Yu, I can make beautiful grasshopper cages, small flower baskets, and pen holders with my eyes closed."
"Everything I say is true and can be compiled on the spot."
Yu Zhiming nodded and said, "I believe you have the ability."
After a pause, he asked again: "Is your ability to sense shapes through your hands innate?"
Ning Lan said hesitantly: "I don't know if it's because I was born with it. During the years when I lost my sight, I used my hands to touch things. I felt like I could see the things I touched, forming images in my mind."
She added: "But when I touched a person's face, the image formed in my mind was a little blurry at first. It became clear later on."
"Of course, the touching time also needs to be relatively long."
Yu Zhiming said "oh" and asked again: "How do you feel about your learning ability?"
Ning Lan bit her lip and said, "It's just so so. I learned painting before the accident."
"After my eyes healed, I picked up painting again. I studied painting for four years. As an art student, my college entrance examination results were abysmal. As for my junior college, it can be said that as long as I have some grades in the college entrance examination, I can study. What I wanted at that time was to get a diploma first.
, and then upgrade to a bachelor’s degree.”
Ning Lan hummed twice, and then whispered: "I found that I overestimated myself. I can't learn at all in this year of college."
"Dr. Yu, I must tell you that I am probably a bit stupid and my learning ability is not very good."
Looking at Ning Lan who lowered his head, Yu Zhiming said softly: "Although learning ability is required here, the most important thing is hands-on practical ability."
Ning Lan quickly raised her head and said, "Doctor Yu, I am confident in my hands-on ability. There is absolutely no problem."
Yu Zhiming smiled and said, "It's just that you need qualifications to engage in medical work. At least you have to be a nurse."
"So, learning is necessary."
Yu Zhiming looked at Ning Lan, who had a frozen expression, and said, "I will arrange for you to enter the nursing school, and you will not have to pay for the study fees. You don't need to study the general courses set up by the nursing school, but there is a certain knowledge that you must be proficient in."
He emphasized: “You need to be very proficient.”
"What knowledge?" Ning Lan asked.
Yu Zhiming said slowly: "The physiological structure of the human body is what many people understand as anatomy."
Ning Lan's eyes widened immediately and she asked timidly: "Do I need to deal with corpses every day?"
Yu Zhiming hummed and said, "If you want to learn this knowledge well, you must often interact with the general teacher."
"General teacher?" Ning Lan asked puzzledly.
Yu Zhiming explained: "Teacher General is our honorific title for the body that allows us to learn medical knowledge."
He continued: "You have a thorough grasp of the structure of the human body, coupled with the sensory ability of your hands, you should be able to do massage and bone setting, adjust the position of pregnant women and fetuses, etc."
"It is also possible to go one step further and explore the injuries."
Yu Zhiming stood up and said seriously: "Ning Lan, I must tell you that this is not an easy road, nor is it a shortcut in life. It requires a lot of hard work and dedication."
"There is another possibility that even if you work hard and give, you ultimately fail to meet my requirements, and the most precious three to five years of your life are wasted."
Seeing that Ning Lan was about to speak, Yu Zhiming waved his hand to stop her, and then said: "This is not a small decision. You should think about it yourself and go home and discuss it with your family."
"If you are willing to accept this challenge..."
Yu Zhiming pointed at Zhou Mo beside him and said: "This is my assistant Zhou Mo. Just contact her before the end of this month..."
Ning Lan followed Zhou Mo out of the soundproof office and couldn't help but ask: "Sister Zhou Mo, I have some questions..."
Zhou Mo interrupted: "Ninglan, let's add a contact information. You can send your questions to my mobile phone and I will get back to you at my convenience."
She persuaded again: "I will give you a suggestion, accept this challenge. Even if you fail to meet Dr. Yu's requirements in the future, Dr. Yu will not ignore you and will arrange you to work in a good medical institution or company.
"
"The premise is that you really work hard and pay."
Zhou Mo warned: "This is very, very important. Dr. Yu himself is a hard-working person and cannot bear to see others wasting time and studying half-heartedly."
Ning Lan nodded vigorously and said: "Sister Zhou Mo, thank you for your advice, I will remember it..."
At nine o'clock in the morning, a skinny young man, a middle-aged man, and several doctors in white coats appeared on the big screen in Yu Zhiming's soundproof office.
The skinny boy is Jian Che, whose throat injury was repaired by Dr. Adenauer.
Jian Che recovered in Huashan Hospital for a week and then transferred back to the hospital where she was for rehabilitation.
Because he had a major throat surgery, it took him nearly four weeks to recover, and he just opened his voice for the first time today.
Yu Zhiming personally confirmed the recovery of Jian Che's voice through remote video conference.
"Hello, Dr. Yu!"
"Doctor Yu, okay!"
"Good morning everyone!"
Yu Zhiming responded to everyone who appeared on the screen with one sentence, and then said: "Let's get started."
Following his words, everyone, including Yu Zhiming, turned their attention to the young Jian Che.
Jian Che was visibly nervous, clenched his fists and sweated on his forehead.
He was both looking forward to and afraid of today.
Because he was worried about affecting his recovery, he strictly followed the doctor's instructions and never spoke up without permission.
Today is the first time he has spoken after the operation.
Jian Che moved his throat, swallowed a mouthful of spit, and slowly opened his mouth...
"..."
There was air coming out of Jian Che's mouth, but no sound came out.
Jian Che knew that she was too scared and too cautious. When she saw her father looking at her worriedly, she quickly increased her breathing force.
The force was too great, and there was a sharp pain in the throat. At the same time, there was an "ah" sound...
This voice sounded so unfamiliar to Jian Che, like an outsider whispering in her ear. It was a bit rough and not pleasant at all.
Jian Che looked at the handsome young man in a white coat on the big screen, and his vision suddenly became blurry.
This sound is okay, he can listen to it himself...
