Under the influence of his biological clock, Yu Zhiming woke up at six in the morning. As soon as he got out of bed, his cell phone rang.
It's Ding Ye's call...
"Teacher, did I wake you up?"
"If you have something to say, don't talk nonsense!" Yu Zhiming urged.
Ding Ye, who was on the other end of the call, giggled twice before saying: "Teacher, we have reached an agreement with the German guy, and we can select four cultural relics from the treasures he left. I will contact the cultural relics expert at the museum tomorrow to select the cultural relics.
come out."
"Next week, I will accompany the German guy back to China to receive treatment from you, teacher."
"You want to come back too?" Yu Zhiming interrupted and asked.
Ding Ye said: "I miss home, teacher, and the delicious food on the coast. By the way, I will send the cultural relics back to the country for you. And the German guy said that he will cover the round-trip air tickets."
Yu Zhiming sighed, and suddenly thought of something, and reminded him: "Since you are bringing cultural relics back with you, you should contact the customs and the local department first to avoid getting into trouble due to formalities."
Ding Ye snorted and said: "This cultural relic belongs to the German guy's legal private property, so there will be no problem with the procedures."
The next moment, she flattered her again and said, "Hey, teacher, your performance at the charity ceremony was very exciting, and it's not inferior to those big-name celebrities at all."
Yu Zhiming said with a hint of arrogance: "It's nothing, I just performed better on the spot. I have a lot of on-site rescue experience, and my on-the-spot performance is my strength."
"Hey, is there anything else?"
"No, teacher, see you next week..."
Yu Zhiming ended the call with Ding Ye and walked out of the soundproof bedroom. He saw Qing Ning still lying on the big bed, sleeping soundly.
Without disturbing her, Yu Zhiming went to the bathroom to solve the problem, wash up, and then went downstairs to exercise...
It wasn't until breakfast that Qing Ning, dressed in pajamas, yawned and sat at the dining table.
"The charity ceremony is over, and the excitement has passed. All the hard work and fatigue from before seems to have burst out all at once."
To prove that what he said was true, Qing Ning yawned again.
Yu Zhiming reached out and touched her forehead. Seeing that her temperature was normal, he said, "I feel tired. I'll take a good rest at home today."
Qing Ning nodded and said yes.
Zhou Mo also said: "I also feel a little lazy, and I need a good rest."
"Hey, there's something I need to tell you. A buyer has taken a liking to that house and made an offer."
Yu Zhiming advised: "Really determined to sell? The clothing business has become an instant success, and your family is not short of money now."
Zhou Mo said regretfully: "After all, my mother and I feel a little uncomfortable after someone died. We are going to move to Ning'an Lake to work next year, so why not sell it while the current market is still good."
She looked at Qing Ning again and asked, "When will the house on the Ning'an Lake side go on sale?"
Qing Ning said: "It will probably be in the second half of the year."
"Mainly intended for serving medical staff of Huashan Second Hospital and Ning'an Hospital, and not for external sales."
Zeng Yan quickly took a sip of milk, swallowed the food in her mouth, and asked: "Little aunt, with our relationship, I should be able to buy a set through the back door, right?"
Qing Ning nodded and said with a smile: "There is definitely no problem, but are you sure you want to buy it? You usually live in the school, and you can stay with us during the holidays."
"There's no need to buy a house and leave it empty."
Qing Ning then persuaded: "As far as the Binhai market is concerned, house prices should gradually decline in the next ten years."
Zeng Yan said: "My mother has sold three houses in Guangshen. If I hadn't stopped her, she would have flown to Binhai to buy me a house some time ago."
"My mother will definitely feel at ease if we buy a house together and live in the same community as my brother-in-law."
Qing Ning nodded, looked at Yu Zhiming and said, "My brother said that the house we live in will be specially designed and sound insulation will be considered from the beginning of construction."
"I will definitely let you live in the quietest house."
Yu Zhiming smiled and reminded: "I only need to strengthen the sound insulation in my bedroom and study room."
"Other rooms are generally soundproofed. If it is too quiet, you will not be able to adapt to it, which will affect the quality of your rest."
Qing Ning's eyebrows curved: "The designer will definitely consider what you mentioned..."
After breakfast, Yu Zhiming left home and took a Phantom to the Binhai Armed Police General Hospital.
On the way, Yu Zhiming couldn't help but think about the use of the donated charity funds.
These four to five billion may seem like a lot, but they can only treat more than 2,000 late-stage cancer patients.
This is just a drop in the bucket for the millions of new cancer patients in our country every year.
Although life is priceless and everyone is equal, as a doctor, Yu Zhiming knows that human life can be priced, especially in places like hospitals.
Some people give up treatment for tens of thousands of dollars, but some people spend millions and millions just to live a few more months.
Yu Zhiming has a limited number of charitable treatment places, so he needs to divide the applicants into three, six or nine grades, and select the patients with the highest value for treatment.
Last night, I had a discussion with my father-in-law and uncle, and discussed the selection criteria.
His father-in-law warned him that this standard could only be kept in mind and could not be formulated into rules, let alone spread out. He could just do it quietly.
Yu Zhiming also understands that once this standard is spread, it will definitely be attacked by groups.
In the face of life and death, everyone is equal, so why do you have the right to choose and decide who lives and who dies?
Gu Qingran told Yu Zhiming with a smile that after a heated debate, in view of the limited number of treatment places, the method finally approved by the vast majority of the Chinese people must be long-lasting...
Draw lots.
Yu Zhiming couldn't help but laugh. It seems that the Chinese people believe that leaving it to God and luck is the most fair and just, and no one can be deceived...
Last night, Yu Zhiming also asked the cancer patients who went to the Crowne Plaza Hotel that day to block the entrance.
His father-in-law told him that those people were all from a hospital in the suburbs and were instigated by one of them. They had all been persuaded to go back, so don’t take it to heart...
At 8:30 in the morning, Yu Zhiming rushed to the Armed Police General Hospital. He first examined the cancer patients and confirmed that they all had a chance of surgery. Then he went to the lounge to wait for the first surgery to begin.
After waiting for more than twenty minutes, Yu Zhiming was suddenly called outside by the deputy director of the Armed Police General Hospital, saying that there was something important.
He followed the deputy dean to the hall on the first floor, and was surprised to find Yu's parents, Yu's mother, eldest sister, brother-in-law and other family members, including Qing Ning, Zhou Mo, Zeng Yan, and Qi Xin.
Yu Zhiming also saw his father-in-law and mother-in-law, Gu Qingran, Dean Li Yao, Teacher Qi Yue, Doctor Wang Wu, Shui Su, Mr. Ye of Licorice Hall and others.
Zhou Luo, Shen Qi, Sui Chi, Duan Yi and others were also there.
Yu Zhiming saw that his family and friends who were close to him were all there, and they all looked at him with smiles. He also saw many military officers, and noticed that there were several rows of soldiers with strict military discipline standing in the open space outside the building.
"Is this a military honor award?"
Qing Ning came to Yu Zhiming's side and said with a smile on her face: "You guessed it right. I will award you first-class merit later, so we will come together to witness your moment of glory."
Yu Zhiming smiled softly and said, "Well, you don't need to work so hard, right?"
A general smiled heartily and said: "Doctor Yu, there are not many first-class merits in the country in a year. To award first-class merits in the army, a conference must be held."
"Today's first-class merit award ceremony cannot be more crude..."
