The lunch break was short, and Jiang Xiyan was delayed a lot of time, so Wang Chunyuan had to take Yu Zhiming to the hospital staff cafeteria for a makeshift meal.
The food in the canteen is rich in variety and looks nutritious and delicious, but in actual taste, the taste is not satisfactory.
In addition to the taste, Yu Zhiming was a little uncomfortable with the sweet and bland seasoning.
Food cannot be wasted.
Yu Zhiming worked hard to eat the food on the plate and heard a lot of information from Dr. Wang Chunyuan.
For example, the paragonimiasis in Vice President Yuan Qi's body is not serious, but one or two months of deworming and insecticide treatment is essential.
Vice President Yuan may have to rest for a while.
For example, Dr. Qi has a very rich emotional life.
In addition to his current and beautiful model, he also has three ex-wives and several children.
It is said that there are also several confidante.
"Um, Doctor Yu, there are rumors circulating in the hospital that you are his illegitimate son who stayed in Lu Province."
Yu Zhiming was disgusted.
"Why are there such irresponsible rumors?"
Wang Chunyuan chuckled and said: "Director Qi gave us the impression that he always goes his own way, and he usually receives more criticism."
"He is very protective of you, even threatening to resign so that the hospital can bring you in as an exception."
Wang Chunyuan looked at Yu Zhiming and sighed: "Zhiming, if it weren't for my contact and understanding with you in the past two days, I would have believed this rumor."
"I now understand that Director Qi's strong defense of you is entirely out of a heart of cherishing and loving talents."
Wang Chunyuan lamented: "If I were to meet a talented and gifted medical genius like you, I would do my best to be his disciple..."
After a brief lunch, Wang Chunyuan wanted to see the patients who had made appointments before, so he left first.
Yu Zhiming did not expect that the physical examination could end so quickly. The appointment time with Teacher Qi last night was at four o'clock in the afternoon.
Yu Zhiming, who had nothing to do for a while, began to visit the hospital.
In fact, he was just wandering around without any purpose.
Huashan Hospital has more than 3,000 employees, 40 to 50 large and small departments or medical research centers, more than 2,000 beds, and 30 to 40 high and low buildings of various types.<
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Coupled with a varying number of above-ground parking areas, small squares for patients to rest and activities, small gardens, etc., the area is really quite large.
Yu Zhiming estimated that even if there are not five or six hundred acres, there should be three or four hundred acres.
It is more than three or four times larger than the county hospital where he works.
But what troubles Yu Zhiming the most is the level of noise, which is more than five or six times that of the county hospital.
Just the sound of ambulances coming and going never stops.
From time to time, Yu Zhiming heard crying or painful groans from the buildings he passed.
"This adaptation process is painful and long."
Yu Zhiming rubbed his left and right temples vigorously to relieve his headache and swelling.
Just when he took out the silent earplugs in his pocket and was about to put them on, his cell phone suddenly rang.
It’s Binhai’s local landline number.
Yu Zhiming answered the phone.
"Hello, comrade, I am Jin Feng, a police officer from the Xinyuan Street Police Station in Binhai Nanjiang District!"
"Is it convenient for you to talk on the phone now?"
Yu Zhiming replied softly: "It's convenient, you say!"
"Comrade, I need to verify a question with you first. Did you call the police at 11 o'clock last night?"
Yu Zhiming hummed, then asked worriedly: "Is there something wrong?"
"Comrade police officer, I am purely out of worry and precaution, and have no intention of causing trouble."
The other party chuckled during the call: "Comrade, don't worry, we very much welcome your calls to the police and reports."
"It was precisely because of your call to the police last night that we successfully caught a criminal."
"Comrade, it's like this..."
The other party introduced: "After interrogation overnight, it was discovered that he had used secretly taken private photos to blackmail many people."
"Our police are further collecting the facts of his crime and some information about the victims."
"Comrade, if you have ever been blackmailed by him..."
Yu Zhiming interrupted: "No, I have never been blackmailed by him. I am just an ordinary person who comes to Binhai to do business."
"By chance, I discovered his inappropriate behavior."
"Frankly speaking, he was lying there secretly filming. At first glance, I thought he was an enemy agent or a killer carrying out an assassination."
"So, I called the police in a panic. After the call, I thought you would think I was playing a prank."
The policeman smiled on the phone and said: "We will always be vigilant and we will take every police call seriously."
He said in a serious tone: "Comrade, we will keep every police call confidential."
"We will also keep every victim confidential..."
Yu Zhiming explained again: "Comrade police, I am really not a victim..."
After ending the call with the police, Yu Zhiming discovered that he had walked to the parking area unknowingly.
Glancing at the surrounding vehicles, he found that they were either BMWs, Mercedes-Benz, Audis, or Cayennes.
"Big cities are different, they all have good cars."
Yu Zhiming sighed and walked away.
He had just taken two steps when he suddenly stopped.
There was an abnormal squeaking sound, which broke into Yu Zhiming's eardrum.
It was a harsh noise that he quite disliked.
Yu Zhiming turned around following the sound and saw a Cayenne new energy vehicle of the same model as the one Mr. Qi drove last night.
He took out a palm-sized pile of sticky notes and a pen from his coat pocket.
As a young doctor who is still studying, Yu Zhiming has developed the habit of carrying paper and pen with him.
He wrote on a sticky note.
"I heard a squeaking noise from your car."
To be honest, Yu Zhiming's handwriting is a bit ugly, just like the level of a bad middle school student.
He didn't really pick up a pen until he was fourteen or fifteen years old. The heavy study left him no time to practice calligraphy.
When I want to practice calligraphy again, I have become accustomed to it and it has become a natural shape.
Now he only has his own signature, and he can write it like a dragon and a phoenix, which is impressive...
Finally, Yu Zhiming put the note on the front windshield of the Cayenne and pressed it with the wiper...
At this time, his cell phone rang again.
Yu Zhiming took out his cell phone and saw that it was a video call from his eldest nephew Fu Xiaobo.
This made him a little strange.
This eldest nephew is only two years younger than him. The two grew up together and have a pretty good relationship.
But now one is working as an interior decorator with his father in the provincial capital, and the other is a doctor, and they usually don’t have much contact with each other.
Yu Zhiming connected the video connection and heard Fu Xiaobo's anxious and panicked voice coming from the phone.
"Uncle, uncle, something happened. This guy's body is so cold that his heartbeat is almost gone. Come and see what's going on?"
Through the shaky video, Yu Zhiming saw a man curled up and lying on a piece of cardboard.
"Don't shake your phone!" Yu Zhiming shouted.
The camera lens on the mobile phone quickly became smooth.
Yu Zhiming saw that this man's face was a little blue, his lips were purple and trembling, and his hands were trembling like chicken feet.
"What happened?"
Yu Zhiming asked, and then said in a deep voice: "Xiaobo, don't be anxious first, take a few deep breaths, and then speak slowly!"
After a while, Fu Xiaobo's much calmer voice came out from the mobile phone again.
"Uncle, he and I did heavy work in the morning and moved a lot of decoration materials to the room on the fifth floor."
"After dinner, he and I took a rest."
"Liu San turned the air conditioner on low. I felt cold, so I went to another room to rest."
Upon hearing this, Yu Zhiming immediately interrupted and asked: "How high is the air conditioner?"
"18 degrees!"
"Xiao Bo, go and touch him. Are his underwear wet?"
Following Yu Zhiming's words, the phone's camera screen shook again.
Fu Xiaobo's voice sounded again.
"Uncle, his clothes are wet."
Yu Zhiming said loudly: "He should have suffered from hypothermia, or he was about to freeze to death."
He then ordered: "Take off his wet clothes quickly, move him to another room, and let him warm up slowly."
"Did you call 120?"
"Already beaten, uncle."
Yu Zhiming snorted and said: "Xiao Bo, do as I say and wait for the ambulance to come..."
After the video call with Fu Xiaobo ended, Yu Zhiming felt a little strange.
If you get hypothermia in summer and freeze to death, there will be no one left.
Hypothermia means that the loss of body heat is greater than the replacement of body heat, resulting in a decrease in the core temperature of the body, causing chills, confusion, cardiopulmonary failure and other hypothermia reactions.
When the body's core temperature drops to between 30 and 33 degrees, "frostbite" will occur in the internal organs, with fatal consequences.
The Liu San mentioned by Fu Xiaobo, although it is summer, is wearing clothes soaked with sweat and blowing a cool breeze of 18 degrees, which will cause the body to lose heat quickly in a short period of time.
It is reasonable for him to suffer from hypothermia...
