At six o'clock on Friday morning, Yu Zhiming came out of the bedroom and saw the fourth sister tidying up the flip-up bed.
"Sister, it's rare to see you get up without urging."
Yu Xiangwan glanced sideways at Yu Zhiming and hummed: "The canteen has a great opening today. I'm so excited that I can't sleep."
Speaking of this, she looked at the neat and clean sofa aside.
"Lao Wu, Qing Ning's grandfather?"
Yu Zhiming replied softly: "I woke up this morning and didn't see the news over there. If there is no news, it's good news."
"At this time, Qing Ning and the others are probably still resting. When I go to the hospital, I will ask Teacher Qi."
"Last night, the teacher and cardiopulmonary expert Dr. Wang Chunyuan went to Ning'an and should have made some discoveries..."
At 6:30 in the morning, the Yu siblings had breakfast, each with a bowl of dumplings.
Yu Zhiming gave his fourth sister a dumpling and said, "Sister, I wish you good luck with your business! A bowl full of gold and silver!"
"Lao Wu, let me lend you some good words!"
Yu Xiangwan ate the dumpling with a smile, "Everything is ready, whether it's a mule or a horse, it just depends on this month."
Yu Zhiming chuckled and said: "In the final analysis, the catering industry is all about taste, and the fast food industry also needs to add the word "affordable."
“It’s delicious and affordable, and business will never be bad.”
Yu Xiangwan hummed and said: "Zhang Bai and I don't think about how much money we can make through the canteen. One of our main purposes is to alleviate the difficulty of cooking for apartment tenants."
"Of course, it would be great if you can make money."
Yu Zhiming smiled, thought of something, and asked: "Sister, breakfast will be served in the canteen tomorrow. Don't you have to get up at three or four o'clock?"
"Can you get up?"
Yu Xiangwan said proudly: "I'm the boss, so I don't need to get up so early. Of course, I still have to keep an eye on you for a few days at the beginning."
She then introduced: "For breakfast, we don't plan to make so many tricks. Just big steamed buns, fried dumplings, wontons, plus soy milk, tomato and egg soup, polenta, millet porridge and other soups and porridge."<
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Yu Xiangwan said mysteriously again: "Zhang Bai made us big steamed buns yesterday, saying it was his mother's recipe."
"The smell, I really can't say enough, it's very fragrant."
"Lao Wu, I have a hunch that the big steamed buns will become the signature hit of the small canteen."
Yu Zhiming smiled and asked: "Is there a secret?"
Yu Xiangwan nodded vigorously and said: "The main thing is the meat filling and cooking oil. The meat filling is diced and needs to be fried first to get the fragrance."
"The oil used to mix the stuffing is mixed with half of the lard, and boiled with peppercorns, aniseed, onions, ginger, garlic, etc."
"Also, chopped oil is added to the stuffing..."
Yu Xiangwan thought about it and said: "The buns taste really delicious. Not only do I say so, but everyone else in the canteen also says so."
After a pause, she asked again: "Lao Wu, I ate too much lard, is it okay?"
Yu Zhiming nodded and said: "Lard is also a healthy food, so there is no problem. With the current lard intake of the public, there is no need to worry about eating too much lard."
"That's fine."
Yu Xiangwan smiled and warned: "You can't come to the opening ceremony in the morning, but after get off work in the evening, you must come and stand."
Yu Zhiming nodded and said yes.
Yu Xiangwan suddenly asked: "Lao Wu, your hospital colleague said that Xiaobo's decoration balance problem can be solved today."
"Is it true?"
Yu Zhiming pondered and said: "Looking at how confident she said it, she should be somewhat sure."
"We'll find out in a day..."
Thinking of the busy schedule of work and things on Friday, Yu Zhiming came to the hospital half an hour earlier than usual.
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Arriving at the central building, Yu Zhiming unexpectedly discovered that Teacher Qi Yue had arrived a step earlier than him.
I noticed that Teacher Qi looked tired and his eyes were red. I knew that the teacher had not slept all night.
"Teacher, the old man's problem is very troublesome?"
Qi Yue nodded gently and said: "At around three o'clock in the morning, the old man's heart developed an arrhythmia."
"Although after emergency treatment, the heart rate finally stabilized, we found that the old man's heart showed signs of heart failure."
Yu Zhiming's heart sank and he said: "In this way, implanting devices such as ICD cannot completely solve the problem. ICD can only correct arrhythmias, but cannot solve heart failure."
Qi Yue hummed, and then continued: "Mr. Ye Huazhang, the master of traditional Chinese medicine, rushed to Ning'an at nearly six o'clock in the morning and took the ancient master's pulse."
"The results of his pulse diagnosis are very bad."
"Oh, teacher, what did Mr. Ye say?" Yu Zhiming asked.
Qi Yue slowly recounted: "Mr. Ye said that Mr. Gu traveled around and worked hard in his early years, which damaged his body's vitality. It was only in his later years that he began to cultivate his character and maintain health."
"Although my body has been well maintained for so many years, it has always been in a state of yang hyperactivity."
"In this state, the heart has been operating in an overloaded state, and now it has reached a point where the oil is exhausted."
Yu Zhiming understood and said with surprise: "Does this mean that the old man's heart failure will deteriorate rapidly?"
"Mr. Ye can't say it, so there's nothing he can do about it, right?"
Qi Yue replied softly: "Mr. Ye said that in the past ten or twenty years, Mr. Gu has been constantly selling various kinds of precious medicinal materials."
"Nowadays, acupuncture without medicine and stone can do it."
Yu Zhiming knew the implication of these words.
That is, the old man suffered a physical deficit in his early years, but he was rich and powerful. In his later years, he was supported by good medicines and famous doctors, and he lived to this day without any illness or disaster.
Now the deadline has come, and it’s hard for the gods to save us.
I also thought that the old man was already eighty-five years old, which is considered an advanced age even in today's society.
It’s not a loss if you die like this.
However, thinking of Qing Ning's uncomfortable appearance yesterday, Yu Zhiming asked without giving up: "Teacher, is there really nothing we can do?"
Qi Yue said slowly: "If it is as Mr. Ye said, Mr. Gu's heart failure will deteriorate rapidly, then there is only one solution."
"Transplant...heart!"
"Based on Mr. Gu's age, the possibility of obtaining a heart donor in China cannot be said to be slim. It can be directly concluded that it is impossible."
Yu Zhiming couldn't help but let out a long sigh, thinking about how to comfort Qing Ning.
She must be extremely sad.
Qi Yue's voice sounded again, "It's impossible at home, but the possibility abroad is quite high."
"With the energy of the Gu family, there are still ways."
Yu Zhiming was slightly startled and looked at Qi Yue.
Qi Yue lowered his voice and said: "Before I came back, several heads of the Gu family held a closed-door meeting."
"That guy Gu Qingran, Hanhan Huhu revealed that he might send the old man to the south."
"South?" Yu Zhiming was a little confused.
"The southernmost subcontinent!"
Qi Yue stretched out his hand and pointed to the south, and added: "In that place, not only is the pharmaceutical industry developed, but the people at the bottom are not regarded as human beings, and criminal activities are rampant. It is the largest source of black market organs in the world." p>
This...
Yu Zhiming felt a little complicated for a while and didn't know how to evaluate this matter.
"It is clear that existence is reasonable. Many things in this world are not subject to human will."
Qi Yue gave a casual persuasion, stood up and said, "Let's go, come with me for ward rounds."
"Relax your mind and body..."
It’s nearly ten o’clock in the morning, the general manager’s office on the 31st floor of Zongqun International Trading Company, Shuntai Plaza, Hunan District.
Guo Zongqun stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the city scenery not far away with great ambition.
Now forty-seven years old, he broke into Binhai alone twenty-five years ago with his passion.
After struggling till now, I have a career.
The international trade company under Guo Zongqun's name has grown to include thirty or forty employees and annual profits of tens of millions.
I also have a lovely wife and a beautiful concubine.
More importantly, Guo Zongqun knew that his wife knew about it, but his wife pretended not to know.
No fuss, no fuss, no talking, taking good care of their three lovely and smart children, and still treating him as before.
This makes Guo Zongqun feel guilty from time to time.
Fortunately, the bold promises Guo Zongqun made to his wife back then have now come true one by one.
The big villa is finally decorated.
After waiting for a while, the smell of decoration and formaldehyde will dissipate, and you can move in.
Guo Zongqun thought about it for a while, and it seemed that he still lacked something in terms of social status.
In the past two years, do more social welfare activities, accumulate some reputation, and win the CPPCC membership in the lower district?
Thinking of this, Guo Zongqun couldn't help but think of the possible lawsuit for the final payment of the renovation.
He thought for a moment and then smiled contemptuously.
Even if a poor man from the countryside can work together with an attending physician from Huashan Hospital, what energy can he have?
Guo Zongqun has already thought about it.
As long as the other party lowers his profile and begs for help, he will generously give half of the three hundred thousand yuan.
But if the other party doesn't know the truth, begs for money, or even takes legal action...
He only needs to make some changes to the existing decoration of the villa to make them unable to eat and walk away.
At this time, someone knocked on the door and entered.
Guo Zongqun turned around and saw a secretary in professional attire but with an enchanting figure swaying in.
The woman came closer, stretched out her hand to push the lensless glasses frame on the bridge of her nose, and said expressionlessly: "General manager, it's time for the meeting."
"The heads of various departments are already waiting in the conference room."
Guo Zongqun hummed softly, and when he turned to his secretary, he reached out and rubbed her butt hard.
The secretary glanced at him coldly and took a step away.
His face is as cold as ice, but his body and dress are so hot. This look makes Guo Zongqun unable to stop.
He laughed and walked out of the office in a few steps.
The next moment, Guo Zongqun's face darkened, and he saw the small front desk leading more than ten national staff wearing different uniforms into the company.
When the receptionist saw Guo Zongqun, he quickly stepped forward and introduced in a low voice: "General Manager, they said it is a joint working group composed of taxation, industry and commerce and labor inspection."
"We need to do a spot check on the company."
Hearing this, Guo Zongqun's heart skipped a beat, and a very unpleasant premonition instantly enveloped his whole body.
But a smile overflowed from his face, and he greeted him enthusiastically.
"Warmly welcome all leaders to come and guide the work..."
