At nearly eight o'clock in the evening, after dinner, Yu Zhiming went back to the bedroom, ignoring rest and getting into working mode.
He spent more than an hour preliminarily sorting out the condition information of today's outpatients.
Then, Yu Zhiming opened the radioactive seed implantation surgery plan for two patients with skull base tumors designed by Dr. You and Teacher Qi on his laptop.
The patient from Beijing will have radioactive seeds implanted at four locations around the skull base tumor.
He doesn't have to go through the pain of choice.
Because based on the location, size and shape of the tumor at the base of his skull, Dr. You believed that the chances of it being a chance of success were minimal, which directly denied him the opportunity for a second surgery.
This Beijing patient can only hope that radioactive particles can effectively inhibit the growth of tumors.
Zhang Yong from Hangzhou chose to take a risk and gamble on his luck. He needed to implant radioactive particles in three locations of the brain tumor.
In Dr. You's words, Zhang Yong's probability of winning the bet is like guessing the heads and tails of a coin, half to half.
It seems that there is 50% luck, and the chance of winning is not small.
But specifically for patients, there is not much difference between 50% luck, 10% luck, and 90% luck.
Once you have made your choice, you can only wait anxiously for God to toss a coin.
The surgical plans of these two people also marked the puncture paths of each implantation location in detail.
After Yu Zhiming carefully studied the implantation points and puncture paths marked on the three-dimensional perspective diagram, he entered the mode of emptying his eyes.
But in his mind, a more refined and accurate three-dimensional perspective of the brain emerged.
There are not only lifelike tumors on it, but also blood vessels of varying thicknesses that are crisscrossed and distributed three-dimensionally like tree roots.
Yu Zhiming wants to simulate the puncture process in his mind based on the puncture path drawn by Dr. You.
It’s just a simulation.
Because everyone's brain condition is different, even for the same person, the brain sometimes undergoes small changes due to factors such as collisions.
However, the relative relationship between blood vessels is basically fixed.
Yu Zhiming must clearly remember the main blood vessels on the puncture path.
During the actual puncture process, he needed to avoid them to avoid damaging the blood vessels and causing severe bleeding.
They also need to be used as markers during the puncture to avoid deviating from the route.
After all, this is the path to minimize brain damage jointly selected by Dr. You and Teacher Qi.
If the puncture needle in Yu Zhiming's hand deviates a little, it may cause damage to certain brain neuron nodes, resulting in unpredictable consequences...
I don’t know how much time passed, but the sudden ringing of the mobile phone pulled Yu Zhiming out of his work.
Feeling a little headache, Yu Zhiming glanced at the screen of his phone and found that it was a call from his eldest sister.
He hurriedly picked up the phone and answered the call.
During this process, Yu Zhiming glanced at the time again, which was ten ten o'clock in the evening.
"Sister, what's the matter with you not going to bed so late?"
"I'm so angry that I can't sleep!"
Hearing what the eldest sister said, Yu Zhiming breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that it was not a big deal.
"Sister, is it Xiaobo or Xiaoxue? I'll teach them a lesson for you. You can give them a good beating if you want."
Yu Zhaoxia said angrily: "Lao Wu, remember to give Xiaobo a good beating and tell him to break up with that girl quickly."
"If we don't live in the same household, we are no longer a family, and we can't live together at all."
Just when Yu Zhiming wanted to say a few words for Xiaobo, he heard the eldest sister say on the phone again: "Lao Wu, I'm not angry this time because of Xiaobo, but because of some weird things said about you."
"Weird things about me?" Yu Zhiming was a little confused.
Yu Zhaoxia explained during the call: "Didn't the young man from Lijiacun you treated him come back on Saturday night?"
"Strange stories come from him."
Yu Zhiming asked curiously: "Sister, what did you say about me?"
"I was told that I would stay in the hospital for a week, without any injections or medicine, just some saline water and glucose, and the final bill was more than 10,000 yuan."
Hearing this, Yu Zhiming felt a little uncomfortable.
To this fellow patient, he considered himself to be completely benevolent and righteous.
Knowing that his family was in financial difficulty, Yu Zhiming's bronchoscopy and daily physical examinations were not recorded, and he was treated as voluntary labor.
Otherwise, with Yu Zhiming's current charging standards, that guy's discharge bill will definitely be thousands more.
Also, the bulk of his expenses were Dr. Wang Wu’s two pulse diagnosis sessions and acupuncture, which amounted to RMB 6,000.
The cost seemed a bit expensive, but without Dr. Wang's acupuncture, he might not have been able to get through it.
In addition, cardiopulmonary expert Dr. Wang Chunyuan also gave treatment advice for Yu Zhiming's sake.
The smooth discharge of this fellow patient can be said to be the result of the combined efforts of four famous doctors including Yu Zhiming, Qi Yue, Wang Chunyuan, and Wang Wu.
This kind of medical treatment is not something that ordinary people can enjoy.
Yu Zhiming also thought that maybe he could tell him one by one the things he silently did for him.
That guy will know how much preferential treatment he received.
It seems that if you want to do good deeds in the future, it is better to do them in the open, so as not to be blinded.
Yu Zhiming calmed down a little, and then heard the eldest sister continue: "They also said that they did not give him any serious treatment at all, and made him eat a so-called medicinal diet that cost up to two to three hundred yuan a day and was very difficult to eat."
"In short, let's just say that you have a dark heart. You don't even let go of the folks in your hometown or those who got married and separated from your children. You just know how to make money desperately."
Hearing this, Yu Zhiming lost his temper and persuaded: "Sister, there is no need to be angry about this kind of thing."
"When I was in the county hospital, there were people who said good things to God when they used me, but after using me, they turned their backs on me and refused to recognize me."
"We have a clear conscience and let them say whatever they want."
Yu Zhiming pretended to be happy and said: "Sister, this also has a big advantage. My reputation has become bad, and there will definitely be fewer people looking for me in my hometown in the future."
Yu Zhaoxia said on the phone: "Lao Wu, your reputation in your hometown is still very good. You are not afraid of their slander."
"Some people just couldn't stand listening to their talk of shit. They called me just now and specifically told me about this."
After a moment of pause, she said in a depressed tone: "I just feel that some people's hearts are just crooked."
"Their family didn't even think about it. They spent two to three hundred thousand before but nothing was cured. The recurring disease was cured by you, Lao Wu, and they didn't even feel grateful."
"They even said that it was just some duck down that got into the trachea and it was not a big problem at all."
Yu Zhaoxia said angrily: "Lao Wu, some people just don't deserve pity. Don't show random kindness in the future."
"Well, I understand, eldest sister!" Yu Zhiming replied.
The next moment, Yu Zhaoxia warned on the phone again: "Lao Wu, after you have paid your salary, don't transfer money to me."
"You owe so much money now, and you are under a lot of pressure."
"Besides, I am not short of money at home, and Xiaobo also gives me money every month."
Yu Zhiming chuckled and said: "Sister, I owe more than 20 million yuan, and I don't owe you a few thousand yuan."
"Sister, you can take the money I give you with peace of mind, and don't be reluctant to spend it."
"My ability to make money is just getting better and better..."
Yu Zhiming and the eldest sister chatted casually for a while and then ended the call.
As soon as he saw that it was getting late, he tidied up his desk, prepared to go and wash up, and then went to bed.
When Yu Zhiming came out of the bedroom, he saw the fourth sister, Qing Ning and Zhou Mo sitting on the sofa in the living room, eating some braised meat and side dishes on the coffee table, and drinking red wine.
"Zhou Mo, aren't you going home?"
After asking this question, Yu Zhiming noticed that Zhou Mo had changed into cartoon pajamas.
Obviously lime style pajamas.
Zhou Mo raised his red wine glass towards Yu Zhiming and said, "I already told my mother that I won't go back tonight!"
"This wine is delicious!"
"Dr. Yu, it's such a pity that you can't drink."
Yu Zhiming could tell that this guy had drunk too much, and his voice had changed a bit.
He noticed that Fourth Sister and Qing Ning were both still conscious.
Yu Zhiming hurriedly warned: "Fourth sister, don't drink lime. It's time to go to bed."
Yu Xiangwan and Qing Ning responded together...
After Yu Zhiming washed up and walked out of the bathroom, he saw that the wine and snacks on the coffee table had disappeared.
The sofa bed and flip-up bed have also been packed up.
Gu Qingning came to Yu Zhiming with her erhu in hand and said softly: "Zhiming, play a nice tune and we will sleep obediently."
Zhou Mo, who was kneeling on the sofa bed, clapped his hands and shouted excitedly: "Come one! Come one..."
Yu Zhiming was a little speechless, but he still played "Jasmine" with all his heart.
Zhou Mo shouted again: "It sounds good, it sounds good, one more, one more..."
Yu Zhiming did not spoil her and entered the bedroom with his erhu.
After putting down the erhu, Yu Zhiming went to bed and lay down, thinking about the puncture plan for the skull base tumor again...
I don’t know how much time passed, but Yu Zhiming was woken up by the sudden ringtone of his mobile phone.
He sat up reflexively and picked up his phone.
As a doctor, what I fear most is the sudden ringing of a cell phone in the middle of the night.
This means something urgent must have happened.
Yu Zhiming's vision was still blurry and he couldn't see the caller ID clearly, so he subconsciously answered the call.
"I'm Yu Zhiming, what's the matter?"
"Doctor Yu, we just received an emergency notification that a foreign leader has arrived in Binhai and needs medical services."
Yu Zhiming recognized that this was the voice of Dean Li Yao.
"The notice also specifically pointed out that I hope you, Dr. Yu, can be at the medical site."
"Doctor Yu, what do you think about this?"
At this moment, Yu Zhiming had regained a lot of consciousness and said: "Dean, I understand."
"I'll prepare and set off."
"Doctor Yu, there will be a car to pick you up."
"In half an hour, you can just wait at the gate of Zijinyuan Community..."
