The next morning, Yu Zhiming got up at six o'clock as usual.
After washing, he came out of the bathroom and was somewhat surprised to find Gu Qingning on the sofa bed, curled up with his head covered, still sleeping soundly.
Driven by Yu Zhiming's perseverance, Fourth Sister and Qing Ning have developed a habit.
From Monday to Saturday, when Yu Zhiming gets up, they will also get up and work out together.
Only on Sunday can they sleep in.
I didn’t stay up late last night, and I’m still not getting up now. If something is abnormal, there must be something wrong!
Yu Zhiming gently lifted the thin quilt on Qing Ning's head and found that she had sweat on her forehead and her cheeks were flushed.
This is a fever!
Yu Zhiming quickly measured Qing Ning’s forehead with the back of his hand.
There are some hot flashes, and experience indicates that it is around 39 degrees.
"What's wrong with Qing Ning?" Yu Xiangwan came over.
"The fever is thirty-nine degrees, sister, bring me a glass of warm water."
Yu Zhiming warned and quickly gave Qing Ning a physical examination.
There is no inflammation in the body, it is just a simple fever.
Yu Zhiming sat up with Qing Ning in his arms, shook her awake, then took the water cup handed to her by the fourth sister and fed her water.
Gu Qingning drank a glass of water in small sips, and her mind became much clearer.
Her body leaned against Yu Zhiming's body softly, her mouth pursed, showing a pitiful expression.
"Headache, uncomfortable!"
Yu Zhiming hugged her tightly and comforted her: "You'll be fine after you eat something, take some medicine, and have a good sleep."
Yu Xiangwan mixed another glass of honey water and brought it over.
"I'm going to cook, make vegetables and shrimp noodles?"
Yu Zhiming nodded.
Gu Qingning made a request: "Sister, please add more pickled mustard. I have no appetite. I want to eat something with a stronger taste."
Yu Xiangwan hummed and went to the kitchen to get busy.
Yu Zhiming fed the lime with honey water again, and couldn't help but joke: "I froze for half the night the night before yesterday, and I only have a fever today. Isn't the delay in your system too severe?"
Gu Qingning raised her fist and softly hit Yu Zhiming's chest twice.
She said aggrievedly: "It wasn't the night before yesterday."
"I was running around yesterday, picking up my car for repairs, and going to the market to buy vegetables and seafood. I accidentally caught a cold."
Yu Zhiming put down the half-empty cup and chuckled: "The cold the night before yesterday must have a lot to do with it."
Gu Qingning hummed twice, struggled to get up and said: "I have to go to the bathroom..."
There was no heating in the bathroom, so Yu Zhiming wrapped this guy in a thick coat before letting her go in to wash up...
It was just more than half a bowl of green vegetables and shrimp noodles, accompanied by mustard, cucumber and pickles. After Yu Zhiming coaxed and persuaded, Gu Qingning frowned and finished it with effort.
Later, Yu Zhiming took an antipyretic pill and an analgesic pill from the family medicine box, and watched Gu Qingning take it with a bitter look on his face...
Before leaving for work, Yu Zhiming warned Qing Ning again, who was lying on the sofa bed.
"Have a good sleep, drink water and eat some fruit when you wake up."
"At noon, if you don't feel hungry, you still have to force yourself to cook some dumplings or noodles."
"Be sure to take medicine after meals!"
"If you feel extremely uncomfortable during this period, just call me."
"I have surgery tonight and won't be back until very late..."
Yu Zhiming rambled on for a long time before he went to work with his briefcase uneasy.
As soon as the door of the house was closed, Gu Qingning sat up with a quilt on her back and looked at Yu Xiangwan beside her with gleaming eyes.
"Sister, you were sick before. Did you take care of you so thoughtfully and patiently in Zhiming?"
Yu Xiangwan smiled and said, "How is that possible? At most, it's just a glass of water and a packet of medicine."
"It is impossible to advise you to take medicine."
"In his words, whether you like to eat or not, it's not a big problem if you don't take medicine for such a minor illness. If you endure the discomfort for a few days, it can also help improve the body's resistance."
Gu Qingning looked happy and said: "Sister, you don't have to be jealous. When you feel unwell next time, I will take care of you considerately."
Yu Xiangwan rolled his eyes at this guy.
"You'd better talk less and just lie down and go to sleep. When you go to sleep, I'll go to the canteen..."
After Yu Zhiming arrived at the central building of the hospital, he threw himself into busy work.
At nearly three o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Zhiming, who was doing organ dissection in the laboratory, was called out by Zhou Mo, saying that the director was looking for him.
In the director's office, in addition to Teacher Qi Yue, Yu Zhiming saw a long-faced man wearing a white coat and short gray hair.
Yu Zhiming noticed that the work nameplate hanging on his left chest said Tang Jianxiong, Department of Medical Oncology.
There is also a bald man sitting in a wheelchair in the director's office who is almost skinny and sucks oxygen.
Next to the wheelchair, there was a middle-aged woman with a haggard face, and a man who looked to be in his late thirties.
Yu Zhiming knew without Teacher Qi’s introduction that the person in the wheelchair was the terminal cancer patient mentioned last night.
He recalled the information about this man's condition that he had read today.
Fifty-eight years old, left kidney cancer was discovered four years ago, and he underwent radical nephrectomy on the left side.
The cancer recurred six months ago and metastasized to the liver and lungs.
However, seeing this man's physical condition with his own eyes now made Yu Zhiming shake his head secretly.
This man is so thin that he loses his appearance. His cheekbones are extremely prominent and his eye sockets are sunken.
When the patient's body has become so thin, Yu Zhiming understands that he will basically not be able to support it for much longer.
Perhaps, a small inflammation or a small cold can send people away.
Because his body is already in a dry state and cannot provide additional energy, allowing him to continue fighting.
Many terminal cancer patients die because their body energy is exhausted and their organs stop functioning.
Yu Zhiming looked at Teacher Qi Yue and Dr. Tang, and found that both of them had serious faces.
Obviously, with more experience, they could see at a glance that the patient's condition was very bad.
In the silence, the patient in the wheelchair was the first to speak out breathlessly: "Doctor Yu, I have to thank you for your hard work."
Yu Zhiming quickly said modestly: "I dare not call myself a miracle doctor. I am just a young doctor with some specialties."
"Compared to many medical seniors, I'm still far behind."
The patient in the wheelchair took a few strong breaths of oxygen and said excitedly: "Dr. Yu, it was too late that we found out."
"If my wife and son had been more attentive and known a few months earlier that Dr. Yu had great skills in treating cancer, maybe I could go out for a walk by myself now."
He said too many words in one breath, and the wheelchair patient was a little out of breath.
He coughed and breathed in oxygen rapidly.
When Yu Zhiming heard what this man said, he couldn't explain it in detail. He didn't have any ability to treat cancer. He was just assisting oncologists in treatment.
Yu Zhiming has seen a lot of patients like wheelchair patients.
They desperately want to live.
They never let go of any opportunity to grab straws, believing that miracles will eventually happen to them.
Yu Zhiming waited for the wheelchair patient to regain some composure. Seeing that he still wanted to speak, he spoke first: "Let's get down to business first. Let's go to the examination room for a physical examination..."
In the examination room, the wheelchair patient's son gently picked him up and placed him on the examination bed.
Yu Zhiming put on surgical gloves and examined him from head to toe.
"Doctor, how am I doing?"
Facing the patient who couldn't wait to ask, Yu Zhiming comforted him and said: "It's not bad. Apart from the existing lesions, no other cancerous parts have been found."
The patient said with excitement: "In other words, I can still be saved, right?"
"Doctor Yu, please trouble me."
"I can treat it as I want without considering the cost. I also have a house in my name, worth five to six million, which is already on the market."
"I'm not short of money!"
Yu Zhiming nodded slightly and said: "Next, I need to go back to the director's office to discuss your next treatment plan with my teacher and Dr. Tang."
After saying this, he winked at the patient's son and left the examination room first...
Yu Zhiming returned to the director's office, met the eyes of Teacher Qi Yue and Dr. Tang, and shook his head.
"The lungs are still slightly better, but the residual function of the liver is weak, and there is a possibility of complete collapse at any time."
"The functions of other organs also stay at a very low level."
"As far as the patient's body is concerned, it simply cannot bear some drastic treatment methods."
Yu Zhiming said bluntly: "Teacher, there is no possibility of treatment for his situation. At most, he can use some medicine to recover for a few days and let him eat a few good meals."
Qi Yue snorted softly.
At this time, the patient's son knocked on the door and entered.
Yu Zhiming was not subtle or tactful, and told him what he had just said again.
The patient's son said with a bitter look on his face: "When we were treated at the No. 1 City Hospital, the attending doctor also said the same thing."
"After I returned home from the hospital, my relatives and friends came to visit me one after another, and someone mentioned you, Dr. Yu."
"My dad can't stay any longer and will definitely cause trouble."
He looked at Yu Zhiming and asked: "Dr. Yu, is there really nothing we can do? If there is hope, we will try to cure it even though we are trying to sell it."
Yu Zhiming told the truth: "Spending tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands a day just to live for an extra month or two?"
"Are you willing to bear this price?"
The patient's son said with a sad face: "Although my father still has a house in his name, we have owed millions in debt for medical treatment in the past few years."
"My dad is in a situation like this. Director Qi, Expert Tang, and Dr. Yu, do you have any other suggestions?"
Qi Yue said slowly: "Similar to comfort treatment, your father's physical condition will seem to improve a lot."
"But it only lasts for a few days."
"After a few days, you will understand."
After a moment of silence, the patient's son gritted his teeth and said: "Director Qi, I choose this comfort treatment..."
At nearly seven o'clock in the evening, You Weixian, Qi Yue, Yu Zhiming, Zhou Mo and others had dinner together and took two cars to the JB District Public Security Bureau.
Qi Yue, Yu Zhiming, and Zhou Mo took Yu Zhiming's Mercedes-Benz car, with Zhou Mo driving.
At nearly 7:30, Yu Zhiming, who was still on the way, received a call from Wang Mu from the First City Hospital.
"Doctor Yu, I have a pregnant woman here with severe heartache who is nine weeks pregnant and urgently needs cardiovascular interventional surgery."
"Dr. Yu, pregnant women cannot do X-rays. Can you please come over and give me a hard time?"
Yu Zhiming replied: "President Wang, I have to assist Dr. You Weixian in a skull base tumor surgery later, and I can't make it in time."
"You guys should think of another way."
After a moment, Wang Mu's voice caught up to him, "Skull base tumor surgery isn't urgent, is it?"
"How about Dr. You, please postpone it for a while, or change it to another day?"
"The pregnant woman's situation is very urgent. The pregnant woman's father said that he is willing to double compensation for the losses caused by the postponement of the operation."
Qi Yue took the phone and said: "For tonight's operation, we have prepared for ten days and built a temporary operating room, with a total investment of nearly one million."
