It’s snowing and icy, and the roads are slippery. Most of the people sent to the emergency area of Huashan Hospital are injured due to traffic accidents, slips and falls.
Those who can be sent to Yu Zhiming's place are naturally more seriously injured, either with multiple fractures in the body, or with severe internal bleeding and other organ injuries.
After nine o'clock in the evening, a young wounded man with wide-eyed eyes and trembling heart came to Yu Zhiming's place.
There were bamboo sticks pierced through this man's neck and cheek.
He walked into the rescue area by himself, and there were drops of blood dripping down from time to time along the two bamboo sticks. It can be said that there is blood every step of the way.
It’s scary to watch.
The injured man was rushed to the hospital by a bus.
The bus driver who brought him there cried and said that a car traveling in front of him suddenly skidded and swung sideways.
He braked suddenly, but ended up crashing into it.
What I never expected was that a girl in the bus was eating grilled squid.
Next to her, the young man who was looking down at his mobile phone happened to hit the bamboo stick on the girl's left hand when he braked suddenly...
Yu Zhiming first concentrated on exploring the bamboo stick that the young man had pierced through his neck. Fortunately, it did not damage the major blood vessels, larynx, trachea, cervical vertebrae, etc.
He carefully pulled out the two bamboo sticks from the young man's neck and face, and then performed debridement.
Because it was a penetrating injury, and a lot of dirt was inside the wound, the debridement really took Yu Zhiming a lot of time.
More than half an hour later, Yu Zhiming debrided the young man and then gave up his seat to a doctor on duty invited from the plastic surgery department.
After all, the injuries were to the face and neck, and the injured were young, so it would be bad if there were obvious scars.
Yu Zhiming specifically ordered the nurse to invite a plastic surgeon to come over and take over the treatment...
Yu Zhiming left the emergency room, took off his emergency jacket, and found that the emergency area in front of him became more organized and empty.
There were no ambulance horns blaring outside.
He knew that the peak period had passed.
Yu Zhiming took a breath and saw a box of milk and a small cake handed to him.
He reached out to take it, first took a sip of warm milk through the straw, and then ate the small cake in two or three mouthfuls.
"Zhou Mo, I told you, you don't have to stay with me all the time. You can go back first."
Zhou Mo chuckled and said: "How can it be that the boss is still busy working while the full-time assistant goes home from get off work first?"
Yu Zhiming took another sip of milk and said, "Let's talk about it first. This is your voluntary overtime work, and I won't pay overtime pay."
Zhou Mo said with a smile on his face: "I don't care about overtime pay. When I take on private work next time, Dr. Yu, if you give me a few thousand extra in labor fees, I'll have it all."
Yu Zhiming glanced at her, then glanced around the first aid area and the fast-pass area.
"The peak period is over, we can leave."
After making his decision, Yu Zhiming informed the senior nurse beside him and left with Zhou Mo.
Passing by the messy family waiting area, a slightly familiar voice suddenly broke into Yu Zhiming's eardrums.
"I am doing good things for people. Believe it or not, it is absolutely impossible for you to ask me to pay for it."
Yu Zhiming stopped and looked at the sound.
I saw a red-haired young man wearing eye-catching takeout rider clothing, surrounded by three or five people.
Yu Zhiming recognized this familiar voice and red hair.
The young man who was misdiagnosed with lung cancer.
Yu Zhiming changed direction and walked over.
"This is a hospital, so everything is quieter."
Yu Zhiming stopped drinking first, looked at the red-haired young man, and asked: "What happened?"
When the red-haired young man saw Yu Zhiming, he looked happy and said eagerly: "Doctor Yu, that's it."
"I was delivering food at night. When I passed an intersection, I saw an electric car knocking down an old man."
"People riding electric bikes also fall down and can't get up."
"Out of good intentions, I got out of the car and helped the old man up first. Unexpectedly, the guy who hit him got up and got on the electric bike and ran away."
At this time, a man in his early thirties next to him interrupted angrily: "Doctor, that's not the case."
"My dad said that he was the one who hit it, and there was no electric car that escaped..."
Yu Zhiming couldn't help but frown.
Yaya, it’s this kind of drama about helping the elderly again.
Yu Zhiming interrupted the man and said, "Let him finish speaking first."
Yu Zhiming looked at the red-haired young man and listened to what he continued to say, "I saw that the old man was not in good condition, so I hailed a taxi and took the old man to the hospital for treatment."
The red-haired young man pointed at the two men and two women half-circling him, and complained: "I ran away without saying anything. When they came, they said I was the one who hit them and made me responsible."
The man who spoke just now said angrily: "My dad said you were the one who hit me, and no one else escaped."
"In this situation, don't I trust my father? I have to trust you, an outsider."
"That's right, my dad won't lie." The other three people agreed one after another.
Yu Zhiming interrupted again and asked: "Where is your father?"
In an observation room, Yu Zhiming saw a 60- or 70-year-old man with a plaster on his right arm and a bandage on his chest, lying on the hospital bed and receiving an intravenous drip.
Yu Zhiming introduced himself: "Old man, I am Dr. Yu Zhiming."
"Let me ask, do you remember everything before and after you were hit?"
The old man looked at Yu Zhiming and the red-haired young man beside him warily, and said: "I'm not Lao Hutu yet, of course I remember it, and I remember it clearly."
He stretched out his left hand and pointed at the red-haired young man.
"He was the one who hit me."
These words made the red-haired young man furious, and he was about to refute, but was stopped by Yu Zhiming's sharp eyes.
Yu Zhiming looked at the old man again.
"Old man, if he really hits you, no one will protect him. He should be taken care of and compensated."
"But, if it's a misunderstanding..."
Yu Zhiming paused deliberately and said slowly: "There are surveillance cameras everywhere in Binhai. It is not difficult to investigate the facts clearly."
"Even if there are no cameras, the police's technical identification department can find out the facts from subtle evidence."
"After all, one said it was a collision and the other said it was not, but the car and the clothes on your body don't lie."
"If you hit it, it will definitely leave traces."
"You said, right?"
As he spoke, Yu Zhiming keenly noticed that the old man's expression became complicated and his eyes became evasive.
Yu Zhiming, who knew what he was doing, went on to say: "Nowadays, the whole society is very disgusted with helping people and being blackmailed."
"If there is really a misunderstanding, after this incident comes out..."
He chuckled and said: "Old man, not only you, but also your children will be discussed by your neighbors, relatives, friends, and colleagues, and your life and work will be greatly affected..."
At this moment, the old man's children also noticed that the old man's expression was a little unnatural.
I thought about the criticism and the Internet explosion...
The old man's eldest son shuddered a little and quickly asked for confirmation: "Dad, tell the truth. I was so dizzy when I was hit. Did I not remember something clearly?"
"In the end, was this person the one who hit you?"
The old man quickly echoed: "Yes, yes, I was stunned at that time, and I can't remember some things."
"Maybe some of my memories were mixed up."
Hearing what he said, everyone present understood that it was not the red-haired young man who hit her.
The old man's children looked embarrassed and didn't know what to say next.
Zhou Mo, who followed in, opened his mouth to remind.
"Who hit you in the end must be explained clearly. Don't come back two days later when the evidence is gone."
When the red-haired young man heard this, he immediately took out his mobile phone and turned on the shooting function.
"Yes, be sure to make it clear, and you must not be impatient."
Facing the camera, the old man thought about the consequences of his blackmail being widely publicized, and could only tell the camera that it was another electric car that hit him, and it was the red-haired young man who saved him.
The red-haired young man put away his mobile phone with satisfaction, looking proud and proud of his innocence.
Yu Zhiming turned his gaze to the old people and their children with stern expressions, and said coldly: "This young man saved your father, delayed the original delivery work, and was misunderstood by you again."
"Shouldn't you express your gratitude?"
"Yes, this expression should mean..."
Reminded by Yu Zhiming's "good intentions", the group of people solemnly expressed their gratitude to the red-haired young man.
Finally, I gave a thank you gift of 6,000 yuan...
After leaving the observation room, the red-haired young man said with gratitude: "Dr. Yu, thank you for helping me again."
"Otherwise this time, even if I can escape in the end, I will still have to peel off a layer of my skin."
He invited again: "Dr. Yu, and this beautiful woman, to thank you for your help, I'll treat you to a big meal."
"Just in time, we spent all the six thousand."
Yu Zhiming chuckled and said: "Delivering food in rainy and snowy weather is not easy to make money, so I'd better save it if I can."
He asked again: "How is the business of your motorcycle shop?"
The red-haired young man scratched his head and said: "It's still the same, half dead."
"The weather is so bad today and there are a lot of takeout orders, so we all went out to deliver takeout."
Yu Zhiming said softly.
He thought of the fourth sister's small canteen and said: "My sister opened a fast food canteen, and the business is pretty good."
"Let's do this. Contact us yourself to see if there is any possibility of cooperation."
After saying this, Yu Zhiming gave the fourth sister's mobile phone number to the red-haired young man.
Later, he once again rejected the red-haired young man's invitation to treat guests, and left the outpatient and emergency department with Zhou Mo...
When I returned to Zijinyuan’s residence, it was already 10:30 in the evening.
Yu Zhiming was eating a delicious dinner while listening to Qing Ning's report.
"My fourth cousin's uncle transferred 400,000 yuan to me and gave me the names and basic information of six people."
"He said that the list of physical examinations will be sent to me one after another."
Yu Zhiming nodded and said: "Let them make an appointment with Zhou Mo."
Gu Qingning hummed, then turned to say: "Uncle Yantang, who runs a nursing home, said that with his many efforts, there are now one hundred and forty or fifty old people who are willing to accept your physical examination."
"He wants to confirm the time for the physical examination with you."
Yu Zhiming thought for a while and said: "This weekend, there is a banquet at noon, and I also want to rest, so let's do it next weekend."
Gu Qingning suggested: "In the Ming Dynasty, we might as well schedule it on New Year's Day. Uncle Yantang's sanatorium is not too far from Huguangshanshe. It also has mountains and water, and the scenery is good."
"The most important thing is that they have an independent heating system, which is said to be quite comfortable..."
