The sponsors have all left, and what follows is a moment of celebration and happiness for the people of Huashan Hospital.
However, Yu Zhiming will still be busy tomorrow. After eating and drinking, he and Zhou Mo left the reception together.
The two took a taxi and arrived at the hospital first.
Zhou Mo continued to take a taxi back to Junshan Mansion, while Yu Zhiming drove a bed truck back to Zijinyuan Community.
At nearly 11 o'clock in the evening, Yu Zhiming returned to the rental house and found that the fourth sister, Qing Ning and others had not returned yet.
After he finished washing, he was about to go back to the bedroom to rest when he heard the doorbell ring.
Visitors at this time are mostly emergencies.
Yu Zhiming, who had a similar experience in his hometown, opened the door immediately.
To his surprise, there was an acquaintance outside the door.
It’s that freezing beauty who I’ve dealt with several times before, and she wants grace rather than warmth.
At this time, she was dressed quite normally, wearing simple dark home clothes.
Yu Zhiming also noticed that her eyes were full of tears and a little red and swollen.
"What's the matter with you?"
The frozen beauty looked at Yu Zhiming with tears in her eyes, and said with a choked voice: "My boyfriend Geng Guowei, he is gone."
"He said, let me come to you."
"He also said, you have something to give to me."
Yu Zhiming was a little surprised and asked: "Are you the Jiang Quan mentioned by liver cancer patient Geng Guowei?"
The frozen beauty nodded.
"ID card?"
The frozen beauty took out her wallet from her pocket, and then took out her ID card and handed it to Yu Zhiming.
Yu Zhiming looked at the ID card and confirmed that the photo on the ID card and the person in front of him were the same person, and then let the frozen beauty enter the living room.
"Geng Guowei is really gone?"
Jiang Quan nodded again and choked with sobs: "We have been walking for more than an hour, and I have already dressed him."
Yu Zhiming sighed softly, picked up Qing Ning's tablet, entered her email system, and pulled up Geng Guowei's video will.
"Last Saturday night, Geng Guowei came to my place and asked me to provide him with a video witness of his will."
Yu Zhiming handed the tablet to Jiang Quan.
"Didn't he tell you about the will?"
Jiang Quan shook his head and said: "He just told me that after he left, he asked me to come and find you."
After saying this, she clicked on the will video.
"I am Geng Guowei, ID number..."
After the nearly four-minute testament video was played, Jiang Quan sat on the sofa as motionless as a sculpture.
Only the tears in my eyes kept rolling down like broken pearls.
Yu Zhiming took out some tissues and handed them over.
"My condolences!"
"Um, Mr. Geng's funeral?"
Jiang Quan seemed to be shocked out of his wits by Yu Zhiming's voice. His body suddenly moved, he took the tissue and wiped his tears.
"He and I met in a bar."
Jiang Quan slowly recounted: "I work in the bar atmosphere team, and he often invites me to drink, and we get to know each other as soon as we go back and forth."
"He is knowledgeable, eloquent, and a company executive. I fell in love with him, but I also knew that I was not worthy of him, so I regarded him as a passing guest in my life."
Yu Zhiming sat down on the sofa nearby and listened to Jiang Quan's story.
"After disappearing for nearly half a year, he appeared in front of me again, much thinner."
"He told me that he had terminal liver cancer. In the past few months, he had sold everything he could to cure the disease."
"Now, after paying the rent for a small house, he doesn't even have money for food."
"He asked me if I wanted to raise him?"
"I said, yes!"
"That's it, I moved here to take care of him and raise him."
Jiang Quan covered his face with his hands and whined, "I don't understand. He obviously still has a lot of property, why doesn't he use it to treat himself?"
Yu Zhiming could clearly see tears seeping out from between Jiang Quan's fingers.
He explained: "There is basically no solution for late-stage liver cancer. No matter how much money you have, it will only be a matter of a few days sooner or later."
"Mr. Geng has thought clearly. Instead of suffering and living a few more days, it is better to leave these properties to his lover who loves him wholeheartedly and takes care of him sincerely."
When Jiang Quan heard this, he cried even louder.
She was still in control at first, but after a while, she completely let go and started crying on the coffee table.
For this kind of thing, if you can cry out and vent your inner emotions, it is not a bad thing for the body.
Yu Zhiming didn't try to persuade him. He stood up, poured a glass of warm water and placed it on the coffee table in front of Jiang Quan...
It took Jiang Quan five or six minutes to cry loudly before he slowly stopped.
She raised her head, looked at Yu Zhiming with tears on her face, and asked with a pleading look on her face: "Doctor Yu, what should I do next?"
"I don't understand."
This...
Yu Zhiming said with a hint of evasion: "I don't know much about it. Contact the property management and neighborhood committee, they will definitely help."
He also reminded: "Mr. Geng stated in his will that you have full authority to handle his funeral affairs."
"It can be seen that he does not want his family to get too involved. But it is not good not to inform his family about this kind of thing."
"Um, the contact information of his family?"
Jiang Quan shook his head and replied: "He told me that he has no family and no real friends."
"He trusts you so much, Dr. Yu, and asked you to be a witness to his will. This shows that he regards you as a friend who can truly trust and rely on."
Yu Zhiming just grinned.
Why do you feel like you are being relied on?
It's just that Jiang Quan is alone now, and Yu Zhiming really doesn't care.
He followed Jiang Quan back to the seventh floor, which was also a small room with one living room, and first confirmed that Geng Guowei was really dead.
Later, Jiang Quan was asked to contact the property management and neighborhood committee.
Faced with this kind of thing, the dead person is the most important person, and the property management and neighborhood committee did not shirk, and people came quickly.
Yu Xinyue, Yu Xiangwan and Qing Ning also came.
In the end, Yu Xinyue drove Yu Zhiming, Yu Xiangwan and Qing Ning back to their residence to rest, and she stayed to help...
At six o'clock the next morning, Yu Zhiming got up and walked out of the bedroom. He saw a room full of women getting up and yawning non-stop.
"Xiaoxue, Zeng Yan, you are on holiday, you can go to the bedroom and sleep until you wake up naturally."
After hearing this, Fu Xiaoxue and Zeng Yan looked at each other, picked up pillows and quilts, and rushed into the bedroom.
Yu Zhiming looked at the third sister with messy hair.
I heard her sleepily say: "Someone from the neighborhood committee is accompanying that girl."
"This morning, that person will be sent to the funeral home."
"Since there are no family and friends, the memorial service will not be held and the matter will be cremated directly."
"The ashes, the girl said, had talked about this before and said that his wish was to scatter them into the sea."
Yu Zhiming said softly: "It's simple and easy, pretty good."
Yu Xiangwan folded the quilt and interjected: "He is only in his forties, and the possibility that he has no family or close relatives is quite small."
"Perhaps, even if you have a wife and children."
"I guess trouble is still to come, especially since he left a considerable amount of property."
Qing Ning said with a sense of justice: "What trouble are you afraid of?"
"He made it clear in his will that he left all his property to Jiang Quan."
Yu Xinyue chuckled: "It's reasonable to go to the court, but unreasonable to go to the media. Nowadays, many people are just for profit, but they are quite messy and can annoy people to death."
Qing Ning waved her fist and said, "I want to see if it's their mouths that are tougher or my fists that are tougher."
Yu Xiangwan smiled and said: "They are eager for you to take action. A slap in the face is worth a lot of money now."
Qing Ning chuckled and said: "Fourth sister, I'm not stupid, I will definitely take action with reason."
"As for calling the police and filing a lawsuit, I'm not afraid of it. I'll hire a few lawyers to kill them."
Yu Xinyue said: "That is to say, rich people like Qing Ning have the confidence to play like this, but ordinary people have no time, energy and money to waste it with rogues."
At this moment, Yu Zhiming's cell phone rang.
It’s a call from neurosurgeon You Weixian.
Yu Zhiming thought of Zhang Yong's skull base tumor resection surgery and hurriedly answered the call.
"Doctor You, did the operation go well?"
The next moment, Dr. You's tired voice came from the mobile phone.
"I feel that the operation process was quite smooth, but the specific effect depends on whether the patient can wake up smoothly and the examination results after waking up."
"Doctor Yu, what about the nerve recovery-promoting medicine?"
Yu Zhiming replied: "As far as I know, Zhang Yong's application for extended use has been submitted, but the fastest will be Monday or Tuesday before he can get the approval."
You Weixian groaned on the phone and sighed: "Dr. Yu, the Ji's amino acid nerve damage recovery agent developed by your project team is really good for all kinds of brain injuries." p>
"It's just too expensive. Only families with three or five houses in big cities can afford it."
Yu Zhiming explained: "There is nothing we can do about this. The direct cost of preparing the medicine in the laboratory alone is 60,000 to 70,000 yuan per dose."
"In the future, when we enter the industrial production stage, the cost may drop significantly."
"I hope so!"
You Weixian said with hope: "If the price can be reduced to a level that ordinary people can bear, the various sequelae after various brain surgeries will definitely be significantly reduced..."
At 6:30 in the morning, while Yu Zhiming was having breakfast, his cell phone rang again.
To his surprise, the caller ID showed that it was a long-distance call from the United States.
Yu Zhiming answered the call with doubts.
"Dr. Yu, please excuse me, I am the father of a fifteen-year-old sick boy in the United States."
On the phone, the father said sincerely: "My son suffers from a rare disease. It has not been diagnosed yet, and there is no effective treatment."
"Now his condition is getting worse and his body is getting weaker. Dr. Yu, can you please come to the United States?"
"In addition to bearing the round trip expenses, I can also..."
Yu Zhiming interrupted: "Sir, this is not a matter of money. Due to personal reasons, it is impossible for me to fly to the United States for more than ten hours."
"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."
After saying this, he hung up the phone directly.
"I guess I have to change my phone number again. Anyone can contact me directly..."
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