At eight past twelve noon, Yu Zhiming came to the office of Dr. Weng Yang, a plastic surgeon.
He found that Dr. Cai Yongxian, Dr. Lin from the neurosurgery department, and Dr. Hou from the microsurgery department had already arrived before him.
"Dr. Weng, your office is really big."
The reason why Yu Zhiming sighed was because Teacher Qi Yue's office was only twenty square meters, but Dr. Weng's office was visually estimated to be at least thirty square meters.
Such a large office is rare in Huashan Hospital, where space is at a premium.
Dr. Cai chuckled and said, "Dr. Yu, this is the strength of our hospital's most profitable department."
Weng Yang laughed and said: "The number one profitable department is no longer our plastic surgery department."
"Dr. Yu's financial ability alone far exceeds that of our entire department."
Dr. Cai, Dr. Lin and Dr. Hou all nodded in agreement.
They all know that the five or six billion more donations the hospital received than in previous years are all for Yu Zhiming.
"I alone can't compare to the entire department!"
Yu Zhiming said a modest word casually, sat down on the sofa in the reception area, and saw five luxurious takeaways placed on the coffee table.
"Is there anyone else coming?"
Dr. Weng chuckled and said, "It's just the four of us. I ordered an extra serving for you, Dr. Yu."
"Everyone already knows that I can eat."
Yu Zhiming laughed at himself, opened the takeaway closest to him on the coffee table, and found that the food was quite good.
There are grilled lamb ribs, braised abalone, pan-fried eel segments, stir-fried meat with broccoli, and stir-fried winter bamboo shoots.
The staple food is rice and the soup is black-bone chicken soup.
Yu Zhiming said with satisfaction: "Although I ate a lot during the Chinese New Year and lost my appetite, I can still eat two portions of this standard lunch box."
Amidst the chuckles of several people, Dr. Weng said solemnly: "Dr. Yu, my friend's fish bone in his heart was successfully removed through surgery, and he has now gone home to recuperate."
"Dr. Yu, thank you! If it weren't for your meticulous investigation, it might have caused big trouble."
Yu Zhiming replied politely: "It happens to be within my field of expertise, so there is no need to take it too seriously."
He picked up his chopsticks and asked, "Should we talk while eating, or should we eat after we finish talking?"
"Of course we started chatting while eating." Dr. Weng took the lead and picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
After eating two or three mouthfuls of vegetables and rice, Weng Yang took another sip of the accompanying sea rice soup and swallowed the food in his mouth.
"This morning, I went to find out the current situation of Dr. Xiang and the patient named Jian."
Weng Yang said slowly: "Their recovery is quite good. Dr. Xiang also said that after a period of rehabilitation training, he is confident that he can regain his original surgical ability."
After a pause, he glanced at a few people and then said: "There are many similar needs for surgical recovery in society."
"We all know that when a person encounters a major accident, the first goal of hospital treatment is to save life, and other aspects are dealt with hastily because time does not allow."
"The injured who are successfully rescued will have many injuries that are not treated properly, which will have varying degrees of impact on their work and life."
Weng Yang took another sip of the soup and continued: "Facing such social needs, we can be considered a strong alliance. Why not continue to combine?"
He added: "Of course, this kind of work cannot take up too much of our time."
"For example, once or twice a month?"
Cai Yong was the first to express his opinion: "I think it's okay. Let's not talk about other things, the income is still quite considerable."
Dr. Xiang's surgery was performed by one of their own, and they were charged as employee benefits, so they earned a so-called hard-earned fee.
But for the surgery of the second man named Jian, each of them got around 100,000 yuan in surgery fees.
This single income is nothing to Yu Zhiming and Weng Yang.
But for Dr. Cai, Dr. Lin, and Dr. Hou, it is more impressive.
Even if they are both chief physicians and work in the same hospital, the difference in income is quite large.
As for Cai Yongxian, as the backbone of the trauma surgery department, although he has a heavy workload, the price is clearly marked and the income per operation at Huashan Hospital is not high.
Even with the considerable income from flying knives, his average monthly income is only three to four hundred thousand.
In addition to the income reason, Cai Yongxian, who expressed his approval, also had a little thought.
It was through this cooperative project that I became closely connected with Yu Zhiming.
Relationships between people are all based on relationships...
Dr. Lin and Dr. Hou were not stupid either. They knew that Yu Zhiming had a bright future. This was a rare channel to maintain close contact with Yu Zhiming, so they both immediately expressed their agreement.
Next, they discussed the surgical arrangements for Yu Zhen and the women's volleyball player.
Considering that their work has been relatively easy recently, they arranged Yu Zhen's surgery on May 6, 7 next week.
The women's volleyball player will be next week...
After discussing the business, several people entered the chatting mode.
"Dr. Yu, your treatment for advanced cancer?"
Yu Zhiming swallowed the food in his mouth and said: "This is an ideal fullness, but the reality still needs to be verified."
Weng Yang chuckled and said, "Dr. Yu, if you take action, there will be no time in vain."
"Even if the effect of this late-stage cancer treatment plan you presided over is different from the ideal, it won't be much worse."
Yu Zhiming chuckled and said, "I hope so."
"I would feel very sorry if the patient spent millions and only received a negative result."
Doctor Hou said: "It will definitely be very effective."
He then turned to ask: "Dr. Yu, have you completed the formation of your medical team?"
Yu Zhiming replied: "That's almost it. We have all the medical assistants, but there are still a few nurses missing. Just don't worry and find them slowly."
Dr. Hou asked again: "Who are these medical assistants? Can you disclose them conveniently?"
Yu Zhiming replied: "It's now time, and there is no need to keep it secret. They are Sui Chi from the Department of Rheumatology and Immunology, Shen Qi from the Department of Cardiovascular Medicine, and Zhou Luo from the Department of Gastroenterology."
"Ning'an Hospital will also arrange for a young gynecologist to come here for further training."
"A doctor from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine will also come from Union Hospital."
Dr. Lin couldn't help but ask: "Why is there no neurology department? Director Qi and Dr. Yu are both famous neurology doctors."
“The inheritance of neurology cannot be cut off!”
Yu Zhiming chuckled and said: "I am still in the learning and accumulation stage. In the medical field of neurology, I am not yet able to teach others with ease."
"As for doctors from other departments, I am not afraid of showing my timidity. I can exchange knowledge with them and grow together."
Dr. Cai laughed and said: "The more you are good at the field, the more cautious you will be..."
During the chat, Yu Zhiming was able to finish two take-out boxes with different dishes and returned to the central building at 12:50.
Entering the lobby on the first floor of the central building, Yu Zhiming heard someone calling him.
"Are you Dr. Yu Zhiming?"
Yu Zhiming stopped and looked along the sound.
I saw a woman in her sixties or seventies sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed over by four men and women.
"You are?"
The woman in the wheelchair who came forward said with a sad look on her face: "Doctor Yu, I am Geng Guowei's biological mother."
"I only found out about his death on the second day of the new year."
Hearing this, Yu Zhiming couldn't help but frowned.
Geng Guowei’s biological mother?
Yu Zhiming looked at the woman in front of him and the two adult men and two women beside her.
"Are you all Geng Guowei's family?"
"looking for me?"
A man in his early thirties replied: "Dr. Yu, I am Geng Guowei's half-brother."
"My mother is Geng Guowei's biological mother."
"Due to some minor conflicts, Geng Guowei stopped contacting us, but the love between mother and son, who are connected by blood, continued to be separated."
The man lamented again: "After my mother found out about his death, she kept crying and being sad. Her already weak body became bedridden."
"Doctor Yu..."
The man suddenly stopped talking.
He was surprised to see Yu Zhiming squat down, stretch out his hands and hold his mother's ankles.
"Doctor Yu, what are you doing?"
Yu Zhiming stood up and said sarcastically: "Exhausted? Still bedridden?"
"Your mother's sorrowful voice is fake, and there is no weak sound in her breathing!"
"The blood circulation in the feet is also very strong."
Yu Zhiming looked at the old man in the wheelchair and said unceremoniously: "As long as you squeeze into the bus with your body, young people may not be able to squeeze through you, so don't pretend to be weak in a wheelchair."
Seeing that they still wanted to argue, Yu Zhiming said with contempt: "Don't lie about your physical problems in front of the doctor. Your mouth can lie, but your body data cannot."
After a pause, he said with disdain, "I know what you're looking for. You just want me to say that the video will is invalid and to get Geng Guowei's inheritance back."
"If you think you deserve his inheritance, go to court and sue."
"I will not give perjury to people like you."
Yu Zhiming called the nurses and security personnel on the side and told them not to let the family enter the building...
At nearly five o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Zhiming received a call from Dr. Tang Jianxiong of the oncology department.
"Dr. Yu, we plan to perform CAR-T treatment on the patient with advanced cancer tomorrow afternoon."
"Do you want to come and witness this historic moment?"
Yu Zhiming originally thought about getting off work early tomorrow and going to Ning'an Hospital.
He pondered for a moment and said: "There is nothing interesting about this anti-cancer cell injection process, so I won't go there."
The core part of this CAR-T treatment is the laboratory culture of anti-cancer cells.
There is really no technical content in this injection process.
However, after anti-cancer cell injection, the patient's body data needs to be continuously and closely monitored.
Rescue preparations also need to be made.
"If there is an abnormal and serious side effect and the patient cannot survive it, please inform him in time..."
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