After six o'clock the next morning, as soon as Yu Zhiming walked out of the bedroom, a little guy rushed over and hugged his leg.
"Uncle, uncle, good morning!"
Qing Ning on the side chuckled and said: "This little guy woke up at half past five. After asking you what time you got up, he got up and stood at the door waiting for you."
"Ask her what it is about and she won't tell you!"
Song Qiao turned to look at Qing Ning and smiled sheepishly.
Qing Ning touched Song Qiao's head and said to Yu Zhiming: "If you have any secrets, you two can talk about it. I'll go wash up first."
After that, she walked to the bathroom.
Yu Zhiming squatted down, looked level with Song Qiao, and said, "Xiao Qiao, you have been looking for me since last night. It seems that something is not serious."
"Tell me, what's the big deal for you?"
Song Qiao smiled and asked, "Uncle, can you give me five hundred thousand?"
Five hundred thousand?
Yu Zhiming was shocked and asked: "Xiaoqiao, are you sure you want 500,000 yuan? Not 50 yuan?"
Song Qiao nodded his head and said, "It's five hundred thousand, not fifty yuan. I have two hundred yuan myself."
She further explained: "My mother gave it to me and said that if I see something I really want to buy in Binhai, I have to spend my own money and I'm not allowed to ask my grandparents and uncle for money."
Yu Zhiming chuckled and said: "During the Chinese New Year, you earned several thousand New Year's money. Why did your mother only give you two hundred?"
Song Qiao made a sad face and said, "My mother took all the New Year's money away and said she was saving it for me to pay for my college tuition."
Yu Zhiming smiled, then saw Song Qiao's face tensed up and looked very serious, and asked: "Uncle, are you very rich now?"
"A lot of money, more than half a million?"
Yu Zhiming hummed and said, "I do have a lot of money, more than half a million."
"Xiaoqiao, tell me first, why do you want five hundred thousand? This is not a small amount."
Song Qiao whispered back: "My classmate Yang Shuang, she said she is sick and won't live long."
"I said, my brother-in-law is very good and can cure diseases."
"She said that her illness would require surgery in a big hospital, which would cost a lot of money. It would cost 500,000 yuan. Her family had no money."
After hearing this, Yu Zhiming generally understood.
Xiaoqiao's classmate Yang Shuang should have been diagnosed with some kind of organ malformation, some kind of organic disease, or a tumor, which required major surgery.
This surgery is expensive and may involve significant risks.
"Xiaoqiao, you want 500,000 to perform surgery on your classmate?"
Song Qiao nodded and said: "Uncle, Yang Shuang is my friend, I don't want her to die."
"Brother-in-law, I don't have half a million now. When I grow up and make a lot of money, I will pay you back one million."
Yu Zhiming pinched Song Qiao's little nose and said, "Xiao Qiao, this is not just a matter of money, nor is it something you kids can handle."
"Xiaoqiao, I need to understand the specific situation first before I can decide whether to help your little friend Yang Shuang, and how to really help her."
Song Qiao snorted and said urgently: "Uncle, uncle, please understand it quickly."
"The head teacher knows everything about us."
Urged by Xiaoqiao's bright eyes, Yu Zhiming could only say: "Xiaoqiao, I don't know your class teacher. How about asking your mother to find out for me?"
Song Qiao thought for a while and nodded reluctantly.
Next, Yu Zhiming dialed the third sister Yu Xinyue's phone number in front of Song Qiao.
The phone rang five or six times before it was answered.
Immediately afterwards, a slightly confused voice came from the mobile phone, "Lao Wu, what happened so early?"
"Third sister, Xiaoqiao has a classmate named Yang Shuang..."
Before Yu Zhiming finished speaking, the third sister's voice rang again from the mobile phone.
"This inconvenient girl told you that? A few days ago, she cried and said that her classmate Yang Shuang was sick and dying, and asked if her family had half a million."
"How can a little girl like her handle this kind of thing?"
Yu Zhiming interrupted: "Third sister, please help me find out what's going on."
"If their family really has practical difficulties that cannot be overcome, we should help them if we can."
The next moment, Yu Xinyue's depressed voice sounded, "Okay, I'll go find out."
"This damn girl will really find things for us to do."
"Lao Wu, tell her for me that when I go to Binhai this Friday, I will give her a designated beating..."
Yu Zhiming ended the call with his third sister and looked at Song Qiao, who was laughing sideways.
"Still laughing? You've already booked a beating."
Song Qiao frowned and said, "I'm not afraid, hehe."
"My grandpa, grandma, aunt, and uncle are all here, so my mother doesn't dare to hit me..."
After releasing memory, washing up, doing morning exercises, and having breakfast, Yu Zhiming completed these tasks in order, and it was time to go to work.
At nearly 8:30 in the morning, Yu Zhiming rushed to the central building of the hospital, made some preparations, and rushed to the oncology department with Zhou Mo.
At nine o'clock this morning, it was Ke Minzhi's time for surgery.
When Yu Zhiming arrived at the oncology surgery area and walked through the family waiting area towards the isolation door, Hula was stopped by several people.
The leader is a woman who is about fifty years old, has short short hair, wears glasses, and looks very capable.
To the left of this person is Ke Xixi, and to the right is a young man of about twenty years old.
The woman was the first to speak: "Hello, Dr. Yu!"
"I am Xia Shuang, Lao Ke's wife. I am currently responsible for the management of group affairs for Lao Ke."
"I want to know exactly, Lao Ke's chances of success?"
Yu Zhiming frowned and said, "Ms. Xia, if you are referring to the success rate of today's surgery, that is a high probability."
"If it refers to the success rate of Mr. Ke's cancer cure, I cannot tell you. I can only say that it is possible."
Xia Shuang was silent for a moment and sighed: "It is indeed something that Lao Ke can do to spend exactly two or three years to gain a possibility."
"Doctor Yu, my old Ke will leave it to you."
After saying this, Xia Shuang bowed to Yu Zhiming and said goodbye, and then stepped aside with his children and others.
Yu Zhiming strode through the isolation door of the operating area.
Zhou Mo stayed outside.
She took out her phone and was about to check her circle of friends when her phone suddenly rang.
The call was from the center's landline phone.
"Zhou Mo, a group of very stylish guys have come to the center. They want to see Dr. Yu and say they have made an appointment for a physical examination."
Zhou Mo thought that two terminal cancer patients would come for physical examination today.
She replied: "I want to ask, did you pass the physical examination scheduled at Ning'an Hospital?"
"If so, ask them to wait for about an hour and a half. Dr. Yu has just entered the operating room..."
Zhou Mo's estimated time was quite accurate. At 10:20 in the morning, Yu Zhiming appeared in the family waiting area again.
Faced with the concern on the faces of Ke Min's family, Yu Zhiming said: "The operation is not over yet. I just completed my work and marked the parts that need to be removed."
"The surgeons who performed the surgery on Mr. Ke are all the best surgical oncologists in our hospital. There is a high probability that today's surgery will go well, so please don't worry too much."
Yu Zhiming said frankly: "The real challenge is in the car-t treatment..."
At 10:30 in the morning, Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo turned around a hospital building and saw a small central building about 10 to 20 meters away.
The two accidentally saw Meng Xin, a nurse at the center, arguing with a man and a woman in front of the small building.
The next moment, Yu Zhiming saw an angry scene.
Meng Xin was pushed by a tall man wearing a dark windbreaker, and took four or five steps back, then fell heavily to the ground with a buttock.
Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo ran to Meng Xin and helped her up.
During this process, Yu Zhiming took advantage of the situation to conduct a physical examination on Meng Xin and found that the tail vertebra was not injured.
But it definitely hurts.
Meng Xin's eyes were full of tears, and when she saw Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo, she couldn't help but shed tears.
"Doctor Yu, Zhou Mo, that woman smokes, I told her that smoking is not allowed in the hospital."
"She ignored me and continued to smoke."
Yu Zhiming looked at the woman Meng Xin was talking about, and saw that she was wearing heavy makeup, her hands were in her pockets, her legs were swinging, and she looked at Yu Zhiming with a nonchalant look on her face.
Meng Xin then complained, "I warned her that if she smoked again, I would call security, so she flicked the cigarette butt into the flower bed."
"She even scolded me."
"I replied, and the guy pushed me..."
Hearing this, Zhou Mo came directly to the man in the trench coat who was pushing him. With his aura at full height, he looked at the man who was nearly a head taller than her with a look of disdain.
"You bully women because of your height. You are really a man. Do you dare to push me?"
The man in the windbreaker looked at Zhou Mo in front of him, and then at Yu Zhiming who was not far away, but he took a step back, came to the woman with heavy makeup, bent down, and almost whispered.
"Miss, he is Dr. Yu Zhiming!"
These words surprised the heavily made-up woman and she stood up straight unconsciously.
She looked at Yu Zhiming, who was a few meters away, and murmured in a low voice: "It turns out to be a pretty boy. I thought he was an old man in his sixties or seventies."
"I'm going back, you stay and deal with it!"
"Miss, how to solve it?" the man in the trench coat asked worriedly.
The woman with heavy make-up had a cold look in her eyes and asked, "What? Do you still want me to humble myself and apologize to the little nurse?"
"Give me money to solve the problem and ask the old man to reimburse me."
After saying this, the woman with heavy makeup turned and walked towards the central building.
The man in the trench coat who was left behind came to Yu Zhiming, Zhou Mo and Meng Xin with a sarcastic look on his face.
Although the conversation between the two men was in whispers, Yu Zhiming heard everything clearly.
Before the man in the trench coat spoke, Yu Zhiming said slowly: "There are indeed many things that can be solved with money."
"For example, if you pushed my colleague and caused her harm, this can be solved with money."
"How much are you prepared to pay?"
The man in the trench coat was slightly startled, considered it for a moment, and then asked cautiously: "Well, how about fifty thousand?"
Yu Zhiming looked at Meng Xin.
"Meng Xin, fifty thousand, are you satisfied?"
Meng Xin was a little confused and asked: "Dr. Yu, do you think I should be satisfied or dissatisfied?"
Yu Zhiming held back his laughter and said softly: "You can earn 50,000 yuan for just one buttock, that's enough."
Meng Xin said hurriedly: "Satisfied, satisfied, fifty thousand for one butt, I am so satisfied."
Yu Zhiming smiled, walked towards the small central building, and said, "It is a son's fault if he does not teach his father. Zhou Mo, let's go meet that father."
"Let's see how much he is willing to pay for his daughter's mistake."
The man in the trench coat became a little anxious when he heard this.
"Dr. Yu, my fifty thousand refers to everything that happened just now. Let the past be forgotten."
Yu Zhiming ignored him at all and continued walking towards the small building.
The man in the trench coat was really anxious and reached out to grab Yu Zhiming's shoulder.
Zhou Mo, who was guarding Yu Zhiming, his eyes lit up, and he reached out and grabbed the arm of the man in the windbreaker like lightning.
The next moment, Zhou Mo's body circled around the man in the trench coat like an ape, and his legs were wrapped around the man's neck, and he threw him out...
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