The second terminal cancer patient who made an appointment through Ning'an Hospital arrived at the central building at nearly two o'clock in the afternoon.
She is a 45-year-old woman, a patient with ovarian cancer, who came here in a low-key manner only accompanied by her husband.
After Yu Zhiming's examination, he found that the patient's ovarian cancer had invaded and metastasized, causing harm to all surrounding organs and tissues such as the uterus, intestines, bladder, and lymph nodes.
With this surgical resection, it can be said that less than half of the patient's abdominal cavity will be empty.
This problem is not serious and will not have much impact on the patient's survival and quality of life.
Her biggest problem is that she is too weak. She is 1.66 meters tall and weighs less than 70 kilograms.
With such a small body, it is very likely that he will not be able to survive.
Yu Zhiming truthfully informed him of the risks and his worries.
The other party made it clear that although the risk was high, they could only choose to take a gamble.
It's gambling again.
Yu Zhiming was speechless.
In fact, he knew in his heart that these guys talked about gambling on luck and taking a chance, but in their hearts they were full of hope, thinking that the so-called good luck and miracles would definitely happen to them.
Yu Zhiming had some dark thoughts in his heart.
If the result of this wave of treatment is to wipe out the whole army, it should scare away other rich and powerful terminal cancer patients, right?
After sending the middle-aged couple away, Yu Zhiming received another call from Dr. Tang Jianxiong of the Oncology Department.
It is said that Ke Minzhi has woken up from postoperative anesthesia, and all vital signs are still within the acceptable range...
Yu Zhiming put down his cell phone, and Zhou Mo, who had returned to the big office from outside, approached him with a sneaky look on his face.
"Doctor Yu, there is a straight-haired beauty lingering in front of the director's office. She is tall and pretty. Her figure is obscured by her clothes. It's hard to see, but she should be very good."
"It's most likely a model."
Yu Zhiming glanced at this guy and said, "Isn't it normal for good-looking female patients or their family members to come to the teacher?"
"You look like you have something to eat? Be careful if the teacher sees it and your performance will be deducted."
Yu Zhiming said this, but walked out of the door honestly and stood in the corridor for a few seconds.
Sure enough, at the door of the director's office, there was a beauty with long straight hair, about 175 years old, and exquisite facial features.
Moreover, this beauty gave Yu Zhiming a vague sense of familiarity, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her.
I couldn't think of it, and Yu Zhiming didn't take it to heart. After all, he came into contact with a lot of people every day.
I'm sure I'll encounter many situations in the future where I look familiar but can't remember who the other person is.
At this time, Yu Zhiming received a call from He Yingjun, the dean's secretary, asking him to go to the comprehensive office building. There were several documents related to the charity fund that he needed to sign.
More than ten minutes later, Yu Zhiming took Zhou Mo to the comprehensive office building and entered the elevator.
There were a lot of people in the elevator, nine people including men and women.
When the elevator door closed and the elevator started going up, Yu Zhiming suddenly heard a very familiar sound.
This sound was so long that Yu Zhiming was so frightened that he quickly held his breath.
He glanced at Zhou Mo beside him, rolled his eyes, and decided not to remind this guy.
The next moment, there were people shouting angrily and accusing one after another.
"Damn it, who is so unethical and farts in the elevator?"
"Can't it be clamped tighter?"
"So stinky!"
"Oh, it stinks so much, it's like a biological and chemical weapon. I can't stand it anymore."
When everyone in the elevator complained and criticized, they either covered their noses or made fans with their hands and waved them in front of their noses.
The same goes for Zhou Mo.
Not only did she cover her nose, she also puffed up her cheeks and angrily looked at Yu Zhiming beside her, who didn't cover her nose and looked extremely contented.
Yu Zhiming's outstanding performance naturally attracted the attention of others in the elevator.
A woman who was nearly forty years old couldn't help but accuse: "Young man, what you do is so unethical. You are so good-looking in vain."
At this time, the elevator stopped at the fourth floor. As the elevator door opened, everyone squeezed out of the elevator without leaving behind.
Yu Zhiming, who had been holding his breath, came outside the elevator, took a quick breath, and defended himself at the same time.
"It wasn't me who farted. I just heard someone fart and I held my breath in advance."
Most of these people are hospital staff, so they naturally recognize Yu Zhiming.
After hearing his explanation, a woman with buns who looked to be about thirty years old shouted excitedly: "Dr. Yu, we all know that you have a keen hearing and can identify the position of the patient by hearing the sound."
"Since you heard the fart sound, you must know who it is from, right?"
When the woman with the bun asked this question, she noticed that Yu Zhiming's eyes were subconsciously aimed at one of them.
Next, a middle-aged fat man with a small belly became the object of thousands of eyes.
Facing the accusing gazes of everyone, the middle-aged man frowned and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"
"If it's not me, it's not me!"
He met Yu Zhiming's gaze without showing any weakness at all, and counterattacked aggressively: "Boy, do you think it's me? What solid evidence do you have?"
"I think you are just shouting to catch the thief."
Yu Zhiming rolled his eyelids and said in a deep voice: "I really have no evidence for such a big deal, and it is impossible to collect the gas for laboratory analysis."
"Yes or no, the person who farts has a clear conscience."
He added with contempt in his words: "If you can't hold it back and don't talk about big shit, and you can't bear it, it's better to just buy a piece of tofu and get killed."
"Zhou Mo, let's take the stairs. This trivial matter has already delayed too much time."
Zhou Mo pursed his lips and smiled, following Yu Zhiming towards the stairs.
The middle-aged man's face turned blue and red...
Entering the stairs, Zhou Mo chuckled and said, "Dr. Yu, didn't you expect that you also have a sharp tongue?"
Yu Zhiming said confidently: "Zhou Mo, you will gradually discover in the future that I am also quite powerful in other fields."
"It's just that I don't show off normally."
After a pause, he said seriously: "Using verbal attacks, in my opinion, is the worst way to fight back."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Back and forth, you will injure the enemy a thousand, and lose yourself eight hundred. It is better to counterattack in other ways to get rid of your hatred."
Zhou Mo nodded lightly and said, "That's what you said. If you curse someone ten times, the other party will have to return six or seven."
She waved her fist again and roared: "If I can do something in the future, I will try not to make any noise."
Yu Zhiming hurriedly persuaded: "You can't act recklessly. Even if you are reasonable and take the lead, the price of slapping someone is too high."
Zhou Mo grimaced and said, "Dr. Yu, I think it is necessary to set up an official arena so that the two parties in some trivial disputes can fight in the arena to resolve conflicts."
"The current social atmosphere allows good and honest people to hold back and endure. Once they can't help it, it will be a big mistake."
"That makes sense." Yu Zhiming replied perfunctorily.
Zhou Mo suddenly said: "Doctor Yu, that stinky fart just now really stinks."
"Um, is there any scientific explanation for whether a loud fart doesn't stink or a smelly fart doesn't make a sound?"
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Yu Zhiming thought for a while and said: "When there is an increase in odorous gases like hydrogen sulfide in the intestines, the viscosity will increase, and most of the gases will move regularly, resulting in no sound."
Zhou Mo said doubtfully: "I don't quite understand."
Yu Zhiming replied: "I also followed the script."
"I think the main problem is control. Control the intensity and release it slowly. There will definitely be no sound."
"Okay, let's not talk about this sleazy topic."
As he spoke, Yu Zhiming walked out of the stairwell and met He Yingjun who was waiting in an office on this floor.
Together with Zhou Mo, he looked through several documents prepared by He Yingjun.
"Dr. Yu, this fund was set up by an academician of our hospital twenty-five years ago."
"It's just that after his death, the fund gradually fell silent."
"Currently, in each of the fund's three bank accounts, there are thousands of dollars that are holding the account back from being closed."
He Yingjun then explained: "Dr. Yu, after you sign these documents, you still need to go to the relevant departments for approval and changes. Only after they are approved, can the fund be renamed Zhiming Fund."
Yu Zhiming pondered and said: "Zhiming Fund? Is it appropriate to name it after me?"
He Yingjun smiled and said: "Dr. Yu, this name couldn't be more appropriate. This fund will be entirely supported by your reputation in the future. The more clear it is, the better."
Zhou Mo also said: "This name is very suitable..."
Yu Zhiming read the relevant documents carefully, and after finding no problems, he signed his name.
As for submission for review and information changes, the hospital administrative department will be responsible for it, so Yu Zhiming does not need to worry about it.
He Yingjun said that the approval and change work of this fund can be completed in as little as one week or as long as two weeks.
Regarding the fund, Yu Zhiming and He Yingjun discussed for more than ten minutes, left the office at 3:10 in the afternoon, and went to the elevator door with Zhou Mo to wait for the elevator.
The moment the elevator door opened, Yu Zhiming was startled.
I don't know whether it was due to the narrow road between enemies or just bad luck, but Yu Zhiming discovered that the middle-aged man was also in the elevator.
In addition to this person, Vice President Tan is also there.
Vice President Tan in the elevator saw Yu Zhiming and said with a smile: "Dr. Yu, what a coincidence. We went down together and happened to have a little business with you."
Yu Zhiming said: "Dean Tan, please come out and speak out. I'm afraid I'll be attacked by poison bombs again."
Vice President Tan was a little confused, but he still got out of the elevator.
To Yu Zhiming's surprise, the middle-aged man with a complicated expression followed Vice President Tan out of the elevator.
Seeing this scene, Yu Zhiming asked bluntly: "Do you know Dean Tan?"
Vice President Tan introduced: "This is my wife's cousin. He has some gastrointestinal discomfort and has not been able to find out the exact problem. He came to our hospital specifically for further examination."
"Doctor Yu, this is the little thing I just mentioned. Could you please go out of your way to check him out?"
Yu Zhiming smiled happily and said, "It's not that I don't give you face when talking about Dean."
"It's just that he just offended me because of something big. I'm not big-minded. It's impossible to check..."
