After 6:20 in the evening, Yu Zhiming, who had replenished some energy with snacks, took Zhou Mo to the surgery floor of the oncology department.
In the family waiting area, Yu Zhiming saw his father-in-law Gu Changxuan and the patient's family together.
"Dad, you are here too."
Gu Changxuan nodded and said: "As an old classmate, and it is such a critical operation, I am here to encourage you."
Yu Zhiming secretly paid attention and found that his father-in-law had not made eye contact with the patient's son in these few dozen seconds.
Maybe, he was just overthinking it?
At this moment, Zhou Mo suddenly said with surprise: "Hey, Uncle Gu, at first glance, you and this patient's family really look alike."
this……
He was really afraid of what would happen, and Yu Zhiming wanted to sew this guy's mouth shut with sutures.
Why did you show up?
Gu Changxuan looked at the patient's son beside him, then touched his face and looked at Yu Zhiming.
"Zhi Ming, do we really look similar?"
Yu Zhiming hurriedly shook his head and said: "It's not the same. It's not the same at all. I don't see any similarities between you."
"Dad, it's time for me to go in for surgery."
Saying this, Yu Zhiming didn't wait for his father-in-law's response, and quickly walked to the operating area where the family members stopped...
More than an hour later, Yu Zhiming walked out of the operating area and found that his father-in-law had not left yet.
He introduced: "Dad, the work I am responsible for is over, and the next operation is the real beginning."
"It will probably take more than three hours."
"They are all performed by experienced chief surgeons. There is little chance of accidents during the surgery."
Gu Changxuan nodded and said, "I can certainly trust the strength of Huashan Hospital."
After a pause, he turned to say: "Zhi Ming, the little boy who went abroad for eye treatment, the treatment went well, he passed the adaptation period and the observation period, and he returned to China in the past two days."
Yu Zhiming chuckled and said: "What a good news."
Gu Changxuan hummed, and then said: "I heard from your assistant that you have another cranial surgery next."
"Go and do your work. Finish your work and go back early..."
After walking out of the oncology department building, Yu Zhiming was about to criticize Zhou Mo for talking too much when he saw her hand over her mobile phone.
"Half an hour ago, Dr. Lou Xinghua from Binda Affiliated Hospital came to see you and said he wanted to discuss the surgical plan."
"Doctor Yu, do you want to call back now?"
"still?"
Yu Zhiming took the phone, found Dr. Lou’s call history, and called back...
"Dr. Yu, I have already formulated the surgical plan. As I said at the beginning, this surgery is very challenging. It can only be said that it is half hard work and half luck."
"About the child's surgery, Dr. Yu, do you have anything else to explain?"
Yu Zhiming pondered for a moment and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Lou. Let the parents know the exact risks of surgery, and let them make the final decision whether to do the surgery or not."
Dr. Lou responded during the call.
Yu Zhiming suddenly remembered the little boy last time and asked: "Dr. Lou, that little boy with a heart malformation before?"
Dr. Lou sighed softly and said: "The boy was completely given up by his parents. Then he was taken by the parents to spend a few days of happy time eating, drinking and having fun at the seaside."
"Just a few days ago, the child suffered from acute heart failure and died."
Dr. Lou lamented again: "The parents donated their children's organs and helped seven people in total."
"It's not like I came to this world in vain. I left my mark in another way..."
After the call with Dr. Lou ended, Zhou Mo's voice sounded in Yu Zhiming's ears again.
"Dr. Yu, Xie Wanwan's assistant has contacted me again, hoping that we can jointly issue a statement."
"It was pointed out that there was indeed communication about the physical examination, but it was temporarily shelved because of conflicts in the schedules of both parties."
Yu Zhiming gave a slight sigh and said: "I'm really right, celebrities have a lot to do. Let them make their own statement. I have no interest in cooperating with them in acting."
He asked again: "What leaked the news?"
Zhou Mo said hey: "The assistant told me that it is very likely that someone in their team was not strict with his mouth. He talked a few words outside and was accidentally overheard."
As they spoke, the two of them had arrived at the old specimen building.
Arriving through the stairs to the brightly lit third underground floor, Yu Zhiming opened the stair door. What hit his face was no longer the hot air, but the warm spring breeze, which made him feel more comfortable.
Walking in the corridor, Yu Zhiming discovered a large high-definition screen embedded in the wall, showing dynamic grassland scenes.
In the picture, the white clouds in the sky are moving slowly.
In the distance of the picture, there is a shepherd on horseback, slowly driving the sheep.
Yu Zhiming could still hear the sound of the wind and the intermittent shouting of herdsmen coming from the distance.
It was as if Yu Zhiming was standing in a high-rise building, admiring the lush grassland scenery through the window.
Moreover, several high-definition screens on the left and right walls display grassland scenery, and the details can echo each other.
It was as if they were really walking on a high-rise building among a grassland.
Zhou Mo was slightly surprised and said: "This decoration is really full of details. It uses technology to trick our brains and eliminate the depression we feel when working in the basement."
"Tsk tsk, the logistics department deserves praise, big praise."
Yu Zhiming was also very satisfied.
After all, working in a basement without seeing the sun and moon for a long time will inevitably have some negative effects on the body and mind.
At this time, Yu Zhiming heard the noise and saw several people walking out of the nurse's station.
There was Tian Wen, a middle school teacher, and two elderly people, including a short-haired man in his thirties.
There is also a boy of eleven or twelve years old.
Yu Zhiming knew that they were the patient's family members.
Tian Wen greeted him first: "Doctor Yu, my husband has been pushed into the operating room and is waiting for you to come."
Yu Zhiming nodded and asked, "Has Dr. Zhao told you about the treatment process?"
Tian Wen replied softly: "I told you, puncture, intravenous injection of clot ablation drugs, and then you need to observe for an hour to see if there are any adverse reactions such as bleeding."
"Then, transfer to the neurosurgery ward and closely monitor the clot ablation within two days."
Yu Zhiming nodded and said: "Dr. Zhao's introduction is quite detailed, so I won't go into details."
"Do you have any more questions?"
An old man in his sixties or seventies said: "Doctor Yu, I am the patient's father."
"Dr. Zhao just mentioned a lot of accident risks in his introduction, including cerebral hemorrhage, epilepsy, brain damage, and even vegetative state, brain death, etc."
"Are there really so many risks?"
Yu Zhiming explained: "The brain is the most complex organ in our human body, and medicine has not yet fully explored it."
"Puncture treatment will inevitably cause brain damage."
"As for the extent of the damage, any accidents and sequelae, no one can accurately predict it before treatment."
"The reason why Dr. Zhao listed the various possibilities during and after the operation is to comply with medical regulations..."
At this moment, a short-haired man in his thirties suddenly interrupted: "It's also to avoid medical responsibility."
"If something unexpected happens to my brother during treatment, you can escape the responsibility by informing him in advance."
Yu Zhiming suppressed his displeasure and continued to explain: "Let me tell you in advance that signing the surgery notification letter is not a immunity card for our doctors."
"If something unexpected happens during treatment, you can apply for a medical malpractice appraisal. If it is determined that it is our responsibility, we will bear it."
The short-haired man said angrily: "Those people who do medical evaluation are the same as your doctors in the same pair of pants. They only look after your doctors."
Yu Zhiming frowned.
This guy spoke so hastily. Could it be that he had experienced a medical accident before and was injured?
Yu Zhiming turned his attention to Tian Wen.
"I know you have signed the surgical documents, but you still have the right to stop the treatment before the treatment officially starts."
"Teacher Tian, is there anything else you want to say?"
When Yu Zhiming asked this question, he saw the patient's wife Tian Wen turn her eyes to the old man who just asked.
The patient's father.
Yu Zhiming sighed secretly.
That's it again.
When it comes to major medical treatment involving their husbands, many wives always tend to leave the decision-making power to their husbands' parents, brothers, or adult children, rather than making decisions themselves.
When the patient's father saw his daughter-in-law looking over, he took over the initiative without hesitation and asked again.
"Doctor, can you tell us a little bit about whether my son will be cured after this treatment?"
"Also, how likely is it that an accident may occur during treatment?"
this……
With such a question, and the patient's brother next to him who obviously had objections to the doctor, and the withdrawal of the patient's wife, Yu Zhiming naturally would not give an affirmative answer without hesitation.
He said with a smile: "It is impossible to be completely cured. There is a high probability that symptoms will improve to a certain extent."
"As for the extent of improvement, I can't say for sure. There is still a certain possibility that the situation will get worse."
"As for the possibility of accidents during treatment, I can only say that it is unlikely and difficult to quantify."
When the patient's brother heard this, he became angry.
"You talk so much about possibilities, probably, you can't tell. You don't have much confidence in yourself. How can we believe that you have the ability to cure my brother?"
Zhou Mo couldn't stand listening any longer and was about to retort, but was stopped by Yu Zhiming's look.
Yu Zhiming said slowly: "No one can give a definite and conclusive answer to the treatment of brain injuries."
"Now, I need an accurate answer from you."
"Treat? Or not?"
The patient's younger brother shouted: "Dr. Tan has said before that if my brother is in a situation like this, he should take good care of himself."
"Surgery will only make things worse."
Tian Wen opened her mouth when she heard this, but finally closed it again without making a sound.
The patient's father thought for a moment and sighed.
"Since my son can gradually get better through slow recovery, there is no need to undergo dangerous treatment."
"Doctor, we can't treat you anymore."
Although this decision made many of Yu Zhiming's preparations useless, it cannot be said to be wrong.
Based on the patient's condition, recovery through long-term care is indeed more reliable.
It’s just hard to say how long it will take to recuperate.
several years?
Over ten years?
Or a lifetime?
Yu Zhiming also agreed to undergo puncture treatment after Tian Wen's plea, saying that he was overwhelmed with care.
But now...
Yu Zhiming glanced at Tian Wen, who was bowing her head and saying nothing, and walked towards the operating room...
