Chu Yunfan, who came from the Chu family in the capital, spoke out and set his sights on Yu Zhiming again.
"Dr. Yu, we have a patient with skull base tumor in Jingcheng Hospital. I hope Dr. Yu can take the time to help."
Before Yu Zhiming could speak, Qin Qiushi said sarcastically: "Hasn't your Jingcheng Hospital always claimed to be the ceiling of domestic medical institutions?"
"You also brazenly said that for diseases that cannot be cured by you, you can only go abroad."
"Why did you come here to seek help from Dr. Yu?"
Yu Zhiming finally heard that the Qin family and the Chu family should be a little difficult to deal with.
However, after thinking about it, he could also understand that not only were enemies in the same group, but there was no room for two tigers in the same mountain.
Chu Yunfan laughed and said: "The so-called ceiling is the trust and praise of our sincere hospital from the majority of patients. We have never boasted so much ourselves."
These words made Qin Qiushi give him a look of contempt.
Chu Yunfan then chuckled and said: "But, our Jingcheng Hospital will not belittle ourselves."
“We don’t dare to talk nonsense in other medical fields. As far as pulse diagnosis of traditional Chinese medicine is concerned, our Jingcheng Hospital ranks second. I wonder who will jump out and rank first?”
Qin Qiushi's face turned dark and he snorted heavily.
Seeing that Qin Qiushi no longer replied, Chu Yunfan looked at Yu Zhiming again and said: "Dr. Yu, you have cooperated with Dr. You from your hospital for skull base tumor surgeries three times, and have achieved very good surgical results. You have become famous in the medical circle.
Spread the word.”
"Our hospital happened to have admitted a patient with a skull base tumor who had a very similar tumor condition. I would like to ask..."
Yu Zhiming replied neatly: "Okay."
The main purpose of building a soundproof operating room on the third underground floor is to provide similar surgical services.
Yu Zhiming has never actually used the operating room once. The first operation was a skull base tumor, which was pretty good.
"Doctor Chu, just transfer the patient over."
These words directly made the smile on Chu Yunfan's face freeze.
He quickly explained: "Dr. Yu, what I mean is, please rush to Jingcheng Hospital and assist our neurosurgeons in performing this skull base tumor surgery..."
He suddenly realized something and said: "Blame me, blame me for not making an important condition clear."
"I know, Dr. Yu, you have special requirements for sound insulation in the operating room and office."
"What a coincidence."
Chu Yunfan smiled and said: "More than ten meters underground in our Jingcheng Hospital, there is an air defense project built decades ago."
"We have already obtained the right to use it, and we usually use it as a warehouse."
"Before we came, the hospital's logistics department was renovating it and turning it into a soundproof operating room. It doesn't take much effort."
After a pause, Chu Yunfan continued to speak with eloquence: "Dr. Chu of our hospital has a neurosurgery level that Dr. You of your hospital admits to be inferior to."
"As well as the operating room conditions and postoperative care level of our hospital, I can confidently say that they are definitely among the top in the country."
“This is one of the main reasons why patients trust us and choose our sincere services.”
Yu Zhiming was unmoved and said: "Why bother? I already have the conditions here and the patient can do the surgery as soon as he comes."
"Also, this puncture operation only takes me less than half an hour."
"Just for this half hour, I need to go back and forth to the capital, and basically a whole day is gone."
Chu Yunfan smiled and explained: "Dr. Yu, the service tenet of our Jingcheng Hospital is to put the patient at the center."
"In order to save patients from taking one step, they can run 10,000 more steps throughout the hospital."
"Of course, Dr. Yu, whatever you put in, you will get the generous rewards you deserve."
Yu Zhiming smiled softly and said: "To me, no reward is as precious as time."
He didn't want to continue grinding his teeth, so he looked at Qi Yue, who was quietly watching the show, and said, "Teacher, many people are waiting outside for ward rounds."
Qi Yue stood up with a chuckle and said, "We have urgent work, let's go check the wards right now."
He said politely to Chu Yunfan: "If you have no other arrangements, you can rest here for more time."
"No need to be restrained, just treat yourself as being at Jingcheng Hospital..."
When Yu Zhiming left the office with Teacher Qi Yue, he suddenly felt a burning gaze on his back.
He turned his head and glanced.
The gaze came from the young woman behind Chu Yunfan.
She looks to be in her early twenties, about 1.7 meters tall, and has a short ponytail.
As for appearance, Yu Zhiming thinks it is very appropriate to describe her appearance as a flower and a moon, and it is in line with the aesthetics of Chinese people, especially the older generation.
The woman with short ponytail met Yu Zhiming's gaze and returned a shallow smile.
Yu Zhiming didn't respond. He turned around and left the office with Teacher Qi. He joined the large army in the corridor and went to the ward downstairs for rounds...
Nearly two hours later, the ward rounds ended.
Yu Zhiming led Doctor Qin, Zhou Luo, Sui Chi and Duan Yi back to the third underground floor.
Qin Qiushi followed Yu Zhiming into the soundproof office.
"Doctor Yu, do you know why the Chu family insists on inviting you to the capital instead of transferring the patient here?"
"Why?" Yu Zhiming asked in agreement.
Qin Qiushi chuckled and said: "As far as I know, patients who enter Jingcheng Hospital have to leave because they have no money to continue treatment, and the hospital helps contact foreign medical institutions to send patients abroad. In the past ten years or so,
, there was no case of transferring the patient to another hospital.”
"Once this happens, it means that Jingcheng Hospital is no longer like a ceiling."
Yu Zhiming couldn't help but ask: "The patients' conditions are complex and diverse. I don't believe it. In the past ten years or so, Jingcheng Hospital has never asked others for help?"
Qin Qiushi replied: "Of course there is, and the solution is to invite relevant medical experts to the hospital to treat the patient."
"What's even worse is that they directly take people to Jingcheng Hospital."
"Anyway, there is a principle that we adhere to, which is that patients cannot be transferred to other hospitals."
Qin Qiushi sighed again: "I must admit that Jingcheng Hospital is very wealthy and quite generous in hiring and poaching people. Basically, it has never failed."
He said expectantly: "Perhaps, they want to taste the taste of failure with you, Dr. Yu."
Yu Zhiming chuckled and asked: "Dr. Qin, you seem to have a lot of opinions about Jingcheng Hospital?"
Qin Qiushi nodded and said, "I don't have an opinion against Jingcheng Hospital, I have an opinion against the Chu family."
"In order to promote Jingcheng Hospital, they do not hesitate to crush others. For example, Gao Fu and Chai Jun who came in the morning, if they walked around outside and then returned to Jingcheng Hospital for treatment, they would have been seen by Gao Fu and Chai Jun during this period.
Doctors who are ill will be ridiculed and ridiculed to varying degrees by them."
Qin Qiushi breathed out lightly and said angrily: "This approach of Jingcheng Hospital has made many people hold their breath in their hearts. But that one from the Chu family is really unique in pulse diagnosis."
"Even my father is a little inferior."
"This has caused them to be a little arrogant all the time. We are not as skilled as others, so we can only be angry and save it."
Yu Zhiming snorted and said thoughtfully: "This is why they dare to ask for millions or tens of millions."
"Patients wander around outside, but eventually have to go back to Jingcheng Hospital, recognize their conditions, and spend huge sums of money for treatment."
Qin Qiushi hummed and said, "Many rich people are also dissatisfied with their high fees. It's just that their hospital is the best, so they can only hold their noses and admit it."
He smiled happily and said: "Dr. Yu, your appearance has made Jingcheng Hospital no longer dare to be shameless and claim the first place."
"If more and more patients know that Jingcheng Hospital is no longer the best, the number of patients going to them for treatment will definitely drop significantly."
After a pause, Qin Qiushi said solemnly: "I'm sure that next, they will offer generous terms to seek cooperation with Dr. Yu."
"Or I can dig you up directly."
Qin Qiushi advised: "Dr. Yu, you must hold on and don't be tempted by sugar-coated bullets."
Yu Zhiming couldn't help but said happily: "Doctor Qin, don't worry, I basically have everything I want now."
"I can't think of any other conditions that can make big changes in my work and life..."
After Dr. Qin left, Yu Zhiming opened his work computer and processed work emails.
After a while, I flipped through an email sent by Zhou Luo, with five audio files attached.
He randomly clicked on an audio file and found that it was a "dong-dong" heartbeat sound.
This made Yu Zhiming very satisfied.
The work efficiency is quite high. I gave the instructions before leaving get off work yesterday and the results came out in the evening.
After listening to it for a few times, he realized that the owner of the heartbeat sound was due to mitral valve insufficiency and blood regurgitation.
Yu Zhiming casually clicked on another audio file.
"Dong...dong..."
The sound of this heartbeat was loud and confusing, and it immediately attracted all of Yu Zhiming's attention.
A heart the size of a strong man's fist seemed to appear in front of his eyes. The atria and ventricles were constantly contracting and expanding, pumping blood continuously.
However, the left and right ventricles of the heart were slightly enlarged.
Is this dilated cardiomyopathy?!
This is a type of cardiomyopathy characterized by left ventricular or biventricular enlargement and systolic dysfunction.
This kind of heart disease is quite troublesome.
For the small number of secondary dilated cardiomyopathy for which the cause can be found, if the cause can be treated, it may be cured.
However, most dilated cardiomyopathy still lacks effective treatment methods and is difficult to cure.
Previous research data shows that after the disease is diagnosed, the 5-year survival rate is about 50%, and the 10-year survival rate is about 25%.
Yu Zhiming called Zhou Luo over, pointed to the file named MXQ audio file, and asked: "What kind of heart disease has this person been diagnosed with?"
Zhou Luo looked at the file name carefully, recalled for a moment, and said, "It's hypertension and heart disease."
Yu Zhiming said in a deep voice: "I suspect it is dilated cardiomyopathy. Let the patient come to the hospital for another confirmatory examination..."
