The next day, Saturday, Yu Zhiming and Qing Ning rushed to Ning'an Hospital smoothly. It was nearly 8:20 in the morning.
Yu Zhiming first performed a heart and physical examination on Mr. Gu, and then went to the most luxurious lakeside inpatient building of Ning'an Hospital.
Today is the day Meng Fan, a former terminal cancer patient, and film and television star Zhong Chunxiao were discharged from the hospital.
Yu Zhiming wanted to conduct a pre-discharge examination on these two people.
Meng Fan is the first terminal cancer patient treated by Yu Zhiming. Nearly two and a half months have passed since his cancerous tissue removal surgery.
But today, he is still in frail health, still needs to travel in a wheelchair, and cannot take care of himself.
After a careful inspection, Yu Zhiming withdrew his hand from Meng Fan, faced his excited and nervous eyes, and said: "No cancerous tissue was found, and you can be discharged."
After a pause, he warned again: "Mr. Meng, your vitality has been severely damaged, and recovery will be a long process of one or two years."
"Coupled with the fact that nearly half of your lungs, liver, and stomach were removed, your physical condition will never be restored to its previous state. Your frailty and reduced resistance will be with you forever."
"If you get minor illnesses such as colds and fevers in the future, don't take it lightly."
Meng Fan had a smile on his face and said: "I am mentally prepared for this situation and will take good care of myself."
He said with an optimistic face: "It's better to die than to live. It's equivalent to saving my life. I can't ask for more."
"Dr. Yu, thank you for your grace of survival."
Yu Zhiming chuckled and said: "It's still too early to say how much I owe you for living. After ten or eight years, it won't be too late for you to thank me again."
Meng Fan laughed and said: "Well, Doctor Yu, we have made an appointment. After eight years, I will definitely prepare a generous gift to thank you."
Yu Zhiming nodded and said: "Then I'll wait..."
Two or three minutes later, Yu Zhiming came to the ward of Zhong Chunxiao, who was just over three weeks post-operative.
Zhong Chunxiao's condition was very mild, and the surgery only involved removal of the uterus and dissection of nearby lymph nodes.
When Yu Zhiming came to the ward, he saw her doing simple physical recovery training.
As soon as Yu Zhiming finished examining her, he was asked eagerly: "Doctor Yu, my cervical cancer has been completely cured, and it will never recur in the future, right?"
He said seriously: "Ms. Zhong, no doctor can guarantee that your cancer will not come back again."
"I can only say that the possibility of recurrence is relatively small."
Yu Zhiming also warned: "You also need to develop good working and living habits, eat regularly and healthily, stay up late less often, avoid smoking and drink less."
"The most important thing is to be self-disciplined in sex."
Zhong Chunxiao's face turned slightly red and he said, "Doctor Yu, I'm like dead for once, and I won't do anything random again."
Yu Zhiming said lukewarmly: "You have to remember that your body is your own, and the bubbles under your feet are all your own. Very few people have the chance to do it again."
He then warned: "Remember, come to me for a review in three months. During this period, if you feel any obvious discomfort, you should also come to me."
Zhong Chunxiao hummed vigorously, then turned to say: "Doctor Yu, Jun Xiangdong's mother..."
Yu Zhiming interrupted and asked: "He is looking for you?"
Zhong Chunxiao nodded and said: "He and I are both in the artist circle. Knowing that I am receiving your treatment here, he contacted me on behalf of others and asked me to help you."
Yu Zhiming said frankly: "Celebrities have some troubles. This or that won't work, and it will affect my normal work."
"With his ability, it would be easy for him to hire a famous doctor or send him to a famous foreign cancer treatment institution. There is no need to hang him on my tree."
Zhong Chunxiao snorted and said softly: "I will convey your opinion to Dr. Yu..."
Yu Zhiming left Zhong Chunxiao's ward and then conducted physical examinations on nine terminal cancer patients in Kangyang Hospital.
When the fifth person was examined, his expression suddenly became solemn, which made the people in the examination room suddenly feel uneasy.
A fifty-six-year-old lymphoma patient named Lu asked directly: "Dr. Yu, the solemn look on your face is scary. Is my time almost up?"
Yu Zhiming withdrew his hands for examination, considered for a moment, and decided to tell the truth: "Mr. Lu, to put it simply, the cancer in your body is in violent mode."
"I detected a total of seven new metastatic cancer lesions that had taken root."
"In your case, the current suppressive and anti-cancer treatments have no effect, and we need to switch to caring treatments aimed at making you comfortable."
"Do I need hospice treatment?!"
The patient surnamed Lu's face darkened. After being quiet for a moment, he took a long breath and said slowly: "Before coming here, the oncologist who treated me said that I still have three months at most."
"Now, half a year has passed, and I have spent another Spring Festival with my family."
The more he talked, the more relaxed the patient surnamed Lu's expression became.
"Although, there are still many things waiting for me to do, and God doesn't want me to be too tired."
After a pause, he looked up and asked, "Doctor Yu, how much time do I have left?"
Yu Zhiming pondered and said: "If you pursue the greatest possible quality of life, it will not last more than a month."
"If you want to survive at all costs, just two months."
The patient surnamed Lu pondered for a moment and sighed softly: "It's one day earlier and one day later. It's just that I have to endure the pain and wait for death. It's meaningless. It's better to live a more comfortable life."
"However, I want to go home, see my relatives and old friends again, and deal with some funeral matters."
He said slowly: "I want to die in my hometown that has left me so many unforgettable memories..."
At nearly twelve o'clock in the morning, after finishing the morning's work, Yu Zhiming followed Qing Ning to Gu Qingran's office for lunch.
There was only one dish placed on the coffee table in the reception area, but the portion was very large.
There is a large pot full of chicken, ribs, mushrooms, beans, bamboo shoots, vermicelli, tofu, potatoes and other vegetables.
Qing Ning smiled and said: "This iron pot stew is just a mess. It looks a bit like the folding basket you like to eat."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Yu Zhiming smiled and said: "Today you eat random stew with me, and tomorrow I will accompany you to eat exquisite southern cuisine."
Qing Ning's eyebrows curled up in happiness, and she said: "Actually, although this iron pot stew doesn't look good, it still tastes good. I don't think I'm wronging myself to accommodate you."
Yu Zhiming said: "I will eat exquisite southern cuisine with you. I am not forcing myself to accommodate you."
“Southern cuisine, apart from smaller portions and lighter taste, is also quite delicious!”
Qing Ning giggled and said, "Shall we go eat Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine tomorrow?"
Yu Zhiming glanced at this guy and said, "Qing Ning, don't go too far!"
The specialty of Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine is fresh and sweet. Except for desserts, Yu Zhiming simply cannot bear to make the dishes sweet.
Qing Ning chuckled and said, "I'm teasing you on purpose. It's not like you don't know that I don't like sweet vegetables either."
After a pause, she turned to say: "Zhi Ming, there is something I need to tell you."
"For the physical examination in the afternoon, the total number of people is still thirty, but several of them are from the capital, not from our Gu family, but a second generation with a background and connections and his family."
Qing Ning sighed softly: "My brother said that it is difficult for this kind of people to achieve success, but their bad deeds are better than the others."
"My brother didn't want to fall out with this person and cause unnecessary trouble, so he made an arrangement like this."
"Zhi Ming, do you think this is happening?"
Yu Zhiming said nonchalantly: "It's okay. In a human-relationship society like ours, there are always requests that we can't avoid."
"I can understand."
He thought of something else and asked: "Qing Ning, similar things like this won't happen one after another in the future, right?"
Qing Ning shook her head and replied: "No. My brother said that this kind of thing only happens once and there will be no next time..."
After lunch, Yu Zhiming did not take any rest, and went back to the work of adjusting the fetal position for dystocia.
Next, there is the physical examination.
The first person who came into the examination room was a man who looked to be in his thirties or fourteen years old, with short hair that covered his ears, giving him a gangster vibe.
As soon as he entered the examination room, the man extended his hand with enthusiasm and said: "Doctor Yu, I am Tu Zheng from the capital..."
Yu Zhiming did not shake hands, but just gestured to him with his hands that were already wearing medical gloves, and pointed at the examination bed.
"Mr. Tu, please lie down on the examination bed."
Tu Zheng did not do as he was told, and said: "Dr. Yu, I have heard a lot of rumors about your medical skills, especially about cancer. They are said to be miraculous..."
Yu Zhiming interrupted: "Mr. Tu, there are many people lining up outside waiting for inspection. I don't have time to chat."
Tu Zheng showed displeasure on his face, but he still endured it and lay down on the examination bed.
Yu Zhiming gave him a physical examination from head to toe and warned him of three risks that he needed to be wary of.
The first is the risk of pancreatic lesions, the second is the risk of liver cirrhosis, and the third is the prevention of kidney disease.
"Doctor Yu, how to prevent this risk?" Tu Zheng asked with a worried look!
Yu Zhiming simply replied: "Don't stay up late, avoid smoking and drinking, live a regular life, have appropriate sex, exercise appropriately, and eat healthily."
Tu Zheng frowned and asked: "Dr. Yu, what you said are all commonplaces. Don't you have some health tips or special medicines to nourish the body?"
Yu Zhiming said softly: "Everyone can do what is a cliché. More than 90% of doctors will be unemployed."
"The simplest is the most effective."
"The so-called health secrets and special health medicines are either lies or deception."
These words made Tu Zheng very disappointed with Yu Zhiming, thinking that the rumors he had heard before were seriously exaggerated.
He finally said: "Dr. Yu, I have a friend who is planning to invest in a film and television production and is planning to invite that Jun Xiangdong."
"However, Jun Xiangdong's mother said she has cancer."
"Dr. Yu, just help me take a look. I owe you a favor."
Yu Zhiming was a little annoyed.
He didn't answer the question, and the person opposite shouted: "Next one."
Tu Zheng's expression immediately turned ugly and he asked directly: "Doctor Yu, don't you care about my favor?"
"It's too heavy and I can't bear it."
Yu Zhiming mocked and said: "Please leave and don't affect my inspection of the next person."
Tu Zheng met Yu Zhiming's gaze for a moment, and finally turned and left the examination room...
