medical treatment

Chapter 31

The noon break was short, and because Jiang Xiyan delayed a lot of time, Wang Chunyuan had to take Yu Zhiming to the hospital staff cafeteria to make do with it.

The cafeteria has a rich variety of food, and it looks nutritious and delicious, but the taste is not satisfactory when you actually eat it.

In addition to the taste, Yu Zhiming was not used to the sweeter and lighter seasoning.

Food cannot be wasted.

Yu Zhiming worked hard to eat the food on the dinner plate, and heard a lot of information from Dr. Wang Chunyuan.

For example, the lung fluke in Vice President Yuan Qi's body is not serious, but one or two months of deworming treatment is essential.

Vice President Yuan may have to rest for a while.

Another example is that Dr. Qi has a rich emotional life.

In addition to his current beautiful model, he has three ex-wives and several children.

According to rumors, there are also several confidante.

"Well, Doctor Yu, rumors have spread in the hospital that you are his illegitimate son who stayed in Lu Province."

Yu Zhiming was disgusted.

"How can there be such irresponsible rumors?"

Wang Chunyuan smiled and said: "Director Qi gave us the impression that he always does his own thing, and he receives more criticism on weekdays."

"He has protected you a lot, and even threatened to resign to make the hospital introduce you."

Wang Chunyuan looked at Yu Zhiming and sighed: "Zhiming, if it weren't for the contact and understanding with you these two days, I would have believed in this gossip."

"I now understand that Director Qi's vigorous protection of you is entirely out of a heart of cherishing and loving talents."

Wang Chunyuan sighed: "If I meet a medical genius who is as talented and gifted as you, I will do my best to earn under him like him..."

After a brief lunch, Wang Chunyuan was going to see the patients who had made an appointment before, so he left first.

And Yu Zhiming didn't expect the physical examination to be over so quickly. The appointment time with Teacher Qi last night was four o'clock in the afternoon.

Yu Zhiming, who had nothing to do for a while, began to visit the hospital.

In fact, he was just wandering around aimlessly.

Huashan Hospital has more than 3000 employees, 2000 to [-] large and small departments or medical research centers, with more than [-] beds, and there are [-] to [-] high or low buildings.

Coupled with the number of above-ground parking areas, small squares, small gardens, etc. for patients to move around and rest, the area occupied is really not small.

Yu Zhiming estimated that even if there were not five or six hundred acres, there should be three or four hundred acres.

It is more than three or four times larger than the county hospital where he works.

But what bothered Yu Zhiming the most was the level of noise, which was more than five or six times stronger than that of the county hospital.

Just the urging sound of ambulances coming and going has never stopped.

From time to time, Yu Zhiming could hear wailing or painful moans from passing buildings.

"This adaptation process is painful and long."

Yu Zhiming rubbed his left and right temples vigorously to relieve the headache and swelling.

Just as he took out the mute earplugs in his pocket and was about to put them on, the phone suddenly rang.

It is the local landline number of Binhai.

Yu Zhiming answered the phone.

"Hi, comrade, I am Jin Feng, a policeman from Xinyuan Street Police Station, Nanjiang District, Binhai!"

"Is it convenient for you to call now?"

Yu Zhiming replied softly: "It's convenient, you say it!"

"Comrade, I need to check with you first. Did you call the police at eleven o'clock last night?"

Yu Zhiming hummed, and then asked worriedly, "Is there something wrong?"

"Comrade police officer, I am purely out of worry and just in case, and I don't mean to cause trouble."

The other party smiled lightly during the call: "Comrade, you don't have to worry, we very much welcome your police and reports."

"It was because of your call to the police last night that we successfully caught a criminal."

"Comrade, it's like this..."

The other party introduced: "After an overnight interrogation, it was discovered that he used the private photos he secretly took to blackmail many people."

"Our police are further collecting his criminal facts and some information about the victim."

"Comrade, if you have been blackmailed by him..."

Yu Zhiming interrupted: "No, I have never been blackmailed by him, I am just an ordinary person who comes to Binhai to do business."

"Accidentally, I discovered his misbehavior."

"Frankly speaking, he was lying there secretly taking pictures. At first glance, I thought it was an assassination by enemy agents or killers."

"That's why I called the police in a panic. After the call, I thought you would think I was playing a prank."

The policeman smiled on the phone and said, "We will always be vigilant, and we will take every call to the police seriously."

He said in a serious tone: "Comrade, we will keep every call to the police confidential."

"We will also keep each victim confidential..."

Yu Zhiming explained again: "Comrade policeman, I'm really not a victim..."

After finishing the call with the police, Yu Zhiming realized that he had unknowingly walked into the parking area.

Glancing at the surrounding vehicles, he found that it was either BMW, Mercedes-Benz, or Audi, or Cayenne.

"Big cities are different, they are all good cars."

Yu Zhiming sighed and walked away.

He had just taken two steps when he suddenly stopped.

There was an abnormal sound of creaking discharge, breaking into Yu Zhiming's eardrums.

It was a cacophony of noise that he rather hated.

Yu Zhiming turned his head to look at the sound, and saw a Cayenne new energy car of the same model as the one that Mr. Qi drove last night.

He took out a stack of palm-sized sticky notes and a pen from the pocket of his coat.

As a young doctor who is still studying, Yu Zhiming has already formed the habit of carrying paper and pen with him.

He wrote it on a sticky note.

"I heard your car squeaking and discharging."

To be honest, Yu Zhiming's handwriting is a bit ugly, and it is only at the level of bad middle school students.

He didn't really pick up a pen to write until he was [-] or [-] years old. The heavy study left him no time to practice calligraphy.

When I want to practice calligraphy again, I have become accustomed to the natural stereotypes.

Now he only has his own signature, and he can write flamboyantly, which is impressive...

In the end, Yu Zhiming pasted the post-it note on the front windshield of the Cayenne, and pressed it down with the wipers...

At this time, his cell phone rang again.

Yu Zhiming took out his mobile phone and looked, it turned out to be a video call from his nephew Fu Xiaobo.

It made him a little weird.

This eldest nephew is only two years younger than him, and the two grew up together, and their relationship is quite good.

But now one is doing interior decoration with his father in the provincial capital, and the other is a doctor, and they don't usually get in touch.

After Yu Zhiming connected the video connection, he heard Fu Xiaobo's anxious and panicked voice coming from the phone.

"Uncle, Uncle, something happened. This guy's body is so cold that he almost has no heartbeat. Come and see what's going on?"

Through the shaking video, Yu Zhiming saw a man curled up on a piece of cardboard.

"Don't shake your phone!" Yu Zhiming shouted.

The footage on the phone quickly becomes smooth.

Yu Zhiming saw that this person's face was a little blue, his lips were purple and trembling, and his hands were trembling like chicken feet.

"What happened?"

Yu Zhiming asked a question, and then said in a deep voice: "Xiao Bo, don't worry, take a few deep breaths, and then speak slowly!"

After a while, Fu Xiaobo's much calmer voice came from the phone again.

"Uncle, he and I did heavy work in the morning and moved a lot of decoration materials to the room on the fifth floor."

"After dinner, he and I rested."

"Liu San turned on the air conditioner very low. I thought it was cold, so I went to another room to rest."

Hearing this, Yu Zhiming immediately interrupted and asked, "How much is the air conditioner turned on?"

"18 degree!"

"Xiao Bo, go and feel it. Is his underwear wet?"

Following Yu Zhiming's words, the camera screen of the mobile phone shook again.

Fu Xiaobo's voice sounded again.

"Uncle, his clothes are wet."

Yu Zhiming said loudly: "He should have suffered from hypothermia, or it can be said that he is about to freeze to death."

He also ordered: "Take off his wet clothes quickly, move him to another room, and let him warm up slowly."

"Did you call 120?"

"It's already been fought, uncle."

Yu Zhiming let out a sigh, and said, "Xiao Bo, hurry up and do as I say, and then just wait for the ambulance to arrive..."

After finishing the video call with Fu Xiaobo, Yu Zhiming felt a little strange.

Xia Tian suffers from hypothermia and freezes to death, but there is no one left.

Hypothermia refers to the loss of body heat is greater than the replenishment of body heat, resulting in a decrease in the core temperature of the body, and low temperature reactions such as shivering, confusion, and cardiopulmonary failure.

When the core temperature in the body drops to between 30 and 33 degrees, "frostbite" will occur in the internal organs, resulting in fatal consequences.

Although the Liu San that Fu Xiaobo was talking about was in summer, he was wearing sweat-soaked clothes and blowing an [-]-degree cool wind, which would cause his body to lose heat quickly in a short period of time.

It is reasonable for him to suffer from hypothermia...

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