medical treatment

Chapter 594 Sorry, I Can't Do Anything
The donors have all left, and the following is the time for the Huashan Hospital's own people to celebrate and be happy.

However, Yu Zhiming will be busy tomorrow, so he left the reception with Zhou Mo after eating and drinking.

The two took a taxi to the hospital first.

Zhou Mo continued to take a taxi back to Junshan Mansion, while Yu Zhiming drove back to Zijinyuan Community in a bed car.

At nearly eleven o'clock in the evening, Yu Zhiming returned to the rented apartment and found that Fourth Sister and Qing Ning hadn't come back yet.

After washing up, he was about to go back to his bedroom to rest when he heard the doorbell ring.

Visitors at this time are mostly emergencies.

Yu Zhiming, who had a similar experience in his hometown, immediately opened the door.

To his surprise, there was an acquaintance outside the door.

It was the frozen beauty who had dealt with her a few times before and wanted grace but not warmth.

At this time, she was dressed normally, a simple dark-colored home clothes.

Yu Zhiming also noticed that her eyes were not only full of tears, but also a little red and swollen.

"What's your business?"

The frozen beauty looked at Yu Zhiming with teary eyes, and said with a choked voice, "My boyfriend Geng Guowei, he's gone."

"He said, let me come to you."

"He also said, you have something to give me."

Yu Zhiming was a little surprised, and asked, "Are you the Jiang Quan that liver cancer patient Geng Guowei said?"

The frozen beauty nodded.

"ID card?"

The frozen beauty took out the wallet from her pocket, and then took out the ID card from it and handed it to Yu Zhiming.

After Yu Zhiming checked the ID card and confirmed that the photo on the ID card was the same person as the person in front of him, he let the frozen beauty into the living room.

"Geng Guowei, did he really leave?"

Jiang Quan nodded again, choked with sobs and said, "I've been walking for more than an hour, and I've already dressed him."

Yu Zhiming sighed softly, picked up Qing Ning's tablet, entered her email system, and called out Geng Guowei's video will.

"Last Saturday night, Geng Guowei came to me and asked me to do a video testimonial for him."

Yu Zhiming handed the tablet to Jiang Quan.

"Didn't he tell you about the will?"

Jiang Quan shook his head and said, "He just told me that after he left, let me come and find you."

After saying this, she clicked on the will video.

"I'm Geng Guowei, ID number..."

After nearly 4 minutes of the will video was played, Jiang Quan sat on the sofa as motionless as a sculpture.

Only the tears in the eyes rolled down like pearls with broken strings.

Yu Zhiming took out a few facial tissues and handed them over.

"I am sorry for your loss!"

"Well, Mr. Geng's funeral?"

Jiang Quan seemed to be shocked by Yu Zhiming's voice, his body moved suddenly, took the tissue, and wiped away his tears.

"I met him in a bar."

Jiang Quan said slowly: "I work in the bar atmosphere team, and he often invites me to drink, so I get to know him after coming and going."

"He is knowledgeable and well-spoken. He is a company executive. I fell in love with him, but I also knew that I was not good enough for him, so I treated him as a passing passerby in my life."

Yu Zhiming sat down on the sofa beside him and listened to Jiang Quan's story.

"After disappearing for nearly half a year, he appeared in front of me again after being much thinner."

"He told me that he had advanced liver cancer, and in the past few months he sold everything he could for treatment."

"Now, after paying the rent of a small house, he doesn't even have money for food."

"He asked me if I would like to raise him?"

"I said yes!"

"That's it, I moved here to take care of him and raise him."

Jiang Quan covered his face with his hands, and said whiningly: "I don't understand, he obviously still has a lot of property, why didn't he take it out to treat himself?"

Yu Zhiming could clearly see tears seeping from Jiang Quan's fingers.

He explained: "Late stage liver cancer is basically unsolvable. No matter how much money you have, it's only a matter of a few days sooner or later."

"Mr. Geng is thinking clearly. Instead of suffering and living for a few more days, it is better to leave these properties to his lover who loves him wholeheartedly and takes care of him sincerely."

Jiang Quan cried louder when he heard this.

At first she was still in control, but after a while, she completely let go, lying on the coffee table and crying loudly.

For this kind of thing, being able to cry aloud and vent your inner emotions is not a bad thing for your body.

Yu Zhiming didn't persuade him either, he got up and poured a cup of warm water and put it on the tea table in front of Jiang Quan...

It took five or six minutes for Jiang Quan to cry so loudly that he finally stopped slowly.

She raised her head, looked at Yu Zhiming with tears all over her face, and asked with a pleading face, "Doctor Yu, what should we do with the funeral?"

"I do not understand."

this……

Yu Zhiming said evasively, "I don't know much either. Contact the property management committee and the neighborhood committee. They will definitely help."

He also reminded: "Mr. Geng confessed in his will that you have full authority over his funeral affairs."

"It can be seen that he doesn't want his family to get involved too much. But it's better not to inform his family about this kind of thing."

"Well, the contact information of his family?"

Jiang Quan shook his head and replied, "He told me that he has no family and no real friends."

"He trusts you so much, Dr. Yu, and asked you to be his will witness, which shows that he regards you as a friend who can be trusted and relied on sincerely."

Yu Zhiming grinned.

How come there is a feeling of being relied on?

It's just that Jiang Quan is alone now, and it's not good for Yu Zhiming to really ignore him.

He followed Jiang Quan back to the seventh floor, which was also a small room with one bedroom and one living room. First, he confirmed that Geng Guowei had really passed away.

Later, Jiang Quan was asked to contact the property and the neighborhood committee.

Faced with this kind of thing, the dead are the most important, and the property and neighborhood committees did not shirk, and people came soon.

Yu Xinyue, Yu Xiangwan and Qing Ning also came.

In the end, Yu Xinyue drove Yu Zhiming, Yu Xiangwan, and Qing Ning back to their residence to rest, and she stayed to help...

At six o'clock the next morning, Yu Zhiming got up and left the bedroom, and saw a room full of women getting up yawning.

"Xiaoxue, Zeng Yan, you guys are on vacation, you can go to the bedroom and sleep until you wake up naturally."

Hearing this, Fu Xiaoxue and Zeng Yan looked at each other, picked up the pillow and quilt, and rushed into the bedroom.

Yu Zhiming looked at the third sister with messy hair.

I heard her say sleepily: "There are people from the neighborhood committee who are accompanying that girl."

"This morning, that person will be sent to the funeral home."

"Since there are no family members and friends, the memorial ceremony and the like will not be held, and the matter will be cremated directly."

"The ashes, the girl said, talked about it before, and said that it was his wish to be thrown into the sea."

Yu Zhiming said softly: "It's simple and easy, it's pretty good."

After folding the quilt, Yu Xiangwan interjected, "He's only in his 40s, so the possibility that he doesn't have a family member or close relatives is quite small."

"Perhaps, maybe even with a wife and children."

"I reckon there's still trouble to come. Especially since he's left quite a fortune."

Qing Ning said with a sense of justice: "What trouble are you afraid of?"

"He made it clear in his will that he left all his property to Jiang Quan."

Yu Xinyue said with a chuckle: "It is reasonable to seek the court, but it is unreasonable to seek the media. Nowadays, many people are out of profit, but they are quite messy and can annoy people to death."

Qing Ning waved her small fist and said, "I want to see if their mouths are tough or my fists are hard."

Yu Xiangwan smiled and said, "They wish you could do something. A slap in the face is worth a lot of money now."

Qing Ning giggled and said, "Fourth Sister, I'm not stupid, I'm sure I'll do something with reason."

"As for filing a lawsuit with the police, I'm not even afraid. I'll hire a few lawyers to kill them."

Yu Xinyue said: "That is to say, a rich person like you, Qing Ning, has the confidence to play like this. Ordinary people don't have the time, energy, and money to waste it with scoundrels."

At this moment, Yu Zhiming's cell phone rang.

It was You Weixian, a neurosurgery specialist.

Yu Zhiming remembered Zhang Yong's skull base tumor resection, and hurriedly connected the call.

"Doctor You, the operation went well?"

The next moment, Dr. You's tired voice came from the phone.

"The operation process, I feel, is quite smooth, but the specific effect depends on whether the patient can wake up smoothly, and the examination results after waking up."

"Doctor Yu, what about the medicine for improving nerve recovery?"

Yu Zhiming replied: "As far as I know, Zhang Yong's application for extended medication has been submitted, but the fastest, it will be Monday and Tuesday to get the approval."

You Weixian groaned during the call, and then sighed: "Doctor Yu, this Ji's amino acid nerve injury recovery drug developed by your project team is really good for all kinds of brain injuries."

"It's just too expensive. Only families with three or five houses in big cities can afford it."

Yu Zhiming explained: "There is no way to do this. The direct cost of the preparation of this medicine laboratory alone is [-] to [-] yuan per dose."

"In the future, when we enter the stage of industrial production, the cost may drop significantly."

"I hope so!"

You Weixian said with hope: "If the price can be reduced to the level that ordinary people can bear, the various sequelae after various craniocerebral surgeries will definitely be significantly reduced..."

At 06:30 in the morning, Yu Zhiming was eating breakfast when his cell phone rang again.

To his surprise, the caller showed that it was a long-distance call from the United States.

Yu Zhiming answered the call with doubts.

"Doctor Yu, if you excuse me, I am the father of a 15-year-old sick boy in the United States."

During the phone call, the father said earnestly: "My son suffers from a rare disease, which has not been diagnosed yet and there is no effective treatment."

"Now his condition is getting worse and his body is getting weaker and weaker. Doctor Yu, can I invite you to come to the United States?"

"In addition to bearing the round-trip costs, I can also..."

Yu Zhiming interrupted: "Sir, it's not about money. It's impossible for me to fly to the United States for more than ten hours due to personal reasons."

"Sorry, there's nothing I can do."

After saying this, he hung up the phone directly.

"I guess I have to change my phone number again, anyone can reach me directly..."

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