medical treatment

Chapter 677

After six o'clock the next morning, just as Yu Zhiming walked out of the bedroom, a little guy rushed over and hugged his leg.

"Uncle, uncle, good morning!"

Qing Ning on the side smiled lightly and said, "This little guy woke up at 05:30. After asking you what time you got up, he got up and waited for you at the door."

"Ask her what's the matter, and don't say anything!"

Song Qiao turned to look at Qing Ning, and smiled embarrassedly.

Qing Ning patted Song Qiao's head, and said to Yu Zhiming: "If you have something to whisper, you two should talk, I'll go wash up first."

After all, she walked to the bathroom.

Yu Zhiming squatted down, looked at Song Qiao at the same level, and said, "Xiao Qiao, you have been looking for me since last night, it seems that the matter is not small."

"Tell me, what's the big deal for you?"

Song Qiao smiled and asked, "Uncle, can you give me 50?"

50?
Yu Zhiming was surprised and asked, "Xiao Qiao, are you sure you want 50 yuan? Not 50 yuan?"

Song Qiao nodded his head and said, "It's 50 yuan, not 50 yuan. I have 200 yuan myself."

She also explained: "My mother gave it to me, saying that if you see something you really want to buy in Binhai, you have to spend your own money, and you are not allowed to ask grandparents and uncle for money."

Yu Zhiming chuckled and said, "During the Chinese New Year, you earned thousands of lucky money. Why did your mother only give you two hundred?"

Song Qiao said with a bitter face, "My mother took away all the lucky money. She said it was saved for me to pay for my college tuition."

Yu Zhiming smiled, and then saw Song Qiao's face tense, looking very serious, and asked, "Uncle, are you rich now?"

"A lot of money, more than 50?"

Yu Zhiming hummed and said, "I do have a lot of money, more than 50."

"Xiao Qiao, tell me first, why do you want 50? This is not a small amount."

Song Qiao replied in a low voice: "My classmate Yang Shuang, she said she was ill and would not live long."

"I said, my uncle is powerful and can cure diseases."

"She said that her illness required going to a big hospital for an operation, which would cost a lot of money, 50 yuan, and her family had no money."

Hearing this, Yu Zhiming roughly understood.

Xiaoqiao's classmate, Yang Shuang, must have found some kind of organ malformation, some kind of organic lesion, or a tumor, which required major surgery.

This operation is expensive and there should be greater risks.

"Xiao Qiao, do you want 50 for your classmate's surgery?"

Song Qiao nodded, and said again: "Uncle, Yang Shuang is my friend, I don't want her to die."

"Uncle, I don't have 50 now. When I grow up and make a lot of money, I will pay you back 100 million."

Yu Zhiming pinched Song Qiao's little nose and said, "Xiao Qiao, this is not just about money, nor is it something you children can handle."

"Xiao Qiao, I need to understand the specific situation before I can decide whether to help little friend Yang Shuang, and how to really help her."

Song Qiao snorted, and said eagerly: "Uncle, Uncle, please understand sooner."

"The teacher in charge knows everything about us."

Under the urging of Xiao Qiao's bright eyes, Yu Zhiming had no choice but to say: "Xiao Qiao, I don't know your class teacher, how about asking your mother to understand for me?"

Song Qiao thought for a while, then nodded reluctantly.

Next, Yu Zhiming called his third sister, Yu Xinyue, in front of Song Qiao.

The phone rang five or six times before it was connected.

Immediately afterwards, a slightly confused voice came from the phone, "Old Wu, what happened so early?"

"Third sister, Xiao Qiao has a classmate named Yang Shuang..."

Before Yu Zhiming finished speaking, Third Sister's voice rang again from the phone.

"This uneasy, dead girl, also told you about that? A few days ago, she cried and said that her classmate Yang Shuang was sick and was about to die. She asked if there was 50 at home."

"This kind of thing, how can her little girl handle it?"

Yu Zhiming interrupted: "Third Sister, help me find out and see what's going on."

"If their family really has practical difficulties that cannot be overcome, they should help if they can."

The next moment, Yu Xinyue's depressed voice sounded, "Okay, I'll go and find out."

"This dead girl will really find us something to do."

"Fifth, you tell her for me, when I go to Binhai this Friday, I will beat her up..."

Yu Zhiming ended the call with Third Sister, and looked at Song Qiao who was giggling aside.

"Still laughing? You've booked a beating."

Song Qiao frowned and said, "I'm not afraid, hehe."

"Grandpa, grandma, aunt, and uncle are here, and mom doesn't dare to hit me..."

Freeing memory, washing, morning exercises, breakfast, Yu Zhiming completed these tasks in order, and it was time to go to work.

At around 08:30 in the morning, Yu Zhiming rushed to the small building in the center of the hospital, made some preparations, and brought Zhou Mo to the oncology department.

Nine o'clock this morning is the time for Ke Minzhi's surgery.

When Yu Zhiming came to the operation area of ​​the oncology department and walked towards the isolation gate through the family waiting area, he was stopped by several people.

The leader is a 50-year-old woman with short hair and glasses who looks quite capable.

On the left of this person is Ke Xixi, and on the right is a young man in his 20s.

The woman was the first to speak: "Doctor Yu, hello!"

"I'm Lao Ke's wife Xia Shuang, and I'm currently in charge of group affairs management for Lao Ke."

"I want to know exactly, what is the probability of Lao Ke's success?"

Yu Zhiming frowned, and said, "Ms. Xia, if you mean the success rate of today's operation, there is a high probability."

"If it refers to the success rate of Mr. Ke's cancer cure, I can't tell you, I can only say that it is possible."

Xia Shuang was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Two or three years to gain a possibility is indeed something that Old Ke can do."

"Doctor Yu, my old Ke will be counting on you."

After saying this, Xia Shuang bowed to Yu Zhiming to beg, and then stepped aside with her children and others.

Yu Zhiming strode through the isolation door of the operation area.

Zhou Mo stayed outside.

She took out her phone and was about to check Moments when the phone rang suddenly.

It's from the center's landline.

"Zhou Mo, a group of very handsome guys came to the center. They wanted to find Dr. Yu and said they had made an appointment for a physical examination."

Zhou Mo thought that two terminal cancer patients would come for physical examination today.

She replied: "Ask, have you passed the physical examination arranged by Ning'an Hospital?"

"If so, ask them to wait for about an hour and a half, Doctor Yu has just entered the operating room..."

Zhou Mo's estimated time was quite accurate, at [-]:[-] in the morning, Yu Zhiming appeared in the family waiting area again.

Facing the concern on the face of Ke Min's family, Yu Zhiming knew: "The operation is not over yet, I just finished my work and marked the parts that need to be removed."

"Mr. Ke was operated on by the best oncologists in our hospital. There is a high probability that the operation will go well today. Please don't worry too much."

Yu Zhiming said frankly: "The real challenge is the level of CAR-T treatment..."

At 10:30 in the morning, Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo turned around an inpatient building and saw a small central building 20 meters away.

The two accidentally saw Meng Xin, a nurse at the center, arguing with a man and a woman in front of the small building.

The next moment, Yu Zhiming saw a scene of anger.

Meng Xin was pushed back by a tall man in a dark windbreaker, kicked back four or five steps, and then fell heavily on the ground with her buttocks.

Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo ran to Meng Xin's side and helped her up.

During this process, Yu Zhiming took advantage of the opportunity to perform a physical examination on Meng Xin, and found that the tailbone was not injured.

But pain is definitely painful.

Meng Xin's eyes were full of tears, seeing Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo, she couldn't help but shed tears.

"Doctor Yu, Zhou Mo, that woman smokes, I told her that smoking is not allowed in the hospital."

"She ignored me and continued to suck."

Yu Zhiming looked at the woman Meng Xin was talking about, and saw that she had heavy makeup on her face, her hands were in her pockets, her legs were shaking, and she met Yu Zhiming's gaze indifferently.

Meng Xin then complained, "I warned her that if she smoked again, she would call the security guard, and she flicked the cigarette butt into the flower bed."

"She also scolded me."

"I replied, and that guy pushed me..."

Hearing this, Zhou Mo came directly to the man in the windbreaker who was pushing him, with his aura at [-] meters wide, he squinted at the man who was nearly a head taller than her with a look of contempt.

"Bullying women because of your height, you are really a man, do you dare to push me?"

The man in the windbreaker looked at Zhou Mo in front of him, and then at Yu Zhiming who was not far away, but he took a step back and came to the woman with heavy make-up, bent over, almost whispering.

"Miss, he is Doctor Yu Zhiming!"

These words surprised the woman with heavy makeup, she stood up straight unconsciously.

She took another look at Yu Zhiming who was a few meters away, and murmured in a low voice, "So it's a pretty boy, I thought it was an old man in his 70s or [-]s."

"I'm going back, you stay and solve it!"

"Miss, how to solve it?" The man in the windbreaker asked worriedly.

The woman with heavy makeup turned cold and asked, "What? You still want me to humbly apologize to the little nurse?"

"Give money to solve it, and ask the old man for reimbursement."

After saying this, the woman with heavy makeup turned around and walked towards the small central building.

The man in the windbreaker who was left behind came to Yu Zhiming, Zhou Mo and Meng Xin with a embarrassed expression on his face.

Although the conversation between the two was whispering, Yu Zhiming heard it clearly.

Before the man in the windbreaker opened his mouth, Yu Zhiming said slowly, "There are indeed many things that can be solved with money."

"For example, you pushed my colleague and hurt her. This can be solved with money."

"How much are you going to pay?"

The man in the windbreaker was slightly taken aback, thought for a moment, and asked cautiously, "Well, how about fifty thousand?"

Yu Zhiming looked at Meng Xin.

"Meng Xin, fifty thousand, are you satisfied?"

Meng Xin was a little confused, and asked, "Doctor Yu, do you think I should be satisfied or not?"

Yu Zhiming held back his laughter, and said softly, "One butt prick, earning fifty thousand, that's fine."

Meng Xin hurriedly said: "Satisfied, satisfied, [-] yuan per butt, I am so satisfied."

Yu Zhiming smiled, walked towards the small central building, and said, "It's not the son's fault to teach his father, Zhou Mo, let's go meet that father."

"See how much he is willing to pay for his daughter's mistakes."

The man in the windbreaker was a little anxious when he heard this.

"Doctor Yu, my [-] yuan refers to everything that happened just now, let the past be ignored."

Yu Zhiming ignored him at all and continued walking towards the small building.

The man in the windbreaker was really anxious, and reached out to grab Yu Zhiming's shoulder.

Zhou Mo, who was protecting Yu Zhiming's side, his eyes lit up, and he reached out and grabbed the arm of the man in the windbreaker like lightning.

The next moment, Zhou Mo circled around the man in the windbreaker like an ape, his legs were twisted around the man in the windbreaker's neck, and he was thrown out...

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