medical treatment

Chapter 80
Yu Zhiming himself did not expect that so many colleagues in the hospital questioned and criticized him, but they were easily quelled by dozens of hand-drawn sketches.

Could it be that this is the so-called absolute strength, not afraid of any conspiracy, tricks, gossip?

"The investigation team asked you for questioning, didn't you make things difficult for you?"

Facing Zhou Mo's clear eyes of concern, Yu Zhiming replied softly: "It's not difficult at all."

"I showed a little bit of auscultation and percussion skills, and I conquered them all."

He added: "Regarding my investigation, the investigation team will issue a conclusive announcement today and tomorrow."

Zhou Mo exhaled lightly, and said with a smile on his face, "I'm relieved now."

"Doctor Yu, you are a pure doctor, you shouldn't be involved in this mess."

Yu Zhiming avoided Zhou Mo's eager eyes with little worship, and asked instead, "Where's Teacher Qi?"

"Oh, he went to neurosurgery for a consultation."

When Zhou Mo replied, he heard the office door being pushed open with a bang.

A ten-year-old boy walked in as if no one else was around.

Behind the little boy, followed by a beautiful and big-breasted young woman dressed in jewels and jewels.

"Big brother……"

The little boy shouted happily, tore off his backpack, and poured out seven or eight puzzles of different shapes and materials on Yu Zhiming's desk with a clatter.

"Here are some very difficult puzzles I have collected, please solve them quickly and show me."

Yu Zhiming didn't like the commanding words of the little boy, so he looked up at the young woman.

The glamorous young woman said with a slight smile: "Doctor Yu, you solved that puzzle very easily that day and took out the medicine inside. My little treasure has never forgotten it."

"He has been pestering you for the past few days, asking us to bring him over to discuss with you how to solve the puzzle."

After a pause, the young woman said with a doting look on her face again: "My son is very obsessed with things like Nine Chains and puzzles."

"These things collected at home fill the whole room, and I study them every day when I have free time."

At this moment, the little boy reached out and tugged at Yu Zhiming's white coat, urging him expectantly.

"Big brother, hurry up and start."

Yu Zhiming couldn't get angry with a child, so he patiently explained: "This puzzle requires carefulness, patience, reasoning ability, spatial imagination, etc."

"That day, when I solved that puzzle at your house, I used a tricky method, which was equivalent to cheating."

"There is little value in showing and communicating."

But the little boy shouted with sparkling eyes: "Tricky method? Okay, okay."

"I've learned it. Doesn't it mean that any difficult puzzle you encounter can be solved very quickly."

"Big brother, I want to learn, hurry up and teach me."

Yu Zhiming secretly rolled his eyelids, thinking, how could such a short-tempered person have a hobby like solving puzzles that requires a high degree of patience?
He had no choice but to explain again: "My tricky method is almost a kind of talent. It cannot be taught, and neither can you learn it."

At this time, the glamorous young woman said again: "Doctor Yu, it's lunch time, why don't we have lunch together."

"I know there is a western restaurant nearby. The chef is a chef hired from abroad. The taste is so-so and not bad."

"Doctor Yu, you can teach my son how to solve puzzles while eating."

I don't know if Yu Zhiming is too sensitive, or if he has a subconscious hatred of the rich, but he always feels that this family has a kind of arrogance and domineering that he doesn't like.

Yu Zhiming refused bluntly: "Mrs. Wei, you don't need lunch. I really can't teach your child."

"I'm a doctor, and my job is to save lives."

"If you didn't come here to seek medical advice, please take your child and leave."

Seeing the disappointment and unwillingness on her son's face, the glamorous young woman's expression sank.

"Doctor Yu, just tell me, how much are you willing to teach my son how to solve puzzles?"

"One thousand and one hours, or five thousand and one hours? If you are not satisfied, you can directly and boldly say the number."

"Our Wei family really doesn't lack this little money."

Yu Zhiming said in a flat tone, "Mrs. Wei, it's not about money."

"Believe it or not, it's not that I don't want to teach your child, but I really can't."

He made another gesture of giving away.

"Madam Wei, please!"

The glamorous young lady's face turned several shades pale.

"Doctor Yu, you have to understand that our Wei family enterprise donates tens of millions of property to your Huashan Hospital every year."

"Through the leadership of your hospital, it is a breeze for us to handle you, a young doctor."

"Don't be ignorant of praise."

As soon as these words came out, Yu Zhiming was also aroused with arrogance, occupying the supreme place of the brain.

"Our Huashan Hospital is a public hospital, and we never live on donations from other people's families."

"Although I am a small doctor, I am not afraid of being manipulated by others, but I sit upright and have medical skills in my hands."

The chest of the glamorous young woman fluctuated, and her plump pair seemed ready to come out.

This caused Yu Zhiming to take another look involuntarily.

"Little Treasure, let's go!"

Before leaving, the glamorous young woman gritted her teeth and left a word angrily.

"You wait, we'll see..."

"Doctor Yu, what about this?" Zhou Mo looked worried.

"fine!"

Yu Zhiming looked indifferent.

"If the charity plan of a large company can be changed because of such a small matter, then the company will not be as big as it is today."

Even though he said so, Yu Zhiming still felt a little worried in his heart.

If the rich are self-willed, there is no guarantee that there will be people in the hospital who will take the initiative to vent their anger on others.

Perhaps, through this collision, how much weight do you have in the hearts of the leaders of Huashan Hospital?

Just as Yu Zhiming was constructing a drama of struggle with ups and downs in his mind, another person came uninvited.

Gu Qingran, vice president of Ning'an Hospital.

He was also carrying a heavy takeaway box.

"Dean Gu, our director is not here, and we went for a consultation."

"I'm here to find you!"

While talking, Gu Qingran put the takeaway box on Yu Zhiming's desk.

"It's lunch time, we eat and talk, this is what I packed from Tingfenglou."

He invited Zhou Mo again, "Miss Zhou, together?"

Zhou Mo smiled sweetly: "Thank you Dean Gu, my lunch will be delivered soon."

Between the words, an errand boy knocked on the door and gave Zhou Mo an insulated food box.

Yu Zhiming also took out the food from the takeaway box and arranged them one by one.

There are lion's head, squid eel paste, etc., which Yu Zhiming ate on that day, and felt that the taste was very good.

"Dean Gu, is there a patient?"

Gu Qingran shook his head and smiled, "Business cooperation, I'm very interested in your idea of ​​awakening narcolepsy patients."

"You are so well informed?" Yu Zhiming was a little surprised.

If Mr. Qi had contacted him last night, this guy Fan wouldn't have rushed over to have lunch at noon.

Gu Qingran took a sip of the soup and said with a smile: "Director Qi, and you are all my focus."

"I will pay attention to your every move."

Yu Zhiming smiled lightly and asked, "Don't you, Ning'an Group, vigorously develop real estate?"

Gu Qingran said with a serious face: "Our Ning'an Group established a real estate company at the beginning, just to take advantage of the development boom of the past 30 to [-] years to make a wave of quick money."

"The foundation of Ning'an has always been the medical industry. We are very clear about this."

"Let's not go too far..."

Gu Qingran turned to say: "I had someone do a preliminary investigation, and it was said that there are 70 million patients with narcolepsy in the whole country, and there are [-] to [-] new patients every year."

"There is also an inaccurate but critical data that says that there are at least tens of thousands of narcolepsy patients every year, because the rapid onset of narcolepsy leads to accidents of various sizes."

"This means that they have an urgent need for the wake-up device you suggested, Dr. Yu."

Gu Qingran smiled and looked forward to the future.

"Although the market capacity of this subdivision is not large, if the wake-up device is successfully developed, the cost will not be so high..."

"It's still possible to make some small money together..."

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