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Chapter 921: The sequelae of blindness (please vote for me)
Opening his eyes again, Yu Zhiming caught a glimpse of the faint light leaking from the gap in the curtains.

The next morning came anyway.

The idea of ​​lying down for 5 minutes before getting up suddenly came to Yu Zhiming's mind.

But as soon as this idea came up, he was knocked down by the self-disciplined villain and stepped on it twice.

Yu Zhiming lazily got up and came out of the soundproof bedroom. He saw Qing Ning with disheveled hair, sleepily sitting on the big bed in the master bedroom.

"If you're tired, just go back to sleep. You don't have to rush."

Qing Ning yawned, quickly got out of bed, threw herself into Yu Zhiming's arms, and hugged his waist.

"You work hard every day and I can't share it with you, but I can still get up with you, exercise with you, and eat with you."

Qing Ning raised her little face and looked at Yu Zhiming, hehehe said: "Husband and wife are one, at least they must have the same routine."

"Otherwise, hey//we wouldn't even be able to get together."

Yu Zhiming raised his hand and flicked this guy's forehead, and chuckled: "It took three sentences to reveal his true nature."

"Okay, it's time to wash up..."

After washing, exercising, and taking a short rest, Yu Zhiming and Qing Ning had breakfast together.

At ten past seven in the morning, Yu Zhiming suddenly received a call from Wang Li, the team nurse.

Yu Zhiming answered the call, but before asking, Wang Li's voice came out of the phone.

"Doctor Yu, Doctor Yu, I heard regular knocking sounds in the bathroom."

"Listen, listen..."

Yu Zhiming calmed down, and then heard a dull knocking sound on the wall.

After listening for a moment, he hurriedly said: "The sound is not very standard, but it should be the Morse code SOS for help."

"Wang Li, call the police immediately."

"Oh, Doctor Yu, I'll call the police right now..."

Yu Zhiming looked at the cell phone where Wang Li had ended the call, and Qing Ning's voice sounded in his ears.

"Zhiming, do you know Morse code?"

Yu Zhiming looked up at Qing Ning, shook his head and said, "I don't know Morse code, so I can only type SOS."

"I watched a TV series with a scene like this before. I thought it might be useful if I learned it, so I remembered it."

Qing Ning let out a light sound and said with great interest: "Zhiming, please teach me how to type this SOS."

"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the unexpected. If you really need it in the future, you can use it."

Next, while eating, Yu Zhiming knocked on the table and taught Qing Ning how to type the Morse code SOS.

After a while, Qing Ning, who had mastered this little knowledge, said with excitement: "Zhi Ming, I think everyone related to you should learn this, just in case."

"If you really encounter a bad guy and get caught, knock on the wall gently and ask for help. The bad guy won't care, but you can hear it clearly."

Yu Zhiming rolled his eyelids and said: "You, you really can think of it. Today is not an era of chaotic public security and rampant criminals."

"Besides, even if you learn it temporarily, you will gradually forget it if you don't use it for a long time."

Qing Ning hummed softly: "This is the art of not being overwhelmed, being prepared, and preparing for a rainy day..."

At 07:30 in the morning, Yu Zhiming arrived at the underground parking lot. Zhou Mo, who was waiting in front of the phantom car, asked impatiently.

"Doctor Yu, those three nurses?"

Yu Zhiming replied: "I contacted an acquaintance from the Discipline Inspection Commission of the National Health Commission and said that they would conduct an in-depth investigation."

"We'll just wait for the results of the investigation."

Zhou Mo, who got into the driver's seat of the phantom car, said softly, started the car, and reported: "Dr. Yu, the richest man in Huicheng, can't come."

"Is there anyone who had a heart attack?" Yu Zhiming asked blurtly.

Zhou Mo explained: "This morning, the people over there contacted me and said that they did have a myocardial infarction last night, but they received emergency treatment and cardiac interventional stent surgery."

"The person is fine."

"And because the heart has a stent, there is no need to come to us again."

Yu Zhiming said softly indifferently.

Zhou Mo sighed softly with regret: "The cooked fat duck just flew away."

Yu Zhiming chuckled and said: "There are plenty of opportunities to make money, as long as everything is fine."

"If that guy hadn't been messing around, blindly pursuing the doctor with the best skills, and had done the interventional surgery obediently earlier, he wouldn't have suffered and been frightened last night."

Zhou Mo rarely explained to others: "This is human nature. This is a heart surgery. Everyone will be worried and want to find the most powerful doctor."

"What's more, that guy is the richest man in the country. He has money, so he naturally has willful capital."

Zhou Mo chuckled again and said, "That's why I met you, Doctor Yu, who now regards money as dirt."

"If other doctors saw that dizzying 200 million, they would definitely drop everything they were doing and rush to perform surgery on him."

Yu Zhiming chuckled and said: "I have not reached the point where I regard money as garbage. Other doctors will not be so bearable and cannot resist the temptation of 200 million." Zhou Mo curled his lips and said: "That's 200 million. I don't think so. Doctors can resist the temptation of so much money."

"Mainly, this is reasonable and legal income."

Yu Zhiming said calmly: "This kind of speculative topic has no meaning in talking about it."

Zhou Mo replied: "That's true, other doctors, the richest man is not a fool, he probably won't pay 200 million."

After a pause, she changed to another thing.

"Dr. Yu, I received a strange call last night. It was a mobile phone number in Beijing."

"He said he had a batch of wild ginseng that was over 50 years old and asked if we could eat it."

"I told him that as long as his wild ginseng is genuine and the ginseng is over 50 years old, he can eat as much as he wants without doubting our economic strength."

After a pause, Zhou Mo reported again: "The guy also said that since we have financial strength, he will first trade with us ten wild ginseng trees that meet the requirements."

"His quotation is 100 million for a tree under 200 grams, and [-] million for a tree above [-] grams."

Zhou Mo said with a worried look on his face: "Doctor Yu, from what he said, he owns far more than ten wild ginseng trees that are over 50 years old."

"It's just that with the current market situation, except for Jingcheng Hospital, it should be difficult for other families to come up with more than ten wild ginseng trees, right?"

"I wonder if the Chu family heard some news and knew that we were about to succeed in developing alternative medicines, so they wanted to sell us the wild ginseng in their hands at a high price?"

Yu Zhiming pondered and said: "This possibility cannot be ruled out."

"It's just that the success of this alternative medicine is imminent. It's too early to say that. I haven't got any good news yet."

Zhou Mo asked again: "Doctor Yu, should we buy these ten ginseng trees? One million for the small one and two million for the big one. This price is too expensive."

Yu Zhiming pondered and said: "Compared with the price of our ginseng life-sustaining pills, the price of wild ginseng as the main medicine is not too expensive at 200 to [-] million."

He thought for a while and said: "This ginseng life-sustaining pill is in our hands, and any alternative medicines that are successfully developed in the future will also be in our hands."

"We have the final say on how much the drug is priced and how it is used, so no matter how expensive wild ginseng is, we will not lose money. After all, we can pass the cost on to patients."

"However, if alternative medicines can be developed this week, there is no need to pay high prices for wild ginseng..."

Yu Zhiming thought for a moment and said, "It's also possible that the Chu family has people selling ginseng to spy on intelligence..."

He couldn't help but knock on his forehead again and sighed: "This kind of intrigue is not what I'm good at. It gives me a headache just thinking about it."

"Let's do this. After you return to the hospital, you tell Vice President Gu in detail about this matter. He should be good at intrigues, so let him handle this matter..."

Zhou Mo hummed hard...

More than ten minutes later, Yu Zhiming received another call from Wang Li.

"Dr. Yu, the truth is out. We didn't meet a bad person. She was the female neighbor above me. She lived alone. When she went to the toilet in the early morning, she accidentally got her leg stuck in the squat toilet and couldn't pull it out."

"When she saw the police, she burst into tears. She said she had been stuck in the toilet for more than two hours, and her throat was so severe with a cold and fever that she couldn't even scream..."

At nearly 08:30 in the morning, Yu Zhiming rushed to the large office on the third basement floor of Zhizhen Building.

Zhou Luoying stepped forward and said, "Doctor Yu, the MRI results of patient Yi Peng are out."

"Sure enough, there is something wrong with the hypothalamus."

Yu Zhiming and Zhou Luo came to the viewing lamp together and looked at the two sets of MRI images on the light box.

He was a little dumbfounded when he saw it, because he didn't see any abnormality in the hypothalamus in the image.

Yu Zhiming knows his own family affairs, and image analysis is not his strong point.

It can even be said to be a shortcoming.

Zhou Luo said: "During the MRI examination, I conveyed your words to the radiologists, Dr. Yu, and asked them to focus on the patient's upper and lower thalamus."

"After the enhanced image came out, several senior doctors in the radiology department conducted consultation and analysis and concluded that there were abnormalities in the brightness and darkness of the image in the hypothalamus."

"They unanimously judged that it should be a candied haws-shaped tumor with a diameter of only two to three millimeters."

"This confirms Dr. Yu's judgment that problems with the hypothalamus lead to an imbalance in body core temperature, which in turn greatly increases the patient's consumption."

Yu Zhiming tried hard to identify the abnormal light and dark that Zhou Luo said in the image, and whether there was any candied haws-shaped tumor.

The problem was that after dozens of seconds passed, he still couldn't see where the image was abnormal at the location of the hypothalamus.

Yu Zhiming struggled for a moment and decided not to be ashamed to ask.

"Dr. Zhou, I'm not very good at distinguishing images. Please point out the specific abnormalities to me."

Zhou Luo pointed at the image picture and said, "Actually, I didn't see it at first."

"Until they point it out to me."

"Doctor Yu, look, there are a few small bright spots strung together, like candied haws..."

Yu Zhiming looked in the direction of Zhou Luo's finger, but still couldn't see anything bright.

He understood that this was the sequelae of his early blindness, and his ability to distinguish light and dark details in images was weak...

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