Chapter 128 - 127: This Is a Misdiagnosis

Chapter 128: Chapter 127: This Is a Misdiagnosis

Yu Zhiming took Luo Qing’s medical scans and went to consult with an ophthalmology specialist at the hospital.

The specialist gave a diagnosis similar to Qi Yue’s.

The possibility that Luo Qing’s optic nerve was partially connected to the brain still existed, but the probability of even slight vision recovery was extremely low.

Still, Yu Zhiming stubbornly believed that no matter how low the probability, it still meant there was hope for success.

For Luo Qing, any hope was worth a try...

During his lunch break, Yu Zhiming delivered his handwritten self-criticism letter to the Medical Affairs Department.

This time, however, he made a wasted trip. Neither Guan Yue nor Director Yang were there.

So, Yu Zhiming gave the letter to another staff member who was still in the Medical Affairs office...

Shortly after lunch, Yu Zhiming unexpectedly received a human liver specimen from the hospital’s liver disease research center. It appeared to be relatively healthy.

The young doctor who delivered it explained that the specimen came from a "silent mentor" who had recently passed away from uterine cancer.

Yu Zhiming was given full authority to use the specimen as he saw fit.

This delighted Yu Zhiming. He took the liver specimen and immediately locked himself in the lab...

Sometime past six-thirty in the evening, Yu Zhiming, having just satisfied another craving for study, returned to the main office to find Zhou Mo, who hadn’t left work yet, walking up to him.

"Dr. Yu, Dr. Yu, someone posted your self-criticism letter in the hospital’s work group chat."

Yu Zhiming paused for a moment, then said casually, "I already wrote the letter. What’s there to be afraid of if people see it?"

"Even if they made me read it aloud in front of the entire hospital staff, I could handle it with poise."

He added smugly, "Don’t forget, Zhou Mo..."

"I’m the tough guy who was flamed by millions of netizens and am still standing. My skin has long since become as thick as a castle wall, impervious to anything."

Zhou Mo hadn’t expected him to be so nonchalant, not caring about saving face at all.

She realized she had been worrying for nothing.

Still, Zhou Mo couldn’t help but point out, "Dr. Yu, what people in the group chat are talking about most isn’t the content of your letter, but your handwriting."

"Let’s just say, they’re making all sorts of sarcastic comments."

Hearing this, Yu Zhiming cared even less.

"My friends and classmates all know my handwriting is terrible, and it’s not something you can hide anyway."

"If they want to gossip, let them. It’s not like I’ll lose a piece of my flesh over it."

Zhou Mo was now thoroughly impressed by Yu Zhiming. He was so young, yet so broad-minded and accepting.

His magnanimity was beyond that of an ordinary person.

In truth, what Zhou Mo didn’t know was that Yu Zhiming’s magnanimity had been forged since childhood.

As someone who was once disabled, being the subject of gossip was unavoidable.

And to make matters worse, his hearing was exceptionally sharp.

Those malicious gossipers thought they were whispering, but Yu Zhiming heard every single word clearly.

If he hadn’t forced himself to be more open-minded and pretend not to hear, he would have died from anger countless times over from their venomous words.

Yu Zhiming changed his clothes, tidied up his desk, and then left the main office with Zhou Mo, who seemed to have been dawdling and waiting for him.

As they walked downstairs, Yu Zhiming made sure to keep a distance of at least half a meter between them.

He randomly thought of a topic and asked, "Um, has Nurse Chief Yan’s son come looking for you again?"

Zhou Mo nodded lightly. "He came by once. I told him, rather tactfully, that he’s not my type."

"I also heard he’s super busy with work now, tired as a dog all day."

"Even if he doesn’t want to give up, he probably doesn’t have the energy or time to bother me anymore, hehe..."

Yu Zhiming just said, "Oh."

After leaving the center’s small building, the two of them walked together toward the hospital’s main entrance.

He suddenly remembered Zhou Mo saying that parking at the hospital was tight, so she parked her car in the lot of the shopping mall diagonally across the street.

’What about parking after I buy a car?’

’It’s not just parking at the hospital; parking at my apartment complex will be a hassle too...’

"Dr. Yu, what are you thinking about?"

Yu Zhiming sighed. "Teacher Qi suggested I buy a car. I’m tempted and planning to get one."

"I just suddenly thought about the parking situation. It’s going to be tough."

Zhou Mo huffed softly. "Dr. Yu, you’re not like me. With your current status, if you apply for a parking spot from the hospital’s logistics department, you’ll definitely be taken care of right away."

"Really? That’s great!"

Yu Zhiming’s joy was written all over his face, completely oblivious to Zhou Mo’s slightly sour mood.

Just then, they were passing a small plaza meant for medical staff and patients to rest and relax.

Yu Zhiming suddenly stopped in his tracks.

In the northwest corner of the plaza, in a relatively secluded spot near the trash cans, three men and one woman, all appearing to be in their twenties or thirties, were squeezed onto a single bench.

What made Yu Zhiming quite angry was that these four were puffing away, oblivious to everyone around them.

’The nerve of them! Don’t they know this is a hospital?’

His sense of responsibility flaring, Yu Zhiming immediately changed direction and strode toward the four people who had zero public decency.

Zhou Mo, who had already taken a few steps forward, suddenly realized Yu Zhiming wasn’t with her. She turned and followed his line of sight, also spotting the young people smoking.

She quickly turned around and jogged to catch up with him.

When he was still three or four meters away from the four youths, Yu Zhiming couldn’t stop himself from questioning them loudly.

"Hey, you guys! Don’t you know this is a hospital?"

"How can you be smoking here?"

Before his words had even faded, a tall, thin young man with a flushed face and short red hair jumped up from the bench.

He blew a puff of smoke at Yu Zhiming and said angrily, "I’m going to smoke, and it’s none of your business!"

"I’m just gonna smoke myself to death, COUGH... COUGH..."

The red-haired guy hadn’t even finished his sentence before he broke into a violent coughing fit, bending over from the force of it.

The other three youths also stood up.

Seeing this, Zhou Mo’s expression tightened as she rushed forward a step, shielding Yu Zhiming behind her...

What happened next did not escalate into a bad situation.

The other three immediately extinguished their cigarettes.

The young woman among them gently patted the back of the constantly coughing red-haired youth, seemingly trying to ease his discomfort.

One of them, a young man wearing a tennis cap, approached Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo with an apologetic smile.

"Friend, I’m so sorry, please forgive us!"

"We have our reasons for smoking."

The young man in the tennis cap drew closer, lowered his voice, and continued to explain, "My little brother here was just diagnosed with lung cancer."

"We came to persuade him to accept treatment, but he’s having a bit of an emotional breakdown. He wants to give up and smoke himself to death."

"We couldn’t talk him out of it, and one thing led to another, so we decided to just have one with him to help him calm down."

The young man’s words quickly defused Yu Zhiming’s anger.

The initial reactions of patients who suddenly learn they have cancer can be quite varied.

Some are in denial, but most are filled with fear and terror.

A self-destructive patient like this one, who had lung cancer and still wanted to smoke himself to death, was not exactly rare.

Just then, the red-haired youth finally stopped coughing, squatted down on the ground, clutched his head, and began to wail.

"WAHH... Out of all of us, I’m not the heaviest smoker, and I’m not the oldest..."

"WAHH... Why did *I* have to be the one to get lung cancer?"

"It’s not fair! It’s so fucking unfair! WAHH..."

’When it comes to getting sick,’ Yu Zhiming thought, ’there’s no such thing as fair, regardless of wealth, poverty, age, or youth.’

’Still, for a guy crying this loudly, your voice is pretty powerful. You don’t sound like someone with lung cancer.’

A sliver of doubt rising in his mind, Yu Zhiming took a step forward, approaching the red-haired youth who was squatting and wailing with his head in his hands.

As if to comfort the young man, he bent down and began to gently pat him on the back.

After patting him a dozen or so times in a row, Yu Zhiming’s expression turned strange.

"Lung cancer?"

"It doesn’t feel like it. Where are his test results? The lung scans, let me see them!"

At Yu Zhiming’s words, the young man in the tennis cap grabbed the CT scans that were on the bench.

Yu Zhiming pulled out a scan, held it up to the evening light, and immediately spotted the problem.

Many of the lung features on the scan were indeed highly similar to lung cancer. In the lower part of the right lung, in particular, there was a tumorous mass with unusually distinct characteristics.

However, Yu Zhiming hadn’t detected this tumorous mass during his physical examination just now.

’Could they have the wrong scans?’

It wasn’t impossible for such a basic mistake to happen at Huashan Hospital, but the probability was extremely low.

Yu Zhiming said to the red-haired youth still squatting on the ground, "You. Get up and lie down on the bench."

"I’m going to examine you from the front."

The young man in the tennis cap seemed to have figured something out. While the red-haired youth was still stunned, he called his companions over, and together they helped the young man back onto the bench and had him lie flat...

Yu Zhiming gently patted and pressed the red-haired youth’s right chest a few times and immediately understood the problem.

"You have a mediastinal tumor."

"The mediastinal tumor, combined with your current pneumonia, is what’s causing your lung scans to show features highly characteristic of lung cancer."

"You don’t have lung cancer. This was a misdiagnosis."

Yu Zhiming added, "Mediastinal tumors are usually benign, so your problem likely isn’t serious, but you’ll still need further tests to confirm..."