Chapter 130 - 129: Coming One After Another

Chapter 130: Chapter 129: Coming One After Another

On Thursday morning, Yu Zhiming met Luo Qing again at the fork in the small alley of the shantytown district.

"There’s hope, but it’s incredibly slim."

Yu Zhiming first set the tone, then gave her a detailed account of the advice he had received from Teacher Qi and an ophthalmologist.

He looked at Luo Qing, who was listening intently, and continued, "The key issue right now is determining how much of your optic nerve is still connected to the brain and whether it’s still active."

"Only after we’ve investigated that can we decide on the next steps."

"Also..."

Yu Zhiming added, "Even in the best-case scenario, after a complex course of treatment, it’s absolutely impossible for you to fully recover your sight."

"At most, your left or right eye might gain a blurry, low-vision acuity of 0.1 or 0.2."

"Or you might just regain light perception, the ability to sense changes between light and dark."

"More likely, there will be no change at all..."

"Dr. Yu, I’ll do it!"

Luo Qing cut Yu Zhiming off, her face set with determination. "Even if there’s only a sliver of hope, and even if it all ends up being for nothing, I still want the treatment."

"I have a feeling this might be the only chance I’ll ever have in my life to see again."

"Dr. Yu, no matter what lies ahead, I’m going to take the chance!"

Seeing Luo Qing’s firm resolve, Yu Zhiming reminded her, "Luo Qing, there’s one more thing I need to tell you first."

"This series of treatments will be quite expensive."

Luo Qing gave a soft laugh and said, "Dr. Yu, you don’t need to worry about the cost."

"I already have some savings, and I’ve earned a bit more over the past few years of working."

She then pointed toward the depths of the alley with the guide cane in her hand.

"I also have a small house. It’s only a little over thirty square meters, but it’s worth more than a large house downtown."

Confirming that Luo Qing had a decent financial foundation allowed Yu Zhiming to finally relax.

"Luo Qing, since you’ve made up your mind, let’s start with the examinations. Have a friend or relative go with you to Ning’an Hospital."

"Their MRI machine is, at the very least, the highest resolution in Binhai."

"I’ll make the arrangements with them..."

After discussing the specific details of the examinations with Luo Qing, Yu Zhiming got on his bicycle and hurried to Huashan Hospital...

As Yu Zhiming was pushing his bicycle into Huashan Hospital, two young men suddenly appeared and blocked his way.

Not only that, but one grabbed his bike while the other grabbed him, causing the security guard at the entrance to think something serious was happening and move to draw his baton and investigate.

Yu Zhiming waved to the security guard to show he was fine, then looked at the young man gripping him tightly.

"Why are you holding on so tight? It’s not like I’m going to run away!"

"Your brother’s lung cancer?"

The young man from yesterday with the tennis cap, Xu Jin, wasn’t wearing a hat today and was dressed in a name-brand tracksuit.

"Dr. Yu, it’s not lung cancer!"

Xu Jin laughed sheepishly and let go of Yu Zhiming’s arm, saying excitedly, "Dr. Yu, you’re a miracle worker."

"With just a few pats, you knew my brother didn’t have lung cancer at all, just that... what’s-it-called... granuloma."

"Last night, the doctors ran some urgent tests on him. They ruled out lung cancer. It’s just severe pneumonia and that tumor."

"And they confirmed that the tumor is benign."

Yu Zhiming smiled and asked, "And how is your brother now?"

Xu Jin gloated, "He was already sick with pneumonia, and after all the drama he caused yesterday, he’s even sicker now. He’s stuck in bed and can’t get up."

He added with admiration, "We asked around yesterday and found out that you’re a big celebrity at the hospital, Dr. Yu—a medical genius."

"Dr. Yu, we’re all completely in awe of your medical skills."

"And I have to make good on the promise I made yesterday."

"A few of us pitched in 50,000 yuan. Just tell us where you want to go for fun, and we’ll arrange everything."

"If it’s not enough, we’ll pitch in more!"

Yu Zhiming smiled. "I’m a doctor. Diagnosing your brother yesterday was just part of my job. There’s no need to treat me."

Xu Jin insisted, "How can that be? We have to honor our word."

"Dr. Yu, what happened yesterday might have just been part of your job, but to us, it was a life-and-death matter."

"To be honest, I was really worried yesterday that the kid would do something stupid if he couldn’t see a way out."

"So this thank-you, this treat, is an absolute must."

Seeing the man’s sincerity, Yu Zhiming found it hard to refuse outright and decided to use a stalling tactic.

"There’s no rush. Your brother is still sick, isn’t he? It’s not too late to do it after he’s recovered."

"I work here. It’s not like I’m going anywhere."

Xu Jin thought about it and nodded. "You’re right. It wouldn’t be right for him to miss a thank-you dinner like this."

"Then we’ll wait until he’s better..."

Having temporarily escaped the overly enthusiastic Xu Jin, Yu Zhiming arrived at the Qi Yue Medical Research Center.

He walked into the small building and saw a family of three—two adults and a child—waiting in front of the main office.

Yu Zhiming recognized them. It was the family he had met by Ning’an Lake.

Seeing the young husband holding a brocade banner that read "Angel of Light, Healer to the World," and the young wife holding a bouquet of flowers, Yu Zhiming realized they had come to thank him.

"Got the diagnosis?"

The young husband said with an embarrassed expression, "Yes, it really is epilepsy. Dr. Yu, you’re a true master. We were blind to your greatness and offended you."

"Dr. Yu, I’m sorry!"

After apologizing, the young husband bowed to Yu Zhiming and handed over the banner.

Yu Zhiming accepted the banner and gestured for Zhou Mo, who was standing nearby, to take the flowers from the wife.

"There’s something I need to clarify..."

Yu Zhiming explained, "The one who first noticed the issue with your child was actually my teacher, Director Qi Yue, the head of this research center."

"I only noticed your child’s condition because of a hint from Teacher Qi."

After a pause, Yu Zhiming added, "I will let Teacher Qi know that you came all this way to express your gratitude."

The young husband said gratefully, "Please, Dr. Yu, be sure to convey our family’s deepest thanks to Director Qi."

He then took out his phone and said, a little sheepishly, "Dr. Yu, would it be alright if we took a few pictures?"

"So that when our Nannan grows up, she won’t forget the kind help you and Director Qi gave her."

Taking photos wasn’t an unreasonable request.

Yu Zhiming held the banner and posed with the family of three for seven or eight photos.

After seeing the family off, Zhou Mo found a vase from somewhere and arranged the flowers in it.

"Dr. Yu, their coming here today to thank you and taking pictures was probably mainly to shut people up."

Yu Zhiming looked at Zhou Mo as she arranged the flowers and asked with a smile, "Why do you say that?"

Zhou Mo put on an I-know-how-people-think expression and said, "Last time, they posted that video dissing you, but it backfired spectacularly."

"More importantly, their child actually got diagnosed."

"All their relatives, friends, colleagues, neighbors, and acquaintances must know about it."

Zhou Mo giggled. "I can just imagine it. Whenever those people see them, they must ask, ’You wronged Dr. Yu for his kindness, have you gone to apologize and thank him yet?’"

"That’s a kind of invisible social pressure, you know."

"If they don’t want to be seen as ungrateful, heartless people, they had no choice but to come here, take pictures as proof, and post them on their social media."

Yu Zhiming nodded lightly. "That makes a lot of sense. That’s probably exactly what happened!"

Seeing that Zhou Mo was done arranging the flowers, he added, "Put the flowers in Teacher Qi’s office."

"The Director doesn’t really like flowers!" Zhou Mo replied.

Yu Zhiming said, "Oh. Well, I don’t like flowers either. Just put them on your desk. Flowers for the fair lady."

Beaming with delight, Zhou Mo moved the vase full of flowers to her desk...

Nearing noon, Yu Zhiming received another visitor: Wei Hao from the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

He brought Yu Zhiming a reward of 20,000 yuan.

Yu Zhiming, who was short on cash, feigned a couple of refusals before signing the receipt and accepting the money.

For Yu Zhiming, today was turning out to be a day of visitors from his past cases, all coming one after another.

After three in the afternoon, the nine-year-old patient was also brought to the hospital by her family, who had traveled all the way from the Capital City...