Chapter 83: Teacher, I Don’t Dare

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Teacher, I Don’t Dare

Dean Li Yao and his wife were both in excellent health. At least, Yu Zhiming couldn’t find anything wrong with them.

After seeing the two of them out of the center’s building, Qi Yue remarked to Yu Zhiming, "This Dean Li really knows how to play the game."

"He’s using your skills and the hospital’s money to curry favor with everyone, all while boosting his own reputation."

"I reckon there will be a major shake-up in the hospital leadership within the next week or two."

Qi Yue turned to Yu Zhiming and chuckled. "You’re no slouch either. Pretty sharp, knowing to add your own weight to the scales to please the leadership."

Yu Zhiming gave a sheepish, ingratiating smile.

Just now, the guy had not only completely agreed to Dean Li Yao’s proposal and scheduled the physicals for Fridays.

He had also proactively offered to work overtime every other Saturday, wholeheartedly dedicating himself to examining his colleagues.

"Teacher, it’s mainly because I’m short on cash. After coming to Binhai, I realized that even earning tens of thousands a month doesn’t make you rich here."

"The housing prices here are terrifying."

"Besides, since this is a job I can’t get out of, it’s better to finish it sooner and have peace of mind."

’A fifty-yuan subsidy for each person examined. Examining a hundred people a day... that’s five thousand yuan.’

’Six days a month would be thirty thousand.’

It would be tiring, but he could increase his monthly income by thirty thousand. Yu Zhiming felt the reward was completely worth the effort.

Qi Yue snorted softly, then changed the subject. "Back then, did you apply for Professor Wen Keming’s graduate program at Jingda Medical School?"

Yu Zhiming made a sound of confirmation and asked in surprise, "Teacher, how did you know that?"

"Do you know Professor Wen?"

Qi Yue asked back, a little surprised, "You don’t know yet?"

"The story of how you ranked first but were eliminated after the second-round interview for the graduate program has become another hot topic online."

After a two-second pause, Qi Yue continued, "The advisor you applied to work with back then, a.k.a. this Professor Wen, has been dug up by the all-powerful netizens."

"I don’t know the man personally, I’ve just read a couple of his published papers. He does have talent."

"Zhiming..."

Qi Yue advised, "Everyone lives within a web of connections, and this is especially true in the medical field, where the network is even more intricate."

"Moreover, when it comes to graduate school admissions, the advisor’s subjective will and preferences can play a significant role."

"Right now, the two who were accepted are still buried in their books in their ivory tower, while your reputation is already on the rise. You’re better off than them by a long shot."

"So just let the matter go."

Yu Zhiming let out a soft sigh and said, "Teacher, I’ve already let it go. It’s just... I still feel a bit of lingering resentment."

That was why last night, when he saw netizens bring up the topic of his education and further studies, he couldn’t hold back. He registered a sock puppet account and vented about the graduate school interview incident.

Yu Zhiming himself hadn’t expected that this incident would also become a hot topic of discussion online.

"Teacher, everything in the past is a gift from life. It’s all made me who I am today."

"I won’t keep dwelling on it."

Qi Yue nodded, satisfied with Yu Zhiming’s declaration. He then instructed, "Tonight, we have a meeting with Dean Ning’an Gu. He’s bringing a business partner to discuss the Waking Device."

"You’ll be attending as well."

"Let’s go. It’s time for rounds..."

After finishing his routine rounds, Qi Yue rushed over to the Cardiopulmonary Building for a consultation.

Just as he arrived at the Cardiopulmonary Building, he saw several young people in white coats pushing a gurney, running and crying out as they approached.

A young man lay on the gurney, with another person in a white coat straddling him and performing CPR.

"Junior Brother, hang in there! You have to hang in there!"

"Senior Brother, how could you be so foolish!"

"Why would you do this?"

Qi Yue stopped in his tracks and frowned, noticing that the young man on the gurney had lips that were turning purple.

Clearly, the CPR wasn’t having much of an effect on him.

"What happened?" Qi Yue asked in a cold voice.

A burly man in a white coat, drenched in sweat and pushing the gurney, was about to snap at him but then realized the person asking was the renowned Dr. Qi Yue.

He shuddered instantly.

"Director Qi, it’s our junior brother, Luo Yang. He had a moment of despair and injected himself with air."

"Director Qi, what should we do?"

Qi Yue’s heart sank.

Doctors are a high-stress group, and every year at Huashan Hospital, there were medical workers who took their own lives for various reasons.

Sometimes, more than one a year.

This guy had injected himself with air. Judging by the purple color of his lips, he had developed a pulmonary air embolism.

This was a condition that could kill a person in minutes.

A small amount of air injected into human blood vessels usually doesn’t cause much harm.

But if a large amount of air is injected at once, for example, over 100 milliliters...

The powerful heart would beat this air into bubbles of various sizes, which would then travel throughout the body with the blood.

Some bubbles would form an embolic effect directly within slender blood vessels, becoming a physical obstruction that completely blocks blood flow and causes severe consequences.

If an air embolism formed in the lungs, the consequences would be instantly fatal.

Qi Yue gave a direct order, "In his condition, it’s too late to take him to the Cardiopulmonary Building for resuscitation. Go to my research center."

"Quickly, as fast as you can."

"And you..."

Qi Yue pointed at a young man in a white coat. "Go get some puncture needles and catch up as fast as possible!"

Given Qi Yue’s reputation and authority, his orders were followed meticulously and without a second thought.

The group immediately changed the gurney’s direction and rushed toward the Qi Yue Medical Research Center.

At the same time, Qi Yue took out his phone and dialed Yu Zhiming’s number.

"Get to the Cardiopulmonary Building now! It’s an extreme emergency, a matter of life and death! As fast as you can..."

Just forty-seven seconds later, the speeding gurney and the sprinting Yu Zhiming met midway.

Before Yu Zhiming could even catch his breath, Qi Yue shoved a puncture needle into his hand.

"Quick, pulmonary air embolism!"

Yu Zhiming instantly understood the meaning behind Teacher Qi’s words and placed his hand on the chest of the young man, Luo Yang, on the gurney.

Three to five seconds later, Yu Zhiming made his move. The long, slender puncture needle pierced Luo Yang’s left chest with little resistance.

The next moment, Yu Zhiming pulled out the needle’s stylet, and a few blood bubbles came out with it.

It was followed by a fountain-like stream of blood.

In the following dozens of seconds, Yu Zhiming, with a cold expression, moved his hands with swift precision, unhesitatingly removing five more air embolisms from the young man’s limbs and internal organs.

Throughout this process, CPR on Luo Yang never stopped.

The few young people in white coats watching on were about to cheer in excitement when they saw some color return to Luo Yang’s face.

But a sudden voice stopped them.

"There’s also an air embolism in a cerebral blood vessel."

Only then did they notice that Yu Zhiming’s left hand was pressed against Luo Yang’s head.

But the puncture needle in his right hand made no further move.

A female doctor in a white coat grew anxious at this sight and yelled, "Then hurry up and puncture the cerebral air embolism!"

"What are you waiting for?"

Yu Zhiming turned to look at Qi Yue beside him, his expression a mixture of uncertainty and difficulty.

"Teacher, when it comes to the brain... I’m not confident. I don’t dare."

Yu Zhiming was speaking the truth.

The brain is the most complex and mysterious part of the human body, and it was also the organ that the current Yu Zhiming had the weakest grasp of.

If he inserted this needle, the secondary damage he might cause to the brain could be even more severe than the consequences of the air embolism itself.

Yu Zhiming truly did not dare to insert the needle...