This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

The patient’s situation was almost as Du Heng had expected.

Yesterday’s house was to warm the yang and expel the yin, and steam the bladder to promote qi transformation.

All that was needed was to lift the kettle lid, open the lungs, rapidly increase urine output, and allow it to be expelled; the patient would then naturally recover.

”There’s no change to the house. Just take another dose in the morning, and then you can stop. After that, you can treat the patient using your usual methods,” Du Heng stated his judgment after the check-up.

The male doctor had been busy all night, his brain slightly numb. ”Doctor Du, do you mean you won’t be coming at noon?”

”Of course. The patient is no longer in danger. You can treat his pulmonale according to your own methods. Why would I need to come back?”

Du Heng chuckled. ”I’ll be on my way then. Just give me a call if any issues arise.”

”Oh,” the male doctor responded woodenly.

Du Heng didn’t linger and immediately headed towards the Provincial First Hospital.

The Provincial First Hospital was located in the city center of Jinzhou City. Its main entrance faced a bustling transportation hub with nearly a hundred buses stopping there regularly. During the morning rush hour, the traffic congestion was so severe it felt like it could make your bladder explode.

Du Heng had set out relatively early, arriving at the Provincial First Hospital’s main entrance by seven o’clock, but the flow of people was already becoming a dense crowd.

During his school days, he hadn’t deeply understood phrases describing packed crowds, like ”shoulders rubbing against shoulders and heels against heels,” ”swarming with people,” ”jostling shoulders,” or ”a marketplace in front of the door.” He only knew they meant a place was very crowded.

But just how many people had to be present for such terms to be fitting descriptions?

One only needed to visit the Outpatient Hall of a Big Hospital.

Here, one could not only profoundly understand the meaning of these phrases but also realize just how many sick people there truly are in society.

The Provincial First Hospital’s outpatient service was scheduled to start at 7:30 a.m., and the hospital room work started at 8:00 a.m. In reality, by 7:30 a.m., those assigned to the outpatient service were already heading to the Outpatient Building. In the hospital rooms, nurses had begun their handover procedures, and attending doctors were starting to check on their patients. Eight o’clock was merely the start time for the Director’s briefing and ward rounds.

Du Heng didn’t go straight to the outpatient service; he couldn’t.

First, he had to go to the ward, greet everyone, and collect his work badge and white gown.

When he arrived at the ward, not only was the Chinese Medicine Department’s medical care already bustling, but Gu Ping, the young assistant Xu Pinglin had arranged for him, was also there, having arrived early and been waiting. Du Heng was the last to arrive.

Li Jianwei handed Du Heng his things and watched him put them on before saying, ”I’ve arranged for Xiao Sun and Xiao Wang to accompany you. They’ll assist you, writing disease records and calling out numbers.”

”Alright, thank you, Professor Li.”

Li Jianwei smiled. ”We’re all on the same team here; no need for such politeness. These two students are quite bright. Teach them a bit when you have some free time.”

He then looked at Xiao Sun and Xiao Wang, who were waiting beside him. ”When you get to the outpatient service, observe carefully and learn as much as you can. Be quick with your hands. If your senior, Du, tells me you’ve been slacking off, you’d better watch out.”

The two students, their faces flushed with excitement, quickly shook their heads. ”Don’t worry, Teacher, we won’t slack off!”

This scene made Gu Ping, who was left at the back and ignored, feel a pang of envy.

His connections were useful in Digestion Department 1, but in the Chinese Medicine Department, hardly anyone paid him any mind; he was a complete nobody. At that moment, he fervently wished his own director could be there to also entrust him to Du Heng’s care.

Du Heng glanced at the two students Professor Li had mentioned; both were somewhat familiar.

Xiao Sun was the one often pushed forward to answer questions, likely Li Jianwei’s best student at present. Xiao Wang had eagerly answered a question once, leaving a slight impression on Du Heng.

”Alright, don’t be nervous. Let these two lads take you over. Your consultation room is Room 2. The other consultation room today is occupied by Deputy Director Zheng Yuanchao; he has probably already gone over.”

Du Heng straightened his back and exhaled slowly. ”Professor Li, we’ll head out now.”

”Okay.”

Zheng Yuanchao. It was a masculine name with a strong sense of a bygone era.

However, the name, while still evocative of that era, belonged to a woman.

When Du Heng had come the previous week, he initially assumed Zheng Yuanchao was a man. But upon meeting her, he realized his mistake.

Moreover, Li Jianwei had secretly warned him not to provoke this woman, saying she was extremely difficult to deal with and he was afraid Du Heng would suffer unfair treatment.

As for why she was difficult, the reason was quite simple.

In a Big Hospital like Provincial First Hospital, most doctors disliked working in the outpatient service. The workload was heavy, the patients diverse, and it was exhausting, not to mention the pay was poor. Consequently, doctors preferred staying in the hospital rooms, where there were fewer patients, the work was lighter, and the pay was better. If it was a surgical department, tsk tsk, even more lucrative.

However, the Chinese Medicine Department was an exception. This department’s main income came from the outpatient service; the hospitalization department, by contrast, earned only a mere pittance.

Originally, the Chinese Medicine Department arranged for each doctor to work two days a week in the outpatient service, ensuring fairness for everyone.

But this doctor, Zheng Yuanchao, was different. Leveraging her seniority, her gender, and the fact she was going through menopause, she made an enormous fuss just to get more outpatient service shifts.

When the old Director was in charge, she would pester him daily, following him around, constantly crying and complaining. When that didn’t work, she resorted to underhanded tactics, finding people or directly instigating patients to file complaints against other doctors.

The old Director was helpless. Zheng Yuanchao was a doctor with an authorized job and held a senior-level professional title. Regardless of her actual skill level or how much the Director disliked her, he couldn’t just fire her.

With no other option, the Director could only impose on the younger attending physicians, making two of them each give up one day of their outpatient service shifts. Only then did she quiet down.