This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

Can Li Jianwei change Du Heng’s house? He knew he couldn’t. He understood the gap between Du Heng and himself better than anyone else.Being called ”Teacher” by Du Heng was merely a result of his older age, the relevant policies, and his own status.Du Heng was now handing over the house out of respect for him.If he really made some suggestions or changes without truly understanding the situation, and if his input was off the mark, he was afraid this student might seek another mentor.

Li Jianwei took the house and looked it over from top to bottom. Although he already had a sense of its quality, he couldn’t help but marvel when he saw it.The medication and dosage were precisely determined, leaving no room for others to alter. In terms of the medication within decoction medicine, Du Heng had truly reached the pinnacle.

After looking it over, Li Jianwei placed the house beside him. ”Alright, you don’t need to worry about the rest. I will arrange for someone to replace the house for the patient.”

”Thank you, Teacher.”

Hearing Du Heng’s gratitude, Li Jianwei waved his hand, signaling him not to be so polite. ”Xiao Du, regarding Officer Wu’s condition, do you think it’s manageable?”

Du Heng took a deep breath. ”Whether it works or not, we’ll see tomorrow. Today’s treatment can only be performed once. If blood supply to the top of her foot is restored tomorrow, then her toes can still be saved. If the blood supply isn’t restored, then surgery must be done immediately tomorrow. We can’t delay any longer, or her entire foot might be lost.”

This statement left Li Jianwei a bit dazed. Du Heng’s earlier treatment had not only startled the senior doctors from the Department of Health Care, but Li Jianwei himself had also been captivated by Du Heng’s skill. He hadn’t expected to receive such a response from Du Heng now.

”Can’t it be done again?” After hearing Du Heng’s words, Li Jianwei asked this slightly foolish question.

And as soon as he asked, he understood. Ordinary people need to rest for one or two weeks after guasha, let alone someone in Wu Shengnan’s current condition.

He then gave a self-deprecating laugh. So muddled, how could I ask such a question.

Du Heng pretended not to hear, gathered his things, and prepared to leave.

But Li Jianwei reached out and stopped him. ”We’re officially back to our regular work schedules now. When will you return to the outpatient service?”

Du Heng, who had just stood up, paused. He seriously considered the question. ”Teacher, I might not have time for the outpatient service in the near future. The evaluation group from the Health Commission should be arriving in the next two or three weeks, and I need to focus on preparing for them first.”

It was a legitimate reason, and Li Jianwei couldn’t refute it. ”Alright then, focus on your priorities. However, during this period, you should really try to make good progress on the ’stroke’ research project. It would be best if you could get it finalized before the new project applications begin in April.”

The treatment of stroke paralysis and hemiplegia was already a relatively mature model at the Health Clinic. Moreover, Du Heng had genuinely developed a general formula for certain specific conditions. Now, the main tasks were to increase the number of test subjects and write the research project paper. Once that was done, the matter would essentially be concluded.

”I understand, Teacher. However, I need some specific pathogens, and I’ll need your support in this aspect.”

”Just submit your requirements. I’ll help you find the pathogens; you don’t need to worry about that.”

Li Jianwei answered decisively. However, Du Heng then made a request that gave him a headache. ”Teacher, how will the costs for these acquired pathogens be handled? The project funding might not even cover the expenses for two patients.”

Enduring a flushed face and palpitations, Li Jianwei said brazenly, ”You’ll have to figure that out yourself.”

Du Heng had only asked casually; he was just testing the waters. If he could get the money, his pressure would lessen. If not, he would have to find a way through the Health Clinic and An Chunhui.After all, a Provincial Level research project was an extraordinary achievement for a small district and county-level workplace, practically bursting through the ceiling.However, having spoken to An Chunhui, it meant the district Health Bureau would have to be mentioned in the final project report and papers, and An Chunhui’s name would also need to be included in the acknowledgments.After all, since they would be contributing, they deserved some form of recognition, right?As for paying out of his own pocket, that was out of the question.It wasn’t that he was unwilling to spend the money; primarily, he couldn’t do such a thing. It would spoil the prevailing practices and break the unwritten rules.

At this thought, Du Heng suddenly remembered the seven figures in his bank account and abruptly felt that his life was a bit too bland and uninteresting. He had, after all, crossed the million-yuan threshold, yet look at the life he was living—it was much like that of a pre-programmed robot.Go to work, work. Get off work, go home.There was no joy at all, as if he had prematurely entered an age of no desires or cravings.With so much money, not spending some of it lavishly would be doing himself a disservice.

Once the urge to spend money arose, it was like a starving little mouse, scurrying relentlessly back and forth in his mind, gnawing away at any thought that tried to suppress or eliminate it.

Du Heng felt incredibly restless. Unconsciously, the car he was driving deviated from the route back to the Health Clinic and turned directly onto Binhe Road.

As for why he was going there, the reason was actually quite simple: Binhe Road was home to numerous car dealerships.

Domestic low-end cars costing tens of thousands of yuan; joint-venture cars in the one hundred thousand to two hundred thousand yuan range; new energy vehicles priced at three hundred thousand to four hundred thousand yuan, and so on...