This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

”He’s just so impressive.”

The young doctor sneered and lowered his voice. ”Just the day before yesterday, he cured a pediatric patient with cerebral hypoplasia—in other words, one with Cerebral Hypoxia Complications.”

The two gossipers exchanged a look, their eyes full of mockery. ”He says he cured the Child? If he really has that kind of skill, this year’s Nobel Prize in Medicine would be his.”

The young doctor was upset. Du Heng was the one he had recommended to Mei Dong. Criticizing Du Heng was like criticizing his judgment, and that was something he couldn’t tolerate.

He wanted to argue further with the two of them, but Mei Dong, standing in front, turned around with a dark expression.

Whether they were praising Du Heng or denigrating him, it didn’t reflect well on him, the Director; it was, in fact, deeply embarrassing.

”Anyone who doesn’t want to watch can leave. What’s all this chirping about?”

He could hear their conversation clearly, which meant Du Heng, only three steps away, certainly could too.

If he, Mei Dong, didn’t make some gesture now, it would imply that their entire department looked down on Du Heng.

Although Du Heng was undoubtedly a professional and wouldn’t abandon treating this Child, this incident would offend him to the core.

Mei Dong told the three to be quiet and turned to Du Heng. Just as he was about to apologize, his gaze met Du Heng’s, who had also turned his head.

Mei Dong felt a little embarrassed by the awkward situation caused by his poor management. He was just about to speak, ”Du...”

However, Du Heng spoke first, ”Director Mei, do you have any needle utensils used in traditional Chinese medicine?”

”Yes, yes! We used to have a TCM doctor in our Department. He left a set of needle utensils when he departed, and we kept them.”

”That’s good.” Du Heng nodded. ”Prepare a three-edged needle and a long fine needle. Disinfect them with high-concentration Alcohol, and then clean them thoroughly.”

”I’ll get it done right away.” Mei Dong agreed and immediately looked at the young doctor behind him. ”Did you hear that? Go and prepare them quickly.”

The young doctor paused for a moment. ”Director, where are these needle utensils you mentioned?”

”In my office, top shelf of the first cabinet. It’s a black wooden box.”

”Okay, I’ll go get it immediately.”

Knowing his task, the young doctor didn’t dally and hurried off to prepare.

Mei Dong then turned his head towards Du Heng. ”President Du, can this Child still be saved?”

Du Heng was silent for a moment before replying, ”Director Mei, I don’t know what your standard for ’saved’ is. I can only say we’ll do our best to alleviate the symptoms and help the Child recover. As for the extent of that recovery, I truly don’t know.”

So, the Child can be treated?

Director Mei’s eyes lit up, and he quickly said, ”Just restoring the Child to the condition of the one in your Video would be enough.”

Du Heng shook his head. ”Every Child has a different constitution. I can’t guarantee recovery to that extent.”

Du Heng felt a bit frustrated.

Recovering to the level of the previous Child? He had to be joking.

Although he had never explicitly told anyone, judging by the previous Child’s condition upon discharge, that Child was developing towards normalcy.

But achieving that state required his intervention right from the Child’s birth.

This current Child had been symptomatic for four days. Full recovery might be a tall order.

The Child’s physical coordination could likely be corrected, but in terms of intelligence, the Child might lag slightly behind peers.

When treating the previous Child, Du Heng had also reviewed a large number of documents related to pediatric patients with cerebral palsy.

Based on that Child’s initial recovery at the time, he had tentatively categorized such cases as follows:

The first category: If Treatment is started right after birth, and prenatal development was good, such Children have a chance of recovering to the range of normal Children.

Category 2: Those for whom Treatment was not immediately initiated after birth, but within one month, will have mild intellectual disabilities.

Category 3: Children who start Treatment within two years of birth. With postnatal intensive training, their intellectual development may be slow, and they might have slight physical incoordination.

The fourth category: For Children older than two years who receive Treatment and postnatal intensive training, the extent of their recovery depends on fate.

Of course, these were all temporary conclusions Du Heng had drawn. Because the current disease record sample consisted of only one case, much of it was inferred, and there were undoubtedly many inaccuracies.

Therefore, during the follow-up Treatment of that Child, as the sample size continued to increase, these four points would definitely change to some extent. His own Treatment plan would also certainly see further improvement.

The Du Heng of today was not the Du Heng of a year ago. He wouldn’t utter a single word that offered such strong guarantees.

This was partly for his own protection and partly to prevent Patients and their families from having excessively high expectations, thereby avoiding a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Soon, the young doctor who had gone to fetch the needle utensils returned.

Du Heng wasted no more words. He followed the same previous steps: first, bloodletting with the three-edged needle, and then Point pricking with the fine needle.

However, this time, the bloodletting wasn’t to awaken the Baby but to relax the Child’s meridians.

Four continuous days of abnormal muscle tension and convulsions had put tremendous pressure on the Child’s meridians, Muscles, and blood vessels.

The purpose of bloodletting had changed, but the purpose of Point pricking remained the same. The Twelve Well Points were absolutely essential acupoints.

With the previous Child, Du Heng had taken about five minutes to make the Child cry and for perspiration to appear on the Child’s forehead.