This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

This was the first time Du Heng saw himself on television.

And his only feeling was embarrassment, extreme embarrassment.

Fortunately, it was just Wu Shengnan and him at home. If there were others, he would have truly wanted to bury his head.

On the TV, Du Heng stood with his arms folded, head slightly tilted, looking down with a condescending gaze.

Around this image, constantly changing white clouds slowly rotated around him. With each rotation, a few bold, red characters would pop out.

Finally, those characters lined up beside Du Heng’s picture with a POP! POP! POP! sound effect.

Du Heng

Jinzhou’s youngest Dean of a municipal-level Hospital

Jinzhou’s youngest Deputy Chief Chinese Medicine Doctor

Jinzhou’s youngest Recipient of Scientific and Technological Advancement

Internet Celebrity Doctor with five million followers

Below were the papers Du Heng had published and the awards he had won.

When he was posing for the photo, Du Heng had thought the pose was incredibly ridiculous.

But when it appeared on the television screen, he realized how shallow his understanding had been. It wasn’t just simply ridiculous; the juvenile, overconfident aura was so intense it practically overflowed from the screen.

Du Heng was extremely embarrassed, but Wu Shengnan, on the other hand, was watching with glowing eyes. ”Honey, your pose is so handsome, so commanding!”

Du Heng coughed twice, his cheeks slightly warm. ”Let’s eat first, let’s eat first.”

Wu Shengnan kept her eyes glued to the television, utterly delighted. ”Honey, when we take our wedding photos, let’s have them use this photo as a reference. What do you think?”

Du Heng lowered his head to eat, sighing inwardly. Not good at all, way too ridiculous.

Just as he finished complaining in his head, the image on the television changed again, and Dr. Wei’s photo appeared.

Compared to Du Heng’s photo, Dr. Wei’s seemed to possess a much more dignified and wise aura.

It was a frontal shot, featuring a silver slicked-back hairstyle and a meticulously groomed, distinct beard. This made him look steady, dependable, and reliable—a venerable old Chinese doctor, like an old immortal sage.

Wei Ruzhong

Well-known traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor in Wuzhou

Fifth-generation heir of Zichill Hall

Inheritor of the Dispersing Full Body Wind Decoction stroke remedy

This information was displayed for five seconds. Then, the screen changed. Du Heng’s photo from before and Dr. Wei’s photo appeared on opposite sides of the screen, with a large ”VS” in the middle. Moreover, the ”VS” had special effects: small, dark red flames constantly swayed on it.

Suddenly, with a screen-shattering effect, several large words appeared below: ”Internet Celebrity Doctor” versus ”Folk Divine Doctor”: Who Will Prevail?

But that wasn’t all. In the end, fierce flames erupted from the photos of Du Heng and Dr. Wei.

Damn!

Watching a news program felt like watching a cutscene from some over-the-top, cringey video game.

Du Heng suddenly felt an impulse to blow up the program and the Provincial TV Station.

With this level of quality, no wonder their programs are getting worse and worse.

Wu Shengnan looked at the final opening scene on the television with astonishment and disbelief. ”Honey, did you and this... folk Divine Doctor get into a fight?”

Du Heng was seething but held back his anger. He shot Wu Shengnan a glare. ”What are you thinking? That’s a TV station! How could we fight?”

Wu Shengnan said, ”Oh. Then did you two argue?”

”That’s not called arguing; it should be called a debate.”

”So, who won?” Wu Shengnan asked curiously.

”Watch and see for yourself.” Du Heng lowered his head and focused on eating. He was thoroughly disgusted by the people from this program group.

After finishing his meal, he was in no mood to watch TV, so he took his laptop and went into the bedroom.

The next day, when he arrived at work, Du Heng called Director Zheng over after finishing his immediate tasks.

The summoned Director Zheng arrived with a chubby, gleaming face, his eyes narrowed into slits from smiling so broadly.

Du Heng’s expression was dark; he still felt embarrassed. ”Director Zheng, did you watch the show last night?”

”I did! I stayed up and watched the whole thing on TV.” Director Zheng was beaming, completely oblivious to Du Heng’s dark expression.

Du Heng took a deep breath. He couldn’t talk about the embarrassing photo, but there was another matter he had to clarify. ”Director Zheng, did the TV station communicate with you before airing the program?”

Director Zheng paused for a moment. ”Yes, they let me preview the final cut. I saw that the content was just what happened when you were on stage that day, and the sequence was correct, so I didn’t ask any more questions.”

”What did you think of the opening sequence?”

”The opening? I thought it was great! Very impactful. When your photo appeared, Dean, it immediately gave the impression that you’re a person of genuine skill.”

Director Zheng’s sudden bootlicking sent a chill down Du Heng’s spine. He shivered slightly and quickly said, ”I’m not talking about that. Didn’t you feel the opening was deliberately provocative?

”There are many folk TCM doctors, and many of them are genuinely skilled. After yesterday’s program, wasn’t I effectively pushed into opposition with these people? This is creating enemies for me for no reason!

”Many old Chinese doctors from the folk community have complete master-disciple lineages, with numerous fellow disciples and apprentices. Some of them are even within our system. Do you think it’s appropriate for the TV station to do this?”

Du Heng grew angrier as he spoke. ”Furthermore, I recall that when I was on the show, and throughout the entire program, I never said anything negative about folk Divine Doctors. Now they’ve slapped this label on me. How am I supposed to face my colleagues and seniors in the field?”