This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

The undulating mountains and rivers formed a continuous landscape, with patches of greenery dotting the brown earth.

However, when viewed from the air, these patches of green didn’t make the desolate land appear beautiful but rather looked like pieces of lichen, marring its original desolate majesty.

The two-hour flight passed in the blink of an eye.

This time, after landing, there was no one to pick them up as there had been previously.

However, Du Heng had become familiar with the place and easily found accommodations.

Once they reached their lodging, Wu Shengnan didn’t want to move and just wanted to sleep. Du Heng, however, couldn’t sit still. He took the gifts he had brought and went to find Lan Changhua.

”Professor Lan, I’m here to see you.”

Although they had consistently kept in touch, occasionally chatting in the group chat to discuss patient conditions and research project progress, their relationship hadn’t grown distant.

But when Du Heng saw Lan Changhua again, he was still taken aback.

The old man’s hair had turned dull yellow and dry. The wrinkles around his eyes and the corners of his mouth were very pronounced, and his overall vitality was noticeably diminished compared to the previous two times they had met.

Both his physical and mental condition were rapidly declining.

No wonder his outpatient service, once three times a week, had been reduced to once a week, with a limit on the number of patients he would see each time.

This wasn’t because the old man was putting on airs due to his fame; rather, his physical and mental stamina could no longer withstand such high-intensity work.

Lan Changhua, who had been working at his desk, looked up. He adjusted his glasses and observed for three or four seconds before recognizing the man before him.

”Xiao Du, what brings you here?” Lan Changhua took off his glasses, his demeanor suddenly becoming enthusiastic. ”Quick, sit down. You child, why didn’t you call before coming?”

”I’m traveling with my girlfriend and came by to see you, Professor Lan.”

Lan Changhua appeared very pleased. He set aside his work and began to chat with Du Heng.

When the conversation turned to Du Heng’s recent circumstances, the old man chuckled upon hearing that Du Heng had run off to avoid the hassles of the research group’s integration.

”Interpersonal dealings have been a headache since ancient times. It’s good that you avoided it.” Lan Changhua fully agreed with Du Heng’s choice. ”By the way, did you just say your research is on stroke?”

”Yes, that’s the one.”

Lan Changhua said ”Oh,” then continued, ”I went to a meeting at the Department yesterday and saw an application for a stroke research project from your province on a leader’s desk. Was that yours too?”

Du Heng was slightly surprised. ”That should be it. I’m not entirely sure about the specifics. The leaders from our province and my Teacher mentioned applying to the Department to me in passing, but they didn’t detail how it was handled. They just told me to focus on my work.”

Lan Changhua wasn’t surprised by this answer. ”Having such leaders and a Teacher is the best for you. But isn’t this research project a bit too broad? If it’s too generalized, the Department might question its potential for yielding results or its practical applicability. It might not get approved easily.”

Du Heng smiled. ”That shouldn’t be a major issue. We’ve already refined the project, breaking it down into seven main categories, with each category further divided into two to five sub-classifications.

This research project involves collaboration among several leading hospitals in our province.

Moreover, we’ve already completed the research for one sub-classification. The syndrome differentiation, treatment methods, and prescriptions are all finalized. That can be considered an initial research achievement.”

”Excellent, excellent.” Lan Changhua looked at Du Heng with a touch of envy.

Thinking about his own stalled research, and the fact that he was still using prescriptions Du Heng had already developed, made him feel quite disheartened.

If, before the new year, he hadn’t let Du Heng leave but had kept him there directly, their current research project might have seen substantial progress.

Now, he couldn’t bring himself to ask Du Heng to stay and lead this project. And considering all the complications surrounding the project now, he didn’t even dare to mention it.

He sighed softly. ”Ah, it’s good. Your decision to lead the doctors in your province together is excellent.

Stroke is a very broad concept, covering a wide range. If you can genuinely lead this group to make breakthroughs against this disease, the standard of traditional Chinese medicine in your province will definitely rise to a new level.

This isn’t just a contribution to traditional Chinese medicine in your province; it’s a contribution to traditional Chinese medicine nationwide.”

Du Heng felt a little embarrassed by Lan Changhua’s praise; he had never considered such far-reaching implications.

Lan Changhua continued, ”The Department has already resolved to further increase investment in traditional Chinese medicine and enhance its function in society. Moreover, it requires that in every Chinese Medicine Hospital, the proportion of Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners must not be less than 65%, and traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions must not be less than 60%.

If your project can truly be completed successfully, you’ll be cultivating a significant number of elite doctors for your province and accelerating the development of traditional Chinese medicine there.”

Du Heng, who had felt a little proud initially, found his joy slowly receding as Lan Changhua finished speaking.

A Chinese Medicine Hospital... and the number of Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners has to be stipulated by the country, not less than 65%? Does this mean that in current Chinese Medicine Hospitals, the proportion of Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners is below this ratio, perhaps even far below it?