This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

Zhang Dewen knew everyone had heard the interruption, so he spoke up to help his student ease the tension.

Everyone else also knew Zhang Dewen had noticed, but they pretended otherwise and responded politely.

Such is the tacit understanding among adults.

But would anyone truly look down on this student who had interjected?

No.

Not even Du Heng.

Even though Du Heng knew he had stolen the limelight from this student in front of Zhang Dewen, making the student unhappy, Du Heng wouldn’t show any displeasure.

There was only one reason: the student’s teacher was Zhang Dewen.

Although the country is vast, the circle of traditional Chinese medicine is actually quite small.

Especially at the top, this circle becomes even smaller.

Consider Cao Binghe, an ordinary resident physician at Good Friend Hospital. How could he have all the ophthalmology experts from both traditional Chinese and Western medicine in the Capital come to examine him?

How could he have secured an appointment with Sir Shi? Even though Sir Shi didn’t come today, is that an opportunity just anyone could get?

Furthermore, how could he now receive the attention of the East Hill Famous Celebrity, who was rushing over during his lunch break to treat him?

It was all for one reason: Cao Binghe’s teacher was Lan Changhua.

The same logic applied to Zhang Dewen’s student.

Simply because he had an exceptional teacher—an East Hill Famous Old Chinese Medicine Inheritance Studio Expert, a National Famous Old Chinese Medicine Doctor, and a National Medical Master.

These three titles alone were enough to ensure that this student, while not guaranteed a meteoric rise in his future career, would definitely have smooth sailing.

Zhang Dewen chuckled, letting the minor interruption pass, then said, ”Xiao Guan, why don’t you take a look?”

Perhaps fearing Lan Changhua might misunderstand, he turned to him as he spoke, explaining softly, ”On the way here in the car, we discussed Dr. Cao’s condition. My student Guan Bo’s opinion happens to align perfectly with mine.

Let him examine Dr. Cao first. Is that alright with you, Professor Lan?”

Was this truly a request for permission? Of course not.

He had already instructed his student to proceed; asking now was merely a formality to ensure everyone could maintain their dignity.

The purpose of this move was clear: Sir Zhang Dewen intended to promote his own student.

Just like Lan Changhua promoting Du Heng, he had the same objective.

The only difference was that Lan Changhua had acted on impulse, while Sir Zhang Dewen had planned this for a long time.

Some discussion in the car? A coincidental agreement?

Heh.

If Guan Bo truly solved Cao Binghe’s problem today, that claim of ’opinions aligning perfectly’ would effectively diminish the standing of all the experts in the Capital.

And Guan Bo’s name would then spread throughout the Capital Traditional Chinese Medical Circle.

Lan Changhua, quite familiar with such tactics, chuckled and said, ”As Sir Zhang’s protégé, he must have certainly inherited Sir Zhang’s profound knowledge. I naturally have no objection to Doctor Guan taking charge.”

Once the two old masters had completed their exchange of pleasantries, Guan Bo had also finished his examination. After a moment of contemplation, he stated, ”Dr. Cao’s condition should be attributed to yinfire rising.”

”Yinfire rising?”

Upon hearing this term, Lan Changhua and the two doctors from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Internal Medicine Department were all visibly surprised.

It was important to note that, prior to this, discussions among traditional Chinese medicine practitioners regarding Cao Binghe’s condition had centered on two possibilities: brain qi downward rush or liver qi uprising.

This was the first time any of them had heard the term ’yinfire rising’.

Lan Changhua, maintaining his composure, said directly, ”Doctor Guan, could you please explain that in detail?”

Zhang Dewen cast a meaningful glance at Lan Changhua.

This is just like when I questioned Du Heng earlier, he thought.

Zhang Dewen cleared his throat softly. ”Guan Bo, explain it thoroughly. I’m also not entirely clear on the connection between eye pain and yinfire rising.”

TSK TSK, what a perfectly constructed setup...

Du Heng felt a pang of envy. If only his own teacher, Li Jianwei, had this kind of presence, he would willingly attend to his every need.

Unfortunately, his teacher often needed Du Heng to clean up his messes.

Guan Bo lifted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, lingering on Du Heng for an extra moment or two before he spoke. ”The patient presents with swollen eyes and tearing that isn’t warm. There’s photophobia, but it’s not severe. The pain lessens at sunrise and intensifies at sunset. These symptoms indicate pain arising from a deficiency syndrome.”

Noticing everyone’s expectant gazes, Guan Bo paused briefly before continuing, ”The cause of this deficiency pain is an absence of fire in the patient’s kidneys. The lower burner is extremely cold, which forces this deficient fire to ascend, floating into the eyes and thereby causing eye pain.

This can be determined from the full pulse in the patient’s right chi position. As the Pulse Proverbs state, ’Kidney deficiency and yin fire are observed in the chi position.’ This indicates that the patient’s fundamental issue indeed stems from this yinfire rising.”

A subtle flicker in Zhang Dewen’s eyes, he gently scanned the crowd. Seeing their expressions of comprehension, a faint sense of satisfaction touched his face.

However, he masked it well and, turning to Lan Changhua, simply said, ”Professor Lan?”

Lan Changhua pondered for a moment.

Guan Bo’s explanation is indeed something I hadn’t considered before. Upon careful reflection, it seems to hold true.

”How should it be treated then?” he asked.

Guan Bo’s chin rose a fraction higher. ”We must guide the fire back to its source. The prescription will be a modified Eight-Ingredient Rehmannia Decoction.”

After saying this, he discreetly glanced at Zhang Dewen. Seeing no sign of disapproval, he continued, ”In the Dao of Yin and Yang, returning to the root is the swiftest path. I will use rehmannia, cornus, and six other herbs to greatly nourish the water within the kidneys, and add cinnamon to warm the life gate fire. Fire rejoices in the nourishment of water; thus, it will follow the water and return to its original abode.

”Once the ’dragon’s thunder’ is calmed, the aberrant firelight among the celestial expanses will naturally disperse, and the world will surely return to one of clear skies and bright daylight.”