This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

The girl looked at the tense Doctor Ma and sneered again. ”What? Do you think I’m going to hit someone? You’re overthinking it. I wouldn’t do something so stupid.”

She lowered her head and started searching on the table, quickly finding three payment receipts. The girl then held them in front of Doctor Ma and waved them. ”See? I’m looking for evidence.”

Doctor Ma looked at the swaying payment receipts before him and gave an awkward smile, slowly sitting back in his seat.

Du Heng took the payment receipts and examined them closely. They were indeed from his hospital—the payment receipts for the prescribed medicine.

The girl continued to smirk coldly, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. ”Come on, what else do you have to say?”

This time, Du Heng was even more dumbfounded.

The diagnosis was correct, the prescription was correct, the Medicine Ingredients were correct, and the method of taking the medicine was also correct. So what was wrong?

Du Heng was truly confused. This was the first time since last year that he’d felt so bewildered and uncertain about prescribing medicine.

Under the girl’s constant cold laughter and mockery, Du Heng took a deep breath and asked the young man, ”What kind of job do you have now?”

”I still do sales,” the young man replied quietly.

This answer seemed to offer Du Heng a glimmer of hope. He quickly asked, ”Did you drink alcohol when you took the medicine?”

The girl scoffed. ”Keep looking for our faults. Let me tell you, he hasn’t touched a drop of alcohol since last year.”

Du Heng glanced at the girl and said calmly, ”Can we let him speak for himself?”

The girl continued to sneer and said to the young man, ”Fine. You tell us, did you drink or not?”

The young man gently shook his head. ”I’ve never drunk alcohol. I haven’t even touched alcoholic beverages. Besides, I don’t like drinking. Previously, I wouldn’t even have one drink all year.”

Du Heng was lost again. ”Then how do you work in sales? Don’t all salespeople have to drink?”

The young man shook his head. ”I’m in real estate sales. I don’t have to drink with clients.”

”****!” Du Heng was dumbfounded. This isn’t right, and that isn’t right. So what on earth *is* right?

Doctor Ma didn’t dare to breathe too loudly, curled up beside him like a quail.

Professionally, I know there’s a significant gap between Du Heng and me. If even Du Heng can’t find the problem now, I definitely don’t have the ability to.

So right now, I just need to keep a close eye on this girl. If things look like they’re about to go wrong, I have to be ready to protect Du Heng.

The girl, meanwhile, watched Du Heng and Doctor Ma with disdain. She had her evidence, and the patient was right there; she wasn’t about to do anything foolish. So she didn’t press them or cause a scene. She would just wait until they had asked all their questions, and then they could talk about a solution. She was in no hurry.

But Du Heng was getting really anxious. After thinking for another moment, he asked about the last potential problem area, ”Have you been... using your hands?”

The young man was stunned for a moment. He blinked twice before asking, ”Does this have anything to do with oligospermia?”

”I don’t know if it’s related to oligospermia, but it might have something to do with damp-heat sinking,” Du Heng said, looking at the young man. ”Just tell me, yes or no?”

The young man hesitated for a moment, his face flushing slightly. He then whispered, ”I don’t have that... habit of using my hand, but... I... I... she sometimes does. Would that have an impact?”

Du Heng’s throat suddenly felt dry. ”Frequently?”

The young man’s face turned even redder. He looked back at the girl.

The girl instantly blushed and snapped, ”Talk about yourself! What are you looking at me for?”

Having been scolded, the young man could only turn back sheepishly and continue in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, ”Not often during... the act itself. Just sometimes at the beginning. But when she sleeps, she always likes to grab my... testicles.”

”HUH?” Du Heng’s eyes suddenly lit up, and his entire demeanor instantly became animated.

Du Heng’s sudden animation startled Doctor Ma and the girl. The young man, his head still lowered, didn’t see it.

Especially the girl. Seeing the gleam in Du Heng’s eyes, the word Pervert! immediately sprang to her mind.

Doctor Ma, on the other hand, found himself thinking, The Dean has... this kind of interest?

But Du Heng didn’t notice the increasingly disturbed looks they were giving him. Instead, he continued questioning the young man with a hint of excitement, ”You said she touches your testicles? How does she do it?”

The young man’s face grew even redder. He stammered, ”When we sleep, she likes to... cup them in her hand.”

”Has she always had this habit?”

The young man nodded with difficulty. ”Yes. It started when we were dating. Now that we’re married and together every day, so...”

”Pervert! Does asking this have anything to do with treating his condition?” Before the young man could finish, the girl couldn’t hold back any longer. Her face darkened as she cut him off and started railing against Du Heng.

Although the girl’s tone was awful and her words harsh, Du Heng wasn’t angry at all. Instead, he looked at her earnestly. ”Miss, is what your husband said true? Do you really sleep every night holding his... his testicles?”

The girl was flustered and exasperated. ”What’s that got to do with you? You pervert!”

Du Heng remained unfazed. He asked seriously, ”Miss, this question is crucial. Please answer honestly.”