This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

”Stop arguing.”

When Du Heng spoke, his voice was forceful yet repressed. It sounded as if the words were bellowed directly from his throat.

His tone was highly effective, immediately silencing the chattering man behind him.

With the man no longer chattering beside him, Du Heng’s ears found sudden peace, and his pace towards the Emergency Room quickened.

Inside the Hospital room, nurses bustled about, connecting instruments and monitoring data. Dr. Cao and several other Western Medicine Doctors were reviewing the treatment record that had arrived with the ambulance.

Du Heng didn’t disturb them, instead finding a place to begin the child’s Check-up. However, as soon as he began, his heart didn’t just feel half-chilled; it felt utterly frozen, chilling him to the core.

The six pulses were erratic as silk threads, the noodles ashen, limbs cold yet the child was covered in a drenching sweat, and their throat rasped with gasps like a bellowing bull.

The wheezing was particularly alarming; one could hear large gulps of air being drawn in, but it seemed to vanish at the throat, never reaching the lungs.

Du Heng remained exceptionally calm, glancing up at the beeping monitor. He only slightly frowned at the heart rate value that had already exceeded two hundred yuan.

”Director Cao, have you finished looking? How is it?”

Director Cao and the others put down the treatment records, frowning as they spoke, ”Dean, the County Hospital’s treatment was not problematic, and there were no omissions in the medication.”

Du Heng’s gaze sharpened slightly as he quickly asked, ”What are your thoughts?”

Director Cao shook his head. ”After reviewing these treatment records, we don’t have any better ideas. The County Hospital has already used all available measures and medications. Even if we administer medication now, our efforts wouldn’t surpass what they’ve already done.”

The corners of Du Heng’s eyes twitched violently a few times.

He didn’t respond to Director Cao, instead turning to look at the child on the Sick bed.

After a moment’s thought, Du Heng immediately looked at Doctor Ma beside him. ”Doctor Ma, prepare a Ginseng-Aconite-Porkloin-Oyster Decoction, using a heavy dose of aconite at 150 grams, and add an additional fifty grams of cornus officinalis.”

Hearing Du Heng, Doctor Ma, already highly tense, quickly pulled a pen and paper from his pocket to take notes.

But when he heard the aconite dosage—one hundred and fifty grams—his note-taking hand trembled. He glanced at Du Heng, his eyes questioning, seeking confirmation of the amount.

He initially thought Du Heng might have misspoken, but Du Heng stated firmly, ”Just this house, this dosage. Be quick.”

Doctor Ma’s heart leaped. Over one hundred grams of aconite... that... that... Even if one favored large doses, this is aconite! And the amount of cornus officinalis isn’t small either.

But seeing Du Heng’s calm and resolute gaze, Doctor Ma asked no more questions. He quickly wrote down the prescription and dosage, confirmed it with Du Heng, and then hurried away.

But as he left, he looked at Du Heng again, his eyes filled with concern.

His concern was solely about Du Heng’s dosage; he had no doubts about the house itself.

The Ginseng-Aconite-Porkloin-Oyster Decoction primarily contained aconite, ginseng, white peony, and roasted licorice. The ’Porkloin’ and ’Oyster’ in its name referred to porkloin and oyster respectively.

In this house, aconite is highly pungent and hot, for covering yang and rescuing of counterflow; ginseng is sweet and warm, greatly tonifying the original qi to secure the foundation of what traditional medicine calls ’later heaven.’

Together, aconite and ginseng tonify qi and rescue yang. This provides the vital energy, the driving force for the functions of the five viscera and six bowels—precisely what the child desperately needed.

Porkloin and oyster anchor and preserve yang qi, preventing its unstable dissipation. They help consolidate qi to its origin and allow Yin and Yang to support each other. This makes them highly suitable for the child’s current condition of prostration, uncontrolled breathing, and severe, bull-like gasping.

Finally, the sour white peony and sweet licorice work to nourish Yin and subdue Yang, acting as harmonizing agents.

The addition of cornus officinalis, with its astringent and consolidating properties, was also appropriate to reinforce the effects of the porkloin and oyster.

However, a 150-gram dose of aconite was truly difficult to accept.

After Doctor Ma left with the noted prescription, Du Heng, outwardly calm, felt an unprecedented tremor in his heart.

He wracked his brain, drawing upon the knowledge that had suddenly appeared in his mind and all he had gleaned from books, yet he still felt a profound sense of helplessness regarding the child’s current state.

He had prescribed the appropriate medicine for the child’s condition, even in a massive dose, but this time, he lacked the unwavering confidence he’d felt on previous occasions when using large amounts of aconite.

A miracle... a miracle must happen.

All his decisions were correct, the medication perfectly suited the symptoms. He’d saved a life once before; he could surely do it again.

Du Heng silently bolstered his own resolve.

Watching Doctor Ma leave, Du Heng turned back to the child on the Sick bed. ”Go, bring me a set of Acupuncture needles.”

Du Heng’s voice was calm, yet the nurse beside him hesitated, glancing at him as if to confirm he was speaking to her.

Du Heng turned his head slightly and repeated softly, ”Didn’t you hear me? Bring a set of Acupuncture needles.”

”Oh, oh, yes, Dean.”

Meeting Du Heng’s cold gaze, the nurse shivered involuntarily and then scrambled out of the Emergency Room.

Director Cao took a gentle step forward and asked quietly, ”Dean, do you need us to administer any medication?”