This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

Du Heng’s surprised tone caught the attention of Wu Shengnan, who was beside him. She couldn’t help but turn her head, looking at Du Heng’s ashen face with astonishment.

Wu Shengnan quickly sat up and whispered, ”Husband, what’s wrong?”

But Du Heng didn’t respond to Wu Shengnan. Instead, he spoke coldly into the phone, ”Take down the banner. Get those people into the meeting room. Ask them who they are and what they want. Keep them there. I’m turning around now; I’ll be there in about five minutes.”

After hanging up, Du Heng cursed in front of Wu Shengnan for the first time. ”****.” He couldn’t control his emotions as a wave of fury surged through him.

Wu Shengnan was also shocked by Du Heng’s sudden vulgarity. This was the first time she had seen him lose his composure like this. She asked even more cautiously, ”Husband, please don’t be angry. Tell me what’s wrong?”

Du Heng gripped the steering wheel with both hands and took two deep breaths, finally suppressing the anger welling up inside him.

”Something’s happened at the hospital. I have to go back and deal with it. You drive the car home; I’ll take a taxi myself.” Du Heng tried to compose himself, endeavoring not to appear too agitated.

But this state of his only made Wu Shengnan more worried. ”I’ll go back with you.”

Du Heng shook his head firmly. ”No, you don’t need to. You wouldn’t be able to help with hospital matters anyway.”

With that, Du Heng got out of the car, leaving the driver’s seat for Wu Shengnan. ”You drive back. I’ll take a taxi to the hospital.”

However, Wu Shengnan didn’t accept Du Heng’s plan.

She also got out of the car and gently pushed Du Heng towards the driver’s seat. ”Alright, you drive back quickly. If you’re not going home, then I’ll just go straight to work. There’s still a lot to do at my workplace.”

Du Heng heaved a heavy sigh. He didn’t object to Wu Shengnan’s suggestion. After a brief pause, he said, ”Alright then. Be careful on the road.”

Wu Shengnan nodded. ”You too. Don’t get too worked up. There’s a solution to everything.”

”I know. Don’t worry.” Du Heng said nothing more and drove off.

Arriving back at the hospital, Du Heng immediately found Vice Dean Zhang. ”Have you confirmed who they are?”

Vice Dean Zhang frowned, saying indignantly, ”They refuse to say. They insist on waiting for you, the Dean, before they talk.”

”How many of them are there?”

”Five. Two men and three women.” Vice Dean Zhang frowned again. ”It’s strange. Doctor Ma came to look, and he said he’s never seen any of them.”

Du Heng closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then walked towards his office. ”Alright, I’ll go meet this group.”

Stepping into the office, Du Heng scanned the room. He didn’t recognize any familiar faces among them, which caused his anger to subside slightly.

”Everyone, I am Du Heng, the Dean of this hospital. If you have something to say, you can say it now.” Du Heng walked to the front, placed his hands on the tabletop, and stared coldly at the two men and three women before him.

From their appearances, these individuals shared no common features, making them seem unrelated by blood, although it couldn’t be ruled out that one man and one woman among them formed a couple. Moreover, observing their attitudes—some displaying sadness, others indignation, and some outright fury—it all seemed rather staged. Upon closer inspection, the performance felt a little too deliberate. Instantly, even before they spoke, a strong suspicion formed in Du Heng’s mind: this time, he might be dealing with professional troublemakers.

”You’re Du Heng, right? Were you the one who treated Lock Lock?” the man sitting at the front began, his tone accusatory.

Du Heng’s eyes flickered. ”Who is this Lock Lock you’re referring to?”

The man appeared very angry and shot to his feet. ”The child with leukemia! You’re truly cold-blooded. How could you forget someone you killed so quickly?”

Du Heng’s expression turned icy in an instant, but he quickly reined in his erupting anger. ”I know the Lock Lock you’re referring to.”

Du Heng swept a cold gaze over them. ”Then who are all of you? Introduce yourselves first, then we can talk further.”

A flicker of excitement crossed the face of the man who had just spoken. To him, Du Heng’s lack of immediate denial was a sign of a ’guilty conscience.’ However, he concealed it well; the excited expression was fleeting. If one weren’t watching him intently, it would have been unnoticeable. But, unfortunately for the man, Du Heng was watching him intently and had registered every change in his expression. This further solidified Du Heng’s certainty about who these people were.

But another question arose in Du Heng’s mind: who had they colluded with? Could it really be... that man?

Just as this doubt surfaced in Du Heng’s mind, the man at the front spoke, ”My surname is Ren. I am Lock Lock’s maternal uncle.”

Maternal uncle? This claim was somewhat unexpected for Du Heng.

What surprised Du Heng even more was that after the man finished speaking, he casually pulled several documents from his pocket. ”This is my sister’s divorce certificate from Fan Bangjun, and this is our family’s Household Register. If you don’t believe me, you can take a look.”

Du Heng, of course, took them to look. But he couldn’t really tell if they were genuine or fake. However, the name of the woman listed on the Household Register indeed matched the name on the divorce certificate.