This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

For such a traffic jam, Du Heng and Cao Binghe were relatively calm; at least they could maintain a stable demeanor on the surface.

However, for Director Lan, who was driving, it was torment.

At first, Du Heng thought Director Lan seemed like a successful middle-aged man with a somewhat refined temperament. However, as time went on, Du Heng gradually changed this opinion. It turns out that everyone is the same; they all have desires and emotions. When they are unhappy or frustrated, they might curse too.

It wasn’t until the car was parked at the hospital that Director Lan regained his refined demeanor.

”Professor Lan,” Du Heng whispered in Lan Changhua’s ear when they reached the hospital room. Unfortunately, Lan Changhua only responded with a faint hum and gave no other reaction.

Du Heng turned to look at Cao Binghe. ”What’s wrong?”

Cao Binghe nodded slightly and whispered, ”He’s been getting a bit confused these past few days.”

Du Heng turned back, gently touched Lan Changhua’s forehead, and asked, ”What’s his temperature? Is he sweating?”

”These days, his temperature fluctuates between 37.3 and 37.9 degrees Celsius every evening. It returns to normal after daybreak.”

Cao Binghe was very familiar with Lan Changhua’s condition and could immediately answer any question Du Heng asked. ”The sweating is similar. It’s fine during the day, but he sweats around midnight. However, the sweating isn’t excessive; there’s dampness, but not enough to wet one’s hands.”

With Cao Binghe’s answer, Du Heng had a rough idea of the diagnosis. However, this preliminary diagnosis made his heart sink.

Then, Du Heng checked Lan Changhua’s tongue coating and also took his pulse.

The tongue coating was yellow, thick, and greasy, and the pulse was smooth but weak.

The comprehensive diagnosis was spleen and kidney deficiency, unfavorable qi transformation, and turbid evils blocking the triple burner—a syndrome of evil reality and positive deficiency.

The problem was, his own diagnosis was basically the same as the two previous results Cao Binghe had mentioned in the car. If there was any difference, it was that his diagnostic statement was phrased differently and seemed to encompass both of their findings—it included everything. Could it be that the experts in the Capital Traditional Chinese Medical Circle had made a mistake, diagnosing only one aspect? He didn’t believe so.

After a moment of thought, Du Heng turned to Cao Binghe and asked, ”Dr. Cao, may I see Professor Lan’s previous diagnostic records?”

Cao Binghe immediately nodded. ”Of course, no problem. Wait here, I’ll get them from the office.” With that, Cao Binghe turned and left the hospital room.

Once Cao Binghe had gone, only Du Heng, Director Lan, and Director Lan’s sister remained in the room.

Director Lan’s sister signaled her brother with her eyes, urging him to ask the young doctor what he had figured out.

She was very curious to know what this impossibly young doctor, whom her father had been so fixated on, was truly capable of. Her first impression was that he seemed very unreliable—simply too young. She had never seen such a young, famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

Director Lan saw his sister’s signal. He himself also wanted to ask Du Heng what he had discovered.

He coughed lightly, and once he had Du Heng’s attention, he said softly, ”Dr. Du, about my father’s current condition...”

At that moment, Du Heng was rapidly analyzing Lan Changhua’s condition in his mind, giving no thought to other matters. To him, Director Lan’s question was just a normal inquiry from a family member.

”Professor Lan’s condition is block and repulsion disease, caused by spleen and kidney deficiency and unfavorable qi transformation, with turbid evils blocking the triple burner.” Fearing Director Lan might not understand, Du Heng immediately added, ”In other words, Professor Lan’s body is too weak, and the qi throughout his body isn’t flowing properly between his chest, upper abdomen, and lower abdomen.”

Director Lan instantly felt he had asked a futile question. Although he was the son of a National Chinese Medicine Master and considered himself part of the medical system, he still couldn’t understand what Du Heng said. Especially after receiving a modern education, he simply couldn’t grasp what this ”qi” Du Heng mentioned actually was. Moreover, he had thought more than once that if his father weren’t a renowned expert in traditional Chinese medicine, and if he hadn’t seen so many patients cured by his father, he might be a staunch opponent of traditional Chinese medicine by now. And there were quite a few people like that in their system.

Director Lan looked slightly embarrassed and asked again, ”Then Dr. Du, have you thought of a treatment method?”

As soon as Director Lan finished, his sister interjected, ”Are you confident?”

Hearing this, Du Heng was jolted from his thoughts slightly and couldn’t help but size up the siblings.

Although both were middle-aged, they had an outstanding presence and were clearly exceptional individuals.

However, their eyes now held a degree of distrust.

But what did that have to do with him? He had come out of respect for Professor Lan; it had little to do with the two people in front of him.

So, he merely glanced at them and said lightly, ”I’ll review the previous medical records before commenting further.” Then he fell back into his own thoughts.

He didn’t care whether the two people opposite him were satisfied with his answer.

They stood in silence for over ten minutes, until Cao Binghe, who had stepped out, finally returned.