This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

But it often ended up being diagnosed as a stroke. In many cases, it was treated as such in the early stages. After the misuse of wind-dispersing medicine, the condition would indeed develop into what resembled a stroke.

Moreover, this situation is the most difficult to treat.

In my project group, patients with hemiplegia and chicken claw hands caused by improper treatment accounted for at least a third.”

Director Huang’s eyes widened. ”Really? Is drinking traditional Chinese medicine that dangerous?”

Du Heng shook his head. ”It’s not that drinking traditional Chinese medicine itself is dangerous. What’s dangerous is consuming traditional Chinese medicine prescribed without clear syndrome differentiation.

Just like Western medicine, traditional Chinese medicine also has requirements for correct usage and dosage.”

Hearing Du Heng’s explanation, Director Huang suddenly laughed. ”Indeed. Medicine itself isn’t right or wrong; the problem lies with the person administering it.”

Confident that there were no further issues, Director Huang’s attitude towards Du Heng warmed considerably. He gave a few instructions to the family members before preparing to leave with Du Heng.

Just then, the girl’s mother suddenly grabbed Du Heng’s arm. ”Doctor, will my daughter continue to vomit?” she asked, her voice laced with lingering fear as she looked at her daughter on the hospital bed.

The way her daughter had just vomited might seem normal to a doctor, but to her, each heave felt like her own heart was being wrenched.

Du Heng paused and said slowly, ”That was a stress reaction from her body suddenly absorbing the medicine’s properties after she drank it. Once this passes, she won’t vomit much.

However, she will pass stools containing pus and blood.

When you see this, don’t panic. It’s also a normal reaction.”

Reassured by the explanation, the woman seemed to finally understand. ”Thank you, Doctor. I understand now. As long as my daughter doesn’t vomit blood, that’s good. It was too terrifying to watch.”

This time, Du Heng and Director Huang finally left the ward.

They had just left the ward when an irritating voice erupted from behind them, ”Where’s my cola? I want a cola! An ice-cold cola! Are you blind? My mouth tastes awful from all that vomiting!”

The grating voice made Du Heng instinctively shake his head, and he couldn’t help but glance back at Director Huang.

Director Huang understood Du Heng’s unspoken question immediately. With a wry smile, he said, ”I know this family. The mother is a colleague of my wife. That child has been spoiled rotten since she was little.

Anyway, in the few times I’ve encountered her, I’ve witnessed some of her rather unpleasant behavior.”

Du Heng shrugged, offering no comment, but the scene did trigger a memory.

「One day in January of this year.」

Du Heng had just finished observing the trial of several professional medical troublemakers, his heart still heavy with sadness for the little boy involved, when he received a call from the Acting Director of the Pediatrics Department.

”What’s wrong?” Upon arriving at the Pediatrics Department, Du Heng saw an elderly woman, a middle-aged woman, and a young boy in the consultation room. He immediately had a good grasp of the situation.

The Acting Director of the Pediatrics Department whispered, ”This child often suffers from indigestion. His mother and grandmother brought him for a check-up.”

Du Heng raised an eyebrow. ”Is the child unwilling, or is his grandmother?”

The Acting Director of the Pediatrics Department replied with a wry smile, ”They wanted to do a gastroscope on the child, but he’s unwilling. His grandmother keeps indulging him, and the mother is too mild-tempered; she can never manage her son.”

”So, why did you call me over?”

”They’ve been causing such a scene that I can’t see the other patients waiting,” the acting director said, looking at Du Heng. ”I figured, since the child refuses the examination, perhaps you, as the Dean, could use traditional Chinese medicine methods to check him.

Please, just get them seen to quickly so I can attend to the other patients.”

Du Heng considered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

When Du Heng sat down and called the family of three back in, the boy, upon hearing it was traditional Chinese medicine and would only involve taking his pulse, cooperated very well with Du Heng.

He was also very polite towards Du Heng.

The matter was resolved amicably in just a few minutes.

The mother led the child, with the grandmother following, slowly towards the consultation room door. Du Heng also rose, preparing to leave.

However, just as the mother reached the doorway, she suddenly turned to the child. ”Baby, since we’re already at the hospital, why don’t we go ahead with the gastroscope?

That way, the doctor can get a clearer look. What do you say?”

The boy immediately looked impatient and gave his mother a shove. ”Stop fussing! Let’s go!”

The grandmother, trailing behind, also chimed in, ”The doctor has already examined him. A gastroscope is so uncomfortable; don’t torment the child any further.”

The mother, at the front, staggered from the push but still stopped and turned, intending to say more.

But to her surprise, the boy behind her gave her no chance to speak. He pushed her again, forcefully, sending her stumbling out of the consultation room door.

This time, the mother couldn’t maintain her balance. She stumbled and crashed into the corridor wall before collapsing to the ground.

What happened next astonished Du Heng.

He watched as the boy simply stepped over his fallen mother, turned, and walked away coolly.

The grandmother, following behind, merely remarked calmly, ”Look, you’ve upset the child.” Then, she too followed the boy as he walked off.

Du Heng quickly stepped forward and helped the fallen woman to her feet. ”Are you alright? Would you like me to take a look?”

The woman gave an embarrassed smile, brushed off her trousers, and then hurried after them.

Du Heng recalled this incident because something similar had happened before his eyes on two separate occasions.

The characters involved were almost identical, and the outcomes were broadly similar.

In one case, the child walked away without a second glance; in the other, there was physical violence.

One displayed cold indifference, the other outright aggression—both teenagers targeting their mothers.

So, hearing the girl in the hospital bed yelling at the mother who was caring for her didn’t surprise Du Heng in the slightest.

This societal trend wasn’t confined by geography—it didn’t matter if it was the Capital or an inland region, or if the economy was strong or weak.

When children are raised as if they are superiors to their parents, such outcomes are hardly surprising.

Director Huang offered a brief explanation, clearly not wanting to dwell on the matter. ”Ah, Director Du, it’s lunchtime. Shall we go eat together?

I’ve got a bellyful of questions I’d love to discuss with you. I wonder if you have the time?”

Du Heng, of course, wouldn’t refuse such an invitation.

No one would turn down the chance to make more friends, especially someone like Director Huang.

Besides, even if he declined, he still needed to eat.

Moreover, Director Huang had switched from calling him Deputy Director Du to Director Du. This was a show of respect, and Du Heng couldn’t fail to reciprocate.

This conversation ended up consuming their entire lunch break. They only parted ways, somewhat reluctantly, when it was time to return to work in the afternoon.

Du Heng went to the outpatient service to take over Director Wu’s director consultions, while Director Huang returned to his office to attend to his own matters.

The patient volume at Good Friend Hospital was in a completely different league compared to the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital, or even Provincial First Hospital.

Even in the afternoon, the number of patients for Du Heng’s director consultions hadn’t decreased at all.

If this were in Jinzhou, the outpatient service would be quite sparse in the afternoon. Even at Provincial First Hospital or the first affiliated hospital of JZU, it would be much the same.

Furthermore, Director Wu had been delayed by a consultation that morning, resulting in a backlog of more than ten patients. Now, all these patients fell to Du Heng.

No doubt about it, he had to clean up his boss’s mess.

Then again, Du Heng had been working at this renowned Capital hospital for a month now, and the cases he encountered weren’t vastly different from those in Jinzhou.

To Du Heng, some patients’ conditions seemed incredibly straightforward. Even Wu Buwei or Li Shuxun could have handled them with ease.

Yet, these people insisted on traveling vast distances to the Capital, going through the hassle of securing a director’s consultation at Good Friend Hospital, only for their treatment to conclude after a brief exchange.

Were they overly anxious about their health?

Too much money?

Too much free time?

Or was it that their local areas truly lacked any reliable traditional Chinese medicine practitioners?

The more contact Du Heng had, the more he realized that it was a combination of all these factors for these people.

In their minds, the standard of medical care in the Capital was simply superior to that in their local areas.

However, some among them truly had no other recourse and had come to the Capital to try their luck.

Sigh.