This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

Du Heng and Director Zhao focused their attention on Secretary Hao. Wasting no time, Secretary Hao stepped forward and said, ”Tell me what’s going on.”

”The car accident victim’s injuries are critical and untreatable. His heartbeat stopped five minutes ago. I need to confirm one more time: the car accident victim... is he really the husband of this teacher of yours?”

Secretary Hao frowned and nodded. ”Yes, he’s our Mr. Ding’s husband. I’ve met him a few times; I recognize him. It’s definitely him. But what’s the point of saying all this now that his heart has stopped beating?”

The Emergency Doctor glanced at Secretary Hao. ”If you can confirm it and are able to make the decision, then come and complete the formalities.”

The Emergency Doctor didn’t waste any more words, explained the situation directly, and then turned and walked out of Ding Yuxue’s cubicle.

Secretary Hao frowned deeply, hesitating for a moment before following.

Director Zhao, as if seeing an opportunity, hurriedly whispered, ”Secretary, perhaps I should go instead?”

Secretary Hao stopped abruptly and said with a serious expression, ”You can go. Besides, if you go, it will be easier to handle the subsequent procedures.”

After saying this, Secretary Hao took two steps back, and Director Zhao was momentarily stunned.

However, he was a slick character; after only a moment’s daze, he quickly hurried to catch up with the emergency doctor who had already departed.

Du Heng paid no mind to the interaction between Secretary Hao and Director Zhao. He just stood there with his arms crossed, one hand continuously stroking his chin.

About ten minutes after Ding Yuxue was compelled to take the medicine, she fell into a deep sleep, and her entire body relaxed.

Secretary Hao asked, somewhat confused, ”Mr. Du, this is...?”

”The medicine contains sedative and calming herbs. Professor Ding should be fine once she wakes up. However, when she does wake up, it would be best not to tell her about her husband’s situation. She cannot bear another shock.”

Du Heng’s words answered Director Hao’s question and also served as a reminder to Dr. Liu, who was standing nearby.

Then he said to them both, ”Secretary Hao, Dr. Liu, I’ll have to trouble you to look after Professor Ding. I have matters to attend to in my department, so I’ll head over there first. If anything comes up when Professor Ding wakes, just give me a call.”

With that, Du Heng bid farewell to them and left the Emergency Department.

Secretary Hao, feeling bored as well, also left the cubicle and went to discuss matters with the Director of the Emergency Department.

After both Du Heng and Secretary Hao had left, Dr. Liu frowned.

He hadn’t understood Du Heng’s earlier diagnosis, but he wouldn’t voice any objections because it was outside his expertise.

But for Du Heng to claim, merely by performing a pulse diagnosis, that Ding Yuxue was on her menstrual period and also experiencing amenorrhea—this made Dr. Liu feel rather skeptical.

After some thought, he called a nurse over, whispered a few words in her ear, and then stepped out of the cubicle.

About a minute later, the nurse’s voice was heard from the cubicle, and only then did Dr. Liu turn and re-enter.

As soon as he entered, Dr. Liu asked impatiently, ”Well? What’s the situation?”

The young nurse whispered, ”She is indeed on her menstrual period, but there are only very slight bloodstains.”

Dr. Liu frowned once more.

Was he really that skilled? Could he truly determine that just by lightly taking her pulse? But the facts were undeniable; he had no choice but to believe it. And because of this, he found himself looking forward to seeing Du Heng’s treatment.

However, at this moment, Du Heng’s mood was rather complicated.

His relationship with Ding Yuxue could hardly be described as harmonious, but seeing something like this happen, he genuinely felt bad. The most crucial part was, if the little boy started crying for his Mother later, what should he say?

While Du Heng was feeling down, Wu Shengnan was also in a foul mood.

This was because, in class today, their Teacher had presented a case study and asked everyone to analyze the perpetrator’s motive.

The case occurred in a residential complex, and its discovery was quite accidental.

There was a couple who had always been inseparable. However, over the past month, the security guard noticed that only the man had been entering and exiting the complex; the woman hadn’t been seen even once.

Perhaps others might have assumed the woman was away on a business trip or that the two had broken up.

But this security guard vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Because the apartment there belonged to the girl. If they had broken up, the man wouldn’t be visiting so frequently.

Moreover, the woman didn’t seem to be on a business trip, because every time the man came, he would bring a bouquet of fresh, vibrant lilies.

Once, the guard couldn’t resist asking, ”Sir, you change the flowers at your place quite often, don’t you?”

The man smiled and replied, ”My girlfriend loves lilies. Every time I give them to her, she hugs them and spins around, she’s overjoyed.”

Ordinarily, there would be nothing wrong with such an answer, but the guard felt it wasn’t right.

He had also noticed something else: on several occasions, he had seen only the man on the woman’s balcony, leisurely sipping wine, while the woman never made an appearance.

Finally, the guard couldn’t suppress his curiosity. After the man left again, he went to the woman’s apartment.

He knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no response from within. Yet, he was quite certain that the woman hadn’t gone out at all.

Furthermore, at the apartment door, he smelled a peculiar odor—a smell he couldn’t quite place, one that didn’t exist in his memory.

But at that moment, he had no good options and could only leave dejectedly.

When the man arrived again, the guard couldn’t stop himself from following.

He stood outside the apartment door, eavesdropping. But strangely, he only heard the man’s voice; he never heard the woman’s.

Yet the man inside the room seemed to be genuinely conversing with his girlfriend.

This time, the guard didn’t leave; he waited outside the apartment.

When the man opened the door to leave, the guard suddenly appeared, using the excuse that someone had complained about a water leak in the apartment and he needed to check it.

The man didn’t try to stop him and allowed him straight into the apartment.

However, when the guard got a clear view of the living room, he almost fainted from fright.

On the living room sofa lay a long, slender object tightly wrapped in plastic wrap. Upon closer inspection, it had the shape of a slim woman.

Even more horrifying, the man actually spoke to the ’mummy-like’ object, ”Keke, the guard says there’s a water leak in the apartment; he’s here to check.”

Keke was indeed the female homeowner’s name; the guard had heard the man call her that more than once while on duty at the main gate.

The guard rushed out of the apartment as if he’d gone mad. The first thing he did upon reaching the security booth was to call the police.

When the police arrived, they discovered that the female homeowner had been strangled to death a month prior. Afterward, her body had been dehydrated with a large quantity of salt and made into a dried corpse.

In the kitchen, they found her viscera, similarly preserved.

Fingerprints, traces of daily life, and surveillance footage of the man entering and exiting the complex all pointed to him as the culprit.

However, the man denied it, insisting the woman wasn’t dead and that he danced with her every time he visited.

But at this point, whether the man confessed or not was irrelevant; it could be made into an ironclad case without a confession.

What Wu Shengnan and her classmates had to analyze was this man’s motive for the crime.

This was typically normal class content. However, a rumor spread: students who performed exceptionally well today could finish their theoretical studies early. They would then be eligible to join the Department in the investigation of certain cases.

So, everyone, including Wu Shengnan, was giving it their all.

This wasn’t a huge deal; they just had to analyze it based on experience.

However, Classmate Gu, whom Du Heng had described as ’ill,’ started chattering incessantly in Wu Shengnan’s ear right after submitting her analysis. ”Wu, what did you write? I analyzed this murderer, and he must be a psychopath with a twisted mind. Otherwise, why would he think of dehydrating someone with three large bags of salt? And look at how he treated the internal organs... Eww, that’s so disgusting, I can’t talk about it.”

Though she claimed it was too disgusting, she still tirelessly chattered on in Wu Shengnan’s ear.

Wu Shengnan was already extremely annoyed. But firstly, they were in class, and secondly, Du Heng had said Classmate Gu was ill, so she pretended not to hear.

Finally, when she couldn’t bear the annoyance any longer, she said softly, ”The Teacher is starting to discuss the answers. Listen carefully.”