This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

After hearing Ding Yuxue’s words, Du Heng could generally understand why she possessed such strong mental fortitude.

Just from the incidents she described, Du Heng estimated that if an ordinary person had experienced them, they would have either gone mad or become a psychopath long ago.

The fact that Ding Yuxue had remained a normal person thus far demonstrated a resilience not commonly found. This resilience was entirely a product of her mother’s high-intensity control and perverse methods of management, which had inadvertently forged it.

However, upon reflection, there seemed to be a flaw in this logic. Could it not be argued that without her mother’s high-pressure management, the current tragedy might never have occurred, and Ding Yuxue would not have had to endure such suffering? If she hadn’t needed to suffer, what use was this exceptional mental resilience then?

Contradictory?

Du Heng shook his head. It was indeed quite contradictory.

However, in the end, this was all their family affair. Given his position, listening to gossip was the extent of his involvement. So, halfway through her account, he excused himself to find Dr. Liu and complete the department transfer procedures.

The transfer process was straightforward. Before long, Ding Yuxue was settled into a hospital room in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Internal Medicine Department, placed together with her son.

As for her reunion with her mother, it wasn’t as volatile as previously suggested, not quite like fire and water. But to call it harmonious would be an overstatement. Because it was evident, even without careful observation, that since Ding Yuxue and her mother had reunited, both were consciously restraining themselves, struggling to avoid expressing their true feelings. This made their interactions very awkward.

But even amidst the awkwardness, they successfully avoided any outright conflict.

Furthermore, the little boy was undeniably adorable. His enthusiastic cries of ”Grandma!” and ”Grandpa!” upon meeting his maternal grandparents for the first time did much to ease the tension between Ding Yuxue and her mother.

At the same time, leaders from the school also made appearances at the hospital from time to time. They came with the intention of both checking on Ding Yuxue’s condition and fostering a connection with Ding Zhankui.

Many visitors came, representing various levels, yet no one of a status comparable to Ding Zhankui’s appeared.

Could it be that the Capital University of Traditional Chinese Medicine had no academicians of guru status? That was definitely not the case; the Capital University of Traditional Chinese Medicine not only had such individuals but boasted two of them.

Moreover, these individuals were not only academicians but also experts in the Capital Health Group and held the title of National Medical Master—an honor Ding Zhankui had yet to achieve.

But the very title of National Medical Master also highlighted the issue: the two gurus at the Capital University of Traditional Chinese Medicine were no longer young.

And what did age signify? Beyond indicating their extensive experience and high seniority, it also implied they were living on borrowed time.

To have someone of their stature visit Ding Zhankui in the hospital was unrealistic; similarly, Ding Zhankui wouldn’t dare presume to receive such a visit.

This was also why the Capital University of Traditional Chinese Medicine had extended such generous terms to Du Heng, despite his origins in an underdeveloped inland region.

The university wasn’t short of good teachers or faculty with research capabilities; what they lacked were individuals who could truly distinguish themselves and spearhead high-end, challenging research projects.

Should those two seniors pass away, the Capital University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, despite being a leader in its field, would find itself without a top figure. In a few years, it would inevitably be surpassed by several other cunning rivals if it couldn’t cultivate a new guru.

Therefore, they now needed to seize every opportunity to cultivate their own guru.

As for poaching talent? Heh, at the academician level, what could one possibly use to lure them away?

So, nurturing their own was the most reliable path.

Initially, Lan Changhua had been the prime candidate. However, since his injury at the end of the year before last, his health had been declining daily. Now at seventy years of age, pouring vast resources into elevating him further was deemed an unwise investment, as the returns wouldn’t justify the cost.

With Lan Changhua no longer a viable option, looking down the line revealed a lack of other suitable talent. Some were excellent educators but lacked practical application skills. Others possessed passable clinical abilities but were deficient in research capabilities. Then there were those who contributed little of value, merely coasting along.

So, there was a dire shortage of people.

Meanwhile, Lan Changhua had also come to terms with the reality that his health was failing. Du Heng’s timely appearance thus allowed matters to proceed smoothly and logically.

Du Heng presented an ideal candidate. He had a straightforward background, free from significant conflicts of interest. While his local connections were modest, his personal skills were exceptional. He was young, already possessed a degree of social influence, and, most importantly, he was spearheading a major project that was on the verge of becoming a cash cow. Consequently, recruiting Du Heng aligned best with everyone’s interests.

During this period, Du Heng and Ding Zhankui’s relationship had indeed grown much closer. However, their interactions involved few academic discussions. More frequently, Du Heng sought Ding Zhankui’s counsel on project management, especially concerning the reasonable operation of large-scale initiatives.

Currently, Du Heng was managing largely by relying on his intuition and Li Jianwei’s advice. However, he had firsthand experience of the myriad trivial yet demanding details involved.

Perhaps out of gratitude towards Du Heng, a genuine liking for the young man, or a combination of both, Ding Zhankui answered all of Du Heng’s questions without reservation.