This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

Director Zhao glanced at Du Heng and then slowly took a step back, smiling as he said, ”Yes, I wish him luck in finding a new job soon.”

Du Heng let out a light chuckle and then left with his things.

”Principal Wang, you’re looking for me?”

”Mr. Du is here, please sit.” Wang Pan showed unprecedented enthusiasm towards Du Heng, who had just entered the room.

He had already decided on Du Heng as the cornerstone, the rock of the school for the next thirty, even fifty years, which meant he acknowledged Du Heng’s current abilities.

But he never expected that Du Heng’s single treatment would leave such a perfect impression on all the gurus.

Everyone ages, everyone dies, but nobody is willing to accept the fact that they’re getting old or that they’re going to die.

And with just one treatment, Du Heng showed them that someone could save lives and prolong them.

As long as they weren’t foolish, and as long as Du Heng didn’t make a fatal mistake, Du Heng’s future was visibly bright.

This development gave Wang Pan at least thirty percent more confidence in next year’s operations.

So when Du Heng walked in, Wang Pan not only expressed his enthusiasm verbally but also in his actions, as he personally made a cup of tea for Du Heng.

Regardless of whether Du Heng would drink it or not, the tea had to be made.

”Mr. Du, the school will be fully on vacation in another week. I have already made arrangements for what we discussed earlier. How are your time adjustments coming along?”

After they sat down, Wang Pan couldn’t wait to get to the purpose of calling Du Heng over this time.

Looking at the steaming hot teacup in front of him, Du Heng felt a bit uneasy inside.

With the summer vacation about to start, being served such a hot cup of tea—was he supposed to drink it or not?

It smelled quite nice, but considering the current temperature, he’d much prefer a cup of cold water.

Ah, what a pity for such aromatic tea leaves.

After silently griping for a moment, Du Heng smiled and looked at Wang Pan, ”No worries, I’ve already discussed with our Director and the time has been set.

We’re just waiting for the notice from your side, Principal Wang. Once the time is set, I’m ready to go at any moment.”

Wang Pan was quite pleased with this response from Du Heng; it showed that Du Heng took his words seriously, ”That’s good, that’s good.

Once the school is officially on vacation, which is July 13th, we’ll set off. The first stop is Hu Zhou’s Fudan Medical College, and the first lecture is on July 15th.”

Du Heng made a sound of acknowledgment, ”Will Professor Ding Zhankui be attending?”

”Of course, he’s the one who helped pave the way for this lecture.”

”And what’s the topic of the lecture? Are there any specific requirements? I have some time over the next few days, so I can prepare in advance.”

”They don’t have any special requirements, just what we talked about before, regarding strokes.” Wang Pan became more earnest when discussing the specific content.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Pan added, ”But your audience this time won’t be students specializing in traditional Chinese medicine; they’re from the Comprehensive Medical College. So, it’s best for your lecture content not to be too technical—keep it simple and understandable.”

Du Heng nodded. Just as he was about to speak, a call came through in his pocket.

Apologizing to Wang Pan, Du Heng picked up the phone, but after listening for just a few moments, his expression changed, ”Okay, I’ll be right there.”