This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

"Is anyone home?"

Du Heng stood at the door of a house and shouted loudly, but there was no response from inside except for the WOOF WOOF WOOF of a dog.

The door of this house was made of wood, with a fist-sized hole in it.

Through this hole, he could roughly see the situation inside.

Hearing the dog barking in the yard and noticing no lock on the door, Du Heng shouted again, "Is anyone there?" He then walked over and knocked forcefully on the door a few times, trying to alert the people inside that he was looking for them.

Still hearing no movement, Du Heng bent down, intending to peek through the hole in the door. Just as he did, a dog's muzzle thrust out from the inside.

Du Heng nearly had an intimate encounter with the dog's nose, which frightened him into retreating several steps.

In recent days, work at the Health Clinic had become more stable, and far fewer people were coming to see Du Heng. Moreover, the Health Clinic was short on beds; to continue admitting patients, they had to wait for previous ones to be discharged.

So Du Heng decided to use this time to finish the task Song Jiaying had given him.

This house today was the last one.

But given the current situation—no one home—he had made the trip in vain.

He should have gone to the village head first. But the village head of this village had been in a fight and nearly had his head split open with a hoe. He was still in the Municipal First Hospital.

The village doctor was an old man in his seventies, and Du Heng didn't dare to bother the elderly man, so he had to make the trip himself.

Startled by the dog and seeing it forcefully trying to squeeze its head out, Du Heng turned and retreated.

If that dog actually got out, I wouldn't be able to get away.

He definitely didn't have the courage to fight a dog.

It was still morning, and the weather wasn't very hot. He guessed the family might have gone to work in the fields, so he decided to go to his car and wait. They should be back around noon.

As he was walking, he caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flying out of the neighboring yard from the corner of his eye, heading straight for him.

Du Heng instinctively stopped. His head only had time to turn slightly before a cold wind whistled past his ear, and then, CLANG, something fell to the ground.

Du Heng looked at the object on the ground and couldn't help but swallow hard. His heart pounded wildly, as if it were about to leap out of his throat, and his legs trembled.

The thing that had fallen was a gleaming kitchen knife.

Du Heng hurriedly ran a few steps forward. As he passed the door of this house, he glanced back.

There were no sounds of scolding or quarreling from the yard, only a man and a woman locked in a silent struggle.

The woman held an ax, and the man desperately gripped her hand.

Even so, neither of them made a sound, just silently exerting their fierce will.

The man, however, seemed somewhat restrained, merely trying to control the woman. The woman, in contrast, was genuinely trying to kill the man, her grip on the ax incredibly tight.

Du Heng wanted to run, but he couldn't help stopping to look at the two people in the yard.

If the man lost his grip, with the way she was struggling now, she could definitely kill him. But if the man lost control, she'd be no match for him.

He might have ignored it if he hadn't seen it. But having witnessed it, he felt he couldn't just walk away, no matter who was in the right.

Du Heng turned and walked into their yard. The couple saw him too.

The man looked a bit embarrassed and started to loosen his grip, but as soon as the woman felt his hand slacken, she immediately aimed the ax at him again. She paid no attention whatsoever to Du Heng, who had just entered.

Du Heng was still shaken from the earlier kitchen knife incident, his heart not yet settled, so he didn't dare approach. If that ax gets thrown accidentally, I might not be lucky enough to dodge it a second time.

"You two, please, let's talk this out. Can you put the ax down first?" Du Heng said cautiously. "I'm the Dean of the Health Clinic. My name is Du Heng. Could you please put down your weapons and talk things over calmly?"

The woman with the ax still ignored Du Heng, solely focused on wrenching her hand free.

With an outsider present, the man felt increasingly awkward about holding on. But the woman's refusal to back down was also making him angry. He grabbed her arm, twisted it sharply, and threw her to the ground, snatching the ax away.

Du Heng thought the woman would calm down now. But, unexpectedly, she scrambled up from the ground and lunged at the man again, trying to snatch the ax from his hand.

Still, she didn't utter a single word.

The man, feeling his pride wounded, grew fierce. He shoved the woman hard, sending her stumbling back several steps.

But the woman was relentless. Pursing her lips, she charged at him once more. It was clear she wouldn't stop until one of them was dead.

Noticing the dangerous look on the man's face, Du Heng quickly ran forward and grabbed the charging woman.

However, she was still determined to fight, showing no signs of stopping. Lips pressed tight, she used all her strength to try and get at the man.

Even when Du Heng pulled her further away, she still kicked out violently towards him.

This woman was truly fierce, with such a volatile temper.

Not a word, just deadly intent.

What on earth could this man have done to provoke such a murderous rage?

Pulling the woman further back, Du Heng said, "Both of you, let's talk calmly. No knives or axes, please." Glancing at the ax in the man's hand, Du Heng figured the kitchen knife from earlier must have been thrown by the woman.

They both looked young, perhaps three or four years younger than Du Heng. Seeing the red "joy" characters for a wedding still on the door, he guessed they were newlyweds. But why would she resort to deadly force?

The woman, pulled away, turned her head to glare at Du Heng. In an eerily flat voice, she said, "There's nothing to talk about. Either I kill him today, or he kills me. One of us must die. Let go of me!"

My goodness, such intense animosity.

And her tone was so calm; she was truly resolved.

"Don't be impulsive," Du Heng urged, his grip tightening again after her words startled him. "There's nothing that can't be resolved. If it's that bad, you can get a divorce. It's not like divorce is impossible these days. Don't do anything rash."

The woman struggled fiercely, trying to wrench her hand free. "It can't be resolved! One of us has to die today! I've had enough of this life!"

So they really are a couple?

"Please don't! If it's not working out, you can get a divorce. It's not forbidden these days. Don't be so impulsive."

Seeing Du Heng firmly refusing to let go, the woman ceased her futile struggles. She stood still, as if gathering strength for another charge.

Du Heng looked at the man, who was still standing frozen with the ax in hand, and quickly said, "What are you just standing there for? Put that ax away!"

Only then did the man seem to remember the ax. He hurriedly tossed it into a small shed in the corner of the yard.