This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

However, Du Heng, who had left the building, also wiped a cold sweat from his brow.

Today's incident was pure luck, like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse. The other party just wasn't mentally tough, and I got incredibly lucky. But what if I run into someone truly stubborn? It seems being a good person isn't something you can do casually. Once you step away from your own turf, it's best to lay low when necessary.

By the time he returned to the Health Clinic, it was noon. The entire morning had been wasted.

In the afternoon, after completing their treatments, they returned to the Department. Wu Buwei then wanted to ask Du Heng about some things he had been pondering for several days. However, just as Wu Buwei took out his book, a commotion started in the Hall, and Wang Zhenzhen's voice could be heard amidst the chatter. Du Heng didn't pay much attention, assuming it was just someone arguing about fees while trying to pay.

However, he had only exchanged a few words with Wu Buwei when the noise outside grew louder. The tone didn't sound like a patient's family member paying a bill or a patient asking questions; it sounded more like people intentionally causing trouble.

Du Heng felt a surge of annoyance. He had just dealt with one troublemaker this morning, and now another one had appeared. Is it true that misfortunes never come singly? Do I really have to attract trouble like this?

"Buwei, let's discuss this later. We should go out and see what's happening."

Du Heng was quite irritated. Without waiting to see if Wu Buwei was following, he strode towards the Hall. Wu Buwei didn't stay in the office either; he put down his book and followed Du Heng out.

In the Hall, three young men looked furious. One was practically lunging at Wang Zhenzhen, yelling, "Enough talk! Get your doctor out here! My brother has diarrhea. He's been taking your medicine for two days and isn't getting any better. Now he can barely even get up! If it's not your fault, whose is it?"

The young man was forcing Wang Zhenzhen to back away step by step. The Pharmacy Doctor quickly stepped in front of her. "Please, let's discuss this calmly," the Pharmacy Doctor said. "If it's our mistake, we will certainly admit it."

"Admit it? Good! Then hurry up and compensate us! I need to take my brother to a Big Hospital! Quickly!"

As Du Heng came around the corner, he took in the scene in the Hall. Besides the three aggressive young men at the front, another young man was slumped on a chair behind them. He looked extremely weak, his face pale, and he was completely limp.

"What's all this commotion about?" Du Heng asked, his voice firm.

Seeing Du Heng, Wang Zhenzhen visibly sagged with relief and quickly moved to stand behind him, her tension easing slightly. Hearing Du Heng's voice, the Pharmacy Doctor also stepped aside. "Dean," he said, "it looks like they're here to make trouble."

This remark angered the young man, who lunged forward. "What did you say? What do you mean, 'make trouble'?" The young man instantly became belligerent, and the two others with him glared and moved to surround them.

Du Heng frowned. "What exactly is going on here?"

He had just asked when Wu Buwei spoke up from behind him, "Senior, I know what happened."

Du Heng turned to look at Wu Buwei. "Go on," he said quietly.

Before Wu Buwei could speak, the leader of the young men pointed at him and shouted, "Yes, it was you! My brother saw you for treatment! Why are you hiding back there? Feeling guilty, are you?"

The young man's finger was almost in Du Heng's face, forcing Du Heng to take a step back. "Sir," Du Heng said, his voice calm but firm, "are you here to resolve an issue, or to cause trouble?"

"Of course I'm here to resolve an issue! My brother can't even get up now! What are you going to do about it?" the young man retorted, looking Du Heng up and down. "And who are you?"

"I am the Dean of this Health Clinic. Since you're here to resolve the issue, perhaps you could first allow me to understand the situation?"

The young man wasn't entirely unreasonable. He just snorted angrily and shot Wu Buwei a fierce glare. "Fine, ask your questions."

Wu Buwei stepped forward and gestured to the young man on the chair. "This Patient came for treatment yesterday morning. He reported that the night before last, he and some others had a gathering where they drank a large amount of iced beer and ate a lot of store-bought cooked food and barbecue. He started having diarrhea in the middle of that night, felt very thirsty, and the diarrhea worsened after drinking water. They took their own diarrhea medication, both Western medicine and Chinese patent medicine, but it wasn't very effective. When he came to our Health Clinic yesterday morning, I examined him and diagnosed it as food-induced diarrhea. Considering the Patient had already taken Chinese patent medicine and Western medicine, I prescribed a Decoction."

After listening to Wu Buwei's account, Du Heng thought that based on the description, a diagnosis of food-induced diarrhea should be straightforward, and there shouldn't be any major issues. However, the Patient's current condition clearly indicated that Wu Buwei's prescription hadn't worked.

Did Wu Buwei make a mistake with the prescription? Du Heng recalled seeing a prescription for diarrhea when he was signing off on them yesterday afternoon. Could I have been careless and missed something?

"Everyone, let's discuss this in the office. May I take a look at the prescription?" Du Heng suggested.

"Fine," the leader of the group said nonchalantly. He had the other two help the sick young man up, and they all headed towards the Chinese Medicine Department's office.

In the office, Du Heng quickly found the disease record Wu Buwei had created for the Patient the previous day. After reviewing it meticulously, Du Heng confirmed that, according to the record, Wu Buwei's diagnosis and prescribed treatment were appropriate.

But why wasn't the Patient improving? Was the diagnosis incorrect? Perhaps the Patient had withheld some information, or maybe Wu Buwei hadn't been thorough enough in his examination?

Just as Du Heng was mulling this over and preparing to perform a Check-up on the Patient himself, Wu Buwei suddenly interjected, "Oh, that's right! They didn't get their medicine from our Pharmacy. They just took the prescription and left."

Du Heng's head snapped around. "What do you mean?"

"They're workers from the Aluminum Door and Window Factory downstairs. They have to work during the day, so they couldn't come here to pick up the medicine. They said it would be more convenient to take the prescription to the clinic near their factory gate to get the herbs and have them prepare the decoction there. So, I let them do that."

The leader of the group looked displeased. However, knowing Du Heng was the Dean, he reined in his temper somewhat, not as aggressive as he'd been in the Hall. "What are you trying to say? The doctor at that clinic filled the prescription exactly as you wrote it, and we followed your instructions for taking the medicine. Are you trying to shift responsibility now?"

Wu Buwei started to explain, but Du Heng raised a hand to stop him. He then addressed the young man, "We can discuss that particular point later. How about we focus on solving your friend's current problem first?"

"How do you propose to solve it?"

"By curing him, of course. I will examine him and prescribe a new treatment. Besides, your friend's condition seems quite serious right now, and delaying treatment won't do him any good."

The young man turned and conferred with his companions in hushed tones for a moment. Then, he faced Du Heng again. "We're not looking to make trouble. The most important thing is that my brother gets better."

Du Heng nodded. He then rose and began to perform a Check-up on the Patient. As he did so, however, his brow furrowed. After completing the Check-up, he was inwardly certain: Wu Buwei's initial examination and prescription had been correct.

So, if the Patient had taken the medicine for two days without any improvement, the problem must lie with that other clinic.

However, Du Heng kept this thought to himself for the moment.