This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

Wu Buwei's statement echoed some of Du Heng's own speculations.

"There is indeed such a possibility. With enough accumulation, the profit would be terrifying."

"I remember that radix inulae and sojutsu var. look very similar after slicing. Non-professionals can hardly tell the difference. Furthermore, their medicinal effects are similar, so even if they were to swap one for the other, they wouldn't be afraid of being discovered."

Wu Buwei looked at Du Heng. "Senior brother, what do you plan to do about this?"

Du Heng shook his head gently, not continuing on that topic. Instead, he pointed to the decoction room. "If you don't want to read, go get the medicine. Let the patient take it, and then they can go home."

The patient's initial condition wasn't severe, but issues with the medication had delayed recovery and led to this situation.

Now, with both Decoction medicine and acupuncture, the patient's condition was brought under control after two rounds of treatment.

After the patient drank the second dose of the Decoction and was observed for another half an hour, Du Heng sent them home once he confirmed there were no further issues.

When the young man leading the group was about to leave, he offered to take the remaining Medicine Ingredients. Du Heng figured he had no use for them, so he didn't object and let the young man repack and take them.

After returning home, Du Heng and Wang Shuqiu had dinner at their Sister-in-law's place before going back to their own home.

Wang Shuqiu had recently become obsessed with TV dramas and would watch them whenever she had free time. Du Heng, however, couldn't get into them at all and went to the living room to read his book.

DING DONG.

DING DONG.

Wang Shuqiu, engrossed in her TV drama on the bed, Took a Look when she heard Du Heng's Mobile phone chime with a message. Not wanting to move, she simply shouted, "Phone!"

Du Heng's voice came from the living room, "Can you check it for me? I'm washing my feet."

Wang Shuqiu reluctantly tore her eyes from the TV drama on her own Mobile phone, then quickly picked up Du Heng's and glanced at the screen.

But after reading it, she forgot all about her beloved TV drama. Taking Du Heng's Mobile phone, she got off the bed.

"Why are you borrowing money?"

A Mobile phone was suddenly thrust in front of Du Heng, blocking his view of the book.

Glancing at the message on the Mobile phone, he realized it was from Dong Yuezhang, along with a transfer notification.

Wang Shuqiu, still holding the Mobile phone, pressed him again, her voice full of doubt, "Hurry up and tell me, why are you borrowing money? If you urgently need it, I still have a little."

Wang Shuqiu had seen Dong Yuezhang's transfer notification and the accompanying message. So much for the surprise. Du Heng gently touched Wang Shuqiu's cheek and confessed, "Well, we're planning to get married, aren't we? I wanted to buy a house to surprise you. But I don't have enough money, so I thought about borrowing some from my brothers to make a down payment for a house."

Upon hearing this, Wang Shuqiu didn't feel surprised but asked worriedly, "Buy a house? Do you have that much money? Besides, I don't need one. We can just live at home after we get married. Why spend money unnecessarily?"

"I just wanted to give you a surprise."

"No need. Hurry up and return the money to them. We should live within our means; there's no need to spend money unnecessarily. Besides, Tingting will be starting University soon. Aren't you going to help Big brother out a bit? You were raised by your Big brother and Sister-in-law; you can't be so thoughtless."

Du Heng put down the book in his hand and pulled Wang Shuqiu into his arms. "You don't need to worry about money. Besides my hospital salary, I also have a part-time job now."

Wang Shuqiu casually asked, "How much do you make?"

"100,000 yuan."

Wang Shuqiu was surprised for a moment. "Per year?"

"Per month."

"Per month?" Wang Shuqiu suddenly shot up from Du Heng's arms.

Her sudden movement as she sat up made Du Heng let out a muffled groan.

Wang Shuqiu quickly eased off him, carefully rubbing the spot. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

Du Heng sucked in a sharp breath, gritting his teeth. "Be careful, that really hurts."

"I said I wasn't paying attention." Wang Shuqiu said sheepishly, continuing to gently rub the sore spot. "Are you serious? Really 100,000 yuan a month?"

Du Heng reached out and patted her hand away. "Don't rub it; it makes it hurt more." Then, gritting his teeth, he said, "Of course, it's true. Why would I lie to you?"

With Du Heng's affirmative answer, Wang Shuqiu suddenly slapped his thigh. Du Heng cried out 'Ow!' again. "Are you crazy? Why did you hit me?"

"Are you dense?"

"What's wrong with me now?" Du Heng rubbed his aching thigh.

Wang Shuqiu looked at Du Heng, exasperated. "Look at you! You earn 100,000 yuan a month! With our salaries combined, we could buy a house outright in just one year. Yet you're borrowing money and planning to get a mortgage, owing favors and paying interest. Tell me, aren't you being dense?"

Du Heng paused, stunned. It seemed Wang Shuqiu had a point.

Could it be that I am really being dense?

No, it must be that love has muddled my mind.

Du Heng silently tried to rationalize his decision.

Wang Shuqiu looked at the dazed Du Heng and, annoyed, slapped his thigh again. "Why are you standing there in a daze? Hurry up and return the money to them!" With a huff, she then skipped back to the inner room.

Du Heng rubbed his thigh a few times, then clutched his groin, sighing twice.

Dammit, this was supposed to be a good thing. How did it end up making me so miserable?

「The night passed without a word.」

The next morning, neither of them mentioned the previous night's events. However, the lingering smile in Wang Shuqiu's eyes showed her excitement hadn't faded.

Arriving at the Health Clinic, Du Heng's first task was to check on Yang Yuansheng.

After a simple Check-up, Du Heng asked Yang Yuansheng, "How are you feeling today?"

Yang Yuansheng slowly sat up in his Sick bed, a slight smile appearing on his face. "Much better. My stomach doesn't hurt as much, and it doesn't feel as bloated anymore."

Yu Haiting, who was on the ward round with Du Heng, was also amazed. He truly hadn't expected that after just two doses of Du Heng's medicine, a patient with stage-four liver cirrhosis would show such a gradual reduction in ascites.

"How was breakfast?"

"When I woke up This morning, I felt really hungry. I ate three buns and drank a bowl of porridge, and I feel much better now." Yang Yuansheng looked at Du Heng gratefully. "I haven't eaten like this since the ascites started. Before, even if I did eat, I'd lose my appetite after just a bite or two."

Du Heng nodded and said to Wu Buwei, who was behind him, "Add medlar, cuscuta seeds, epimedium, and psoralen—the kidney four agents—plus walnuts. Continue to tonify the kidney qi."

Wu Buwei took out his small notebook, jotted it down, and asked, "Senior brother, what's the dosage?"

"Continue taking it three times a day."

"Okay, Senior brother, I've noted it down."

After answering Wu Buwei, Du Heng turned back to Yang Yuansheng. "The results are quite good. Make sure to take your medicine on time."

"Thank you, Doctor Du. I definitely will."

"Also, when you feel up to it, take a walk in the courtyard and get some exercise. But remember, don't go outside the clinic grounds, and don't go into the building opposite."

Yang Yuansheng knew his illness was contagious, so he quickly nodded in agreement, not wanting to cause any trouble for Du Heng or the Health Clinic.