This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

However, Du Heng wasn’t particularly bothered by Wu Shengnan’s attitude, as he had never entertained the thought of anything developing between them.

He casually asked again, ”Living alone must be inconvenient in many ways, right?” As he spoke, he glanced at the young nanny who had accompanied them.

It seemed unrealistic for this nanny to care for Sir Wu Zhong and then also look after Wu Shengnan. ”Will your mother or sister-in-law come over?” he asked.

Wu Shengnan had quite a temper and was still fuming. ”They’re not coming, and you don’t need to concern yourself with me.”

Rebuffed again, Du Heng didn’t get angry; he just felt a bit helpless, even amused. They were only supposed to be in a fake relationship, so why create drama as if they were a real couple?

”Well, it’s still early. I might as well find a nanny for you, someone to help with the cooking and cleaning.”

”Thank you for your concern, but I can cook and clean for myself. I don’t need any help.”

Wu Shengnan, even with an injured leg, remained as strong-willed as ever.

Du Heng gave a slight, strained smile and then fell silent.

The atmosphere between them was a little stifling. One sat on the sofa, fuming over some unknown grievance, while the other stood idly in the living room, gazing about aimlessly.

Sir Wu Zhong stood up with his cane and chuckled. ”With Xiao Du here, what’s the need for a nanny? Nannan can move around on her own now. Besides, it’s her foot that’s injured, not her hands. After work, you can help Nannan tidy up the house, see to buying groceries and daily necessities. Nannan can cook for you. Won’t it be more comfortable for you young people to be together like that, hmm?”

Du Heng could only manage a wry smile at this suggestion, wondering what on earth Sir Wu Zhong was thinking to propose such a thing. Didn’t he realize this arrangement would put his granddaughter at a disadvantage?

However, Du Heng merely smiled and didn’t respond. He knew Wu Shengnan would surely object to such a clearly problematic suggestion herself.

But things rarely went as he expected.

Wu Shengnan said nothing in response to her grandfather’s suggestion. She only glared at Du Heng before turning her head away and looking down.

Du Heng was dumbfounded. Ever since Sir Wu Zhong had suggested they get together, Du Heng found Wu Shengnan’s behavior increasingly baffling.

But if she wasn’t going to refuse, could he still refuse?

Just as he was about to speak, Sir Wu Zhong laughed heartily and, leaning on his cane, began to walk out. ”Alright then, it’s uncomfortable for you young people with us old folks around. We’ll take our leave.”

In the time it took him to say this, Sir Wu Zhong, prodding along with his largely ceremonial cane, was already out the door with the young nanny.

The young nanny was quick to shut the door. Just as Du Heng was about to speak, she gave him a smile and then, BANG, the door was slammed shut.

Damn it!

Du Heng despised his own hesitation.

Once again, only the two of them remained in the room. Du Heng awkwardly licked his lips. ”Um, I still think I should find a nanny for you.”

Hearing this, Wu Shengnan immediately turned her head to look at Du Heng. ”If you don’t want to be here, you can leave right now.”

This brought out Du Heng’s stubbornness. ”Fine. If I turn into a beast, don’t you regret it.”

”Afraid of you? I’m afraid you won’t even measure up to a beast.”

As she said this, Wu Shengnan suddenly burst out laughing, as if she had a neurological disorder.

Du Heng shot Wu Shengnan a deeply exasperated look. He genuinely thought the woman had serious mental issues.

”What do you need for the house? I’ll go down and buy some things now.”

”You decide what to buy; the house should be empty.”

”Alright.” Du Heng turned and walked out.

Wu Shengnan called out from behind him, ”When you come back up, buy some ’small wings.’”

Du Heng stared at Wu Shengnan, completely dumbfounded. ”What ’small wings’?”

”You know, the ones girls use.”

”Oh, for crying out loud! Go buy them yourself!” Du Heng’s face darkened, and he immediately turned and left, heading downstairs.

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And so, Du Heng began to live a rather unusual life. During this period, Du Heng tried several times to confess to Sir Wu Zhong that he had deceived him.

But each time, just as Du Heng was halfway through his explanation, Sir Wu Zhong would divert the conversation. And so, getting sidetracked, Du Heng would end up forgetting about the matter.

Time flew by, and soon it was the end of March. Wu Shengnan could now manage to walk a few steps without her crutches. Their relationship, however, had grown increasingly normal, resembling that of a couple living a domestic life.

Every evening, Du Heng would return to Wu Shengnan’s apartment. He would eat the meal she had prepared, help tidy up the house, and, before bedtime, give her injured foot a massage.

”You do have your good points, I suppose.”

Before bed, as Du Heng was leaving her room, Wu Shengnan offered him a compliment.

”Anyone who isn’t blind should have noticed that long ago.”

Du Heng rolled his eyes at Wu Shengnan.

Watching Du Heng, who had reached her bedroom door, Wu Shengnan said with a chuckle, ”You really are worse than a beast.”

”Oh, get lost!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Du Heng left Wu Shengnan’s bedroom and headed towards his own.

Though he walked away resolutely, his expression impassive, inwardly he was cursing Wu Shengnan’s ancestors eighteen generations back. If your father and brother weren’t so formidable, you’d see whether I’d turn beastly today or not!

Du Heng, simmering with resentment from his time at Wu Shengnan’s, took it all out on the staff at the Health Clinic.

Du Heng took advantage of a recent lull in his schedule to personally conduct the previously agreed-upon assessments. He carried out spot checks, and whoever he caught was out of luck.

Even Wang Lili and Yu Haiting, who had helped create the assessment questions, weren’t spared the collective grumbling from everyone else.

Of course, that wasn’t the most outrageous part.

What was most outrageous, however, was that Du Heng implemented two scoring systems for the assessment that month.

One system involved anonymous peer scoring: colleagues were randomly selected to assess another’s performance for the month. No one, except for Du Heng and Cui Guanghai, knew who was scoring whom.

This was a powerful tool, one Du Heng planned to use just this once, holding it in reserve for when general morale and diligence began to slip.

The second system was patient scoring of the medical care received. This was standard practice in all hospitals, and Du Heng intended to make it a regular feature.

But what truly earned Du Heng resentment and criticism from everyone wasn’t the scoring itself, but the fact that these two scores were directly linked to their bonuses and benefits.

For instance, Yu Haiting had made one such mistake the previous month, and Du Heng had given him a zero for it. Consequently, his salary, originally over ten thousand yuan, was slashed to the basic wage of just four thousand five hundred yuan.

Although everyone knew Du Heng was making an example out of him to warn others, they had no choice but to endure it and obediently tuck their tails between their legs.

What Du Heng didn’t know, however, was that someone had blown the whistle on him.

And this time, it wasn’t like Zhang Jinlian’s initial accusation, which had been based on unclear facts. This report was well-founded, backed by solid reasoning and evidence—truly a case of having pictures as undeniable proof.