This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

Liang Lin was arrested. His older brother, Liang Sen, couldn’t sleep all night, feeling resentful and unwilling. At the crack of dawn, he went to Liang Lihai’s house, intending to take the sheep first.

Just as father and son opened the sheepfold, Liang Limin from next door happened to come out.

He had also attended the wedding yesterday but wasn’t at the scene when the accident occurred. He returned late at night and missed the completed negotiation.

Thinking of getting up early this morning to check on his cousin Liang Lihai next door, he had just turned the corner when he saw Liang Sen and his father.

”Get the hell out!”

Saying this, Liang Limin quickly rushed forward, pulled Liang Hehai out of the sheepfold doorway, and then dragged out Liang Sen, who had just stepped inside.

Liang Limin, the same age as Du Heng, wasn’t afraid of Liang Sen. After shoving both men away, he stood in the sheepfold doorway. ”You two have absolutely no shame, do you? Trying to steal sheep, are you?”

Liang Sen had been bottling up a bellyful of anger. Now, with Liang Limin having thrown his father to the ground and accusing him of being a thief, his blood boiled. Without a word, he grabbed Liang Limin’s collar and started fighting.

Liang Sen was irrational and ruthless, attacking Liang Limin wherever he could without any hesitation.

However, Liang Limin was no pushover. He was physically stronger and taller than Liang Sen. Although Liang Sen fought viciously, Liang Limin still managed to overpower him.

But Liang Limin forgot Liang Hehai was also there. Unaware, Liang Hehai grabbed him from behind by the hair. Then, the father and son ganged up to throw him to the ground and beat him savagely.

”Are you meddling because Liang Lihai slept with your wife, or did you sleep with Liang Lihai’s wife? Is that why you’re helping Liang Lihai so much?”

”You son of a bitch, I’ll kill you!”

The father and son cursed and yelled as they beat Liang Limin. By generation, they were his elders, but their words were utterly filthy, constantly making crude references to his wife.

Liang Limin, assaulted by both men, couldn’t find an opportunity to fight back. Moreover, Liang Sen’s ruthlessness pushed Liang Limin to the brink.

Seizing an opening, despite taking a kick from Liang Hehai, Liang Limin managed to struggle to his feet and wrap his arms around Liang Sen’s waist.

”I’ll fucking kill you!” Liang Limin roared, pushing Liang Sen backward forcefully.

Inside the house, Liang Lihai had woken up and was discussing the events of last night with his wife. Hearing that the discussion was to continue at ten o’clock today, he began to think about countermeasures.

However, he couldn’t shake his worry about the sheep in his sheepfold. He said to her, ”Help me up. I want to check on the sheep. Liang Hehai’s family is unreliable; they might steal them overnight.” As he spoke, he struggled to get up.

But without yesterday’s adrenaline, and with Du Heng having set his leg, he could no longer walk on his broken leg as he had the day before. Now, he felt pain all over, and even getting up was difficult.

His wife hurriedly pressed his shoulder. ”Don’t move! Du Heng said last night that you can’t get off the bed for a week. Du Fei will bring your medicine today.”

”Then you go and check on the sheep,” Liang Lihai said. Unable to get up, he didn’t insist, but his mind was still on his sheep.

”I already checked them this morning. They’re all there, don’t worry.”

”Oh.” Liang Lihai calmed down and lay back. But just as he did, he frowned and listened intently. ”Go and check. I think I hear something outside.”

”You’re being paranoid. There’s no sound.”

”Why are you being such a nag? Hurry up and go look!”

Reluctantly, Liang Lihai’s wife went out. As she reached the courtyard, she heard Liang Limin’s shouts from beyond the outer wall.

Alarmed, her slow walk turned into a run.

As soon as she reached the entrance, she saw Liang Limin hugging Liang Sen’s waist and pushing him back forcefully. Then, from the spot where Ma had fallen and been knocked unconscious last time, both of them tumbled down together.

Liang Limin’s wife screamed and bolted towards the edge of the drop. Looking down, she saw both men lying motionless in the field below, just like Ma last time, passed out.

At this point, Liang Hehai had stopped cursing and was frantically running towards the field below.

* * *

”Xiao Heng, you aren’t leaving today, are you?”

”We’re leaving after lunch. We have something arranged with her brother,” Du Heng replied casually, his gaze fixed on his nephew reciting his lessons.

”Alright, I’ll pack some things for you to take with you.”

Listening to Du Ping’s departing footsteps, Du Heng refocused on his nephew. Just as he was about to ask another question, the ringing phone interrupted him. ”Village head... Don’t let anyone touch them! No one move them! Just keep them as they are. I’m coming down right away.”

As he spoke, Du Heng felt his voice tremble slightly.

Same location, same height, but not everyone would be so lucky.

Du Heng stopped quizzing his nephew. He ran to the living room, grabbed his bag from the sofa, and dashed out.

Wu Shengnan, who was wandering in the yard, saw the flustered Du Heng and hurried after him. ”Where are you going in such a rush?”

”There’s been an accident.”

Du Heng’s heart was pounding in his chest today, a sensation he’d never experienced before.

Ever since hearing what the village head said, he’d had a bad feeling.

He ran straight to the accident scene, too preoccupied to speak with Wu Shengnan.

Upon arriving and glancing at the two figures on the ground, Du Heng quickly asked, ”Did you move either of them?”

The village head, Liang Hetai, hurriedly replied, ”Limin hasn’t been moved, but Liang Sen’s father shifted him a bit.”

Du Heng was exasperated. ”Didn’t I tell you not to move them?” he snapped, quickly bending down to examine the two.

First, he looked at Liang Limin. His lips were pale, his face devoid of color, and his eyes were rolled back.

Du Heng breathed a sigh of relief. ”Thank goodness. He’s lucky, he just fainted.”

”Village head, let’s carry him up. Be gentle,” Du Heng said, then turned to examine Liang Sen.

Liang Sen’s condition, however, was starkly different from Liang Limin’s. His lips were turning purple, while his face was deathly pale. When Du Heng lifted his eyelids, his eyes hadn’t rolled back, and his pupils showed no reaction to light.

Du Heng’s heart sank, and his examination became even more meticulous.

Liang Sen’s breathing was heavy yet very shallow, his chest rising and falling noticeably.

Du Heng took a deep breath and placed his fingers on Liang Sen’s pulse. Please, don’t let it be too bad, he prayed.

However, the moment his fingers made contact, he felt a scattered pulse—faint, as if blowing on a feather or like leaves scattering in the wind.

Shit, a scattered pulse!

A scattered pulse signifies impending death; it doesn’t point to a specific disease.

Moreover, Liang Sen had fallen backward off the ledge, the back of his head striking the ground directly.

Putting it all together, his heart plummeted. It had to be another cerebral hemorrhage. There was no other explanation.

A million curses galloped through Du Heng’s mind. How could he have run into this again? This was the third emergency case of cerebral hemorrhage he’d encountered!

The first, hit by a falling beam, had been miraculously saved with no lingering effects.

The second, a cerebral hemorrhage in the toilet, had nearly driven him mad.

And now, goddammit, another one! Du Heng’s hands started to tremble as memories of the previous incident flooded his mind.

Furthermore, this time it was a scattered pulse, indicating massive intracranial bleeding. Du Heng suspected either a brainstem hemorrhage or a subarachnoid hemorrhage. Nothing else would cause a scattered pulse.

The Classic of Difficult Issues states: ”A scattered pulse appearing alone is critical.” Old medical records are full of cases where the appearance of a scattered pulse meant certain death.

However, in contemporary society, the development of modern medicine has provided some insights for traditional Chinese medicine.

For instance, a scattered pulse caused by cerebral hemorrhage no longer invariably signifies death. If intracranial hemorrhage can be controlled and intracranial pressure reduced, the patient has a chance of survival.

But knowing and doing were two entirely different things.

Save him? Or not?

If it really was a subarachnoid hemorrhage, with this pulse, a misstep could lead to consequences similar to that previous case. If Liang Sen didn’t survive, that would be one outcome. But if he did pull through, he would very likely end up in a persistent vegetative state, able only to breathe.

And that misstep wouldn’t necessarily be his own; it could happen during the surgery to remove the blood clot.