This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

”Uncle, this child’s name is Wang Fangyu, and he’s Xiao Fang’s child.”

When Wang Shuqiu’s father heard the answer he yearned for, he was surprised and overjoyed, yet also a little confused. ”What’s the child’s name?”

”Wang Fangyu, named by Yu Zhu, the child’s mother.”

”Wang Fangyu... Wang Fangyu.”

Wang Shuqiu’s father kept repeating the name to himself, his eyes fixed on the child, unmoving.

As he spoke, tears began to stream down his face.

His Wang family finally had a descendant.

His Wang family wasn’t going to die out.

He could finally shake off some of the scorn he had endured for the past year.

Wang Shuqiu’s father suddenly bursting into tears startled Du Heng and Liao Yuzhu.

Just as Liao Yuzhu was about to comfort him, Du Heng quietly stopped her.

He could see clearly that although Wang Shuqiu’s father was crying, his hunched body seemed to straighten a bit, and his previously wooden expression had become more animated.

After releasing his pent-up emotions, Wang Shuqiu’s father looked at Liao Yuzhu and became visibly flustered.

He wanted to get up and look at the baby in the swaddling clothes, but then he noticed the dust on his own clothes and his chapped hands. Seeing the black dirt ingrained in the cracks of his skin, Wang Shuqiu’s father quickly hid his hands behind his back.

”Kid, don’t leave tonight. Stay over.”

”Uncle, that was our plan. Besides, it’s a good opportunity for me to examine Auntie tonight.”

For the first time, a genuine smile appeared on Wang Shuqiu’s father’s face.

He got up and, without sitting back down, headed outside, saying, ”Alright, you two sit for a while. I’ll go make you something to eat.”

At this point, the nanny placed the baby in Liao Yuzhu’s arms and stood up. ”Big Brother, just tell me where your kitchen is. I can cook.”

Wang Shuqiu’s father would hear none of it, insisting that his guests should rest.

It wasn’t until Liao Yuzhu spoke up that the discussion ended.

Despite the lively atmosphere, Wang Shuqiu’s mother showed no reaction at all. She just sat dazedly on the sofa, not moving an inch.

However, Wang Shuqiu’s father was long accustomed to this. His mind was now completely captivated by the child in Liao Yuzhu’s arms.

But mindful of Liao Yuzhu’s status as his son’s wife, Wang Shuqiu’s father could only gaze from afar, continually trying to catch glimpses of the baby through the swaddling clothes.

Seeing Wang Shuqiu’s father’s hesitant demeanor, Liao Yuzhu understood the issue. She stood up and offered, ”Uncle, why don’t you hold him for a bit?”

Wang Shuqiu’s father quickly waved his hands and stepped back. ”No, no, I’m too dirty.”

Seeing this, Du Heng took the child and proactively walked over to Wang Shuqiu’s father again.

Just then, the baby happened to wake up. He blinked his eyes open drowsily and, smacking his little lips, began to look around curiously.

”Uncle, don’t you think he looks like Xiao Fang did when he was little?” Du Heng proactively started a conversation.

Wang Shuqiu’s father beamed, his gaze softening to an extreme tenderness when the child looked at him. ”He does, he really does. I saw Xiao Fang right after he was born, and this baby’s smile is exactly the same.”

With a topic of conversation, Wang Shuqiu’s father gradually relaxed, busying himself beside Du Heng, cooing at this grandson who had so suddenly appeared.

Even when it was time to eat, he couldn’t bear to look away from the child.

However, once the adults had finished their meal, the baby was hungry. Liao Yuzhu and the nanny went into the inner room.

As Wang Shuqiu’s father watched them go with a reluctant gaze, Du Heng prepared to attend to his own business.

”Uncle, has Auntie always been like this?”

Wang Shuqiu’s father watched the baby being taken into the inner room before turning his gaze back to his wife.

With just that one look, the smile vanished from his face, replaced by the familiar expression of helplessness and pain.

”She just sits there dazedly. She doesn’t make a fuss or act erratically. She can understand what’s said to her and knows when she’s hungry and needs to eat. But it’s as if she has no will of her own; she won’t do anything proactively.”

Du Heng sat down beside Wang Shuqiu’s mother. She merely glanced back at him, her eyes still as vacant as before.

That glance seemed to be a mere physical reflex, devoid of any deeper meaning.

Even when Du Heng reached out to perform pulse diagnosis, she showed no reaction.

”Uncle, Auntie didn’t eat much tonight. Has her appetite always been like this?”

”Yes. Ever since she returned, her appetite has diminished significantly. If we try to make her eat more, she starts feeling nauseous and throws up.” Wang Shuqiu’s father looked at his wife with heartfelt pain. ”The way things are going, I don’t know how much longer her body can hold on. Look at her now, she’s truly nothing but skin and bones.”

Du Heng fell silent and leaned back slightly.

There was no doubt that Wang Shuqiu’s mother was suffering from a dazed illness.

But what was the origin of this dazed illness?

Wang Shiyuan’s wife’s dazed illness was caused by excessive grief leading to liver qi stagnation. Wang Shuqiu’s mother’s case was different. So, while there were similarities, they were fundamentally not the same.

Wang Shuqiu’s father, his expression cautious, noticed Du Heng’s silence and asked timidly, ”Kid, is there any way to treat her?”

”Auntie suffered an extreme fright, causing her qi to momentarily falter, which led to her fainting. This qi faltering then resulted in poor circulation of qi and blood, stagnation in the meridians, and a descent rather than ascent of stomach qi. When the stomach fails to generate qi, it instead produces phlegm. Thus, the phlegm-obstructed mind led to her current dazed... illness.”