This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

”Furthermore, in the prescription, Chinese honeylocust, peony, and chamomile are used as adjuvants, which aid by dispersing, promote the circulation of qi for moisturization, and make the thunder fire even more secure.”

He finished speaking with a proud expression, but quickly restrained it.

Lan Changhua fell silent. Although he felt Guan Bo had a point, something still seemed off.

Just as he was about to reply, he noticed Du Heng’s expression beside him. A thought suddenly struck him, and he turned to ask, ”Xiao Du, what do you think?”

Du Heng coughed lightly. ”I have a question for Doctor Guan, if that’s alright?”

Lan Changhua’s eyes flickered. After a moment of deliberation, he smiled and looked at Zhang Dewen.

Zhang Dewen was eighty-eight this year, truly a revered senior in the profession.

Du Heng, however, was just thirty, yet already poised for great heights, and his own abilities were considerable. If not for his age and experience, Du Heng would undoubtedly be capable of standing as his equal.

Moreover, Du Heng had just rushed in, claiming to have some ideas about Cao Binghe’s condition.

Given his understanding of Du Heng, this couldn’t be mere nonsense.

An eighty-eight-year-old versus one who is thirty; it didn’t seem like a difficult choice. And if you can promote newcomers, why can’t I? Offering timely assistance is a great favor, but adding flowers to embroidery isn’t bad either.

Zhang Dewen noticed Lan Changhua’s expression and, with a slight shift in his own, said, ”Feel free to ask any questions you have.”

Guan Bo did likewise, not speaking but looking directly at Du Heng.

Du Heng’s expression turned serious, and he asked softly, ”Yin fire attacking upwards is indeed the root cause of the eye pain. However, Dr. Cao not only suffers from eye pain but also from the inability to see. How does the pathology of ’yin fire rushing upwards’ account for this specific issue?”

Lan Changhua’s eyes lit up; his choice had indeed been correct. Du Heng had hit the nail on the head with his first question.

But then, a wave of despondency washed over him. Lately, I don’t know why, my energy levels have significantly declined. I didn’t even spot such an obvious problem. It seems I’m really getting old.

Guan Bo wasn’t surprised by the question. As soon as Du Heng finished, he replied directly, ”The yin fire rushing upwards obstructs the liver meridian. Since the liver governs the eyes, if the liver meridian is blocked by yin fire, vision will inevitably be affected. So, once the fire is guided back to its source, all problems will naturally resolve themselves.”

Du Heng wasn’t surprised by this answer either, so he pressed on, ”Since the liver meridian is blocked by yin fire, the liver qi must be damaged. There’s no doubt about that, is there?”

Guan Bo nodded. ”Of course.”

”Then, does Doctor Guan know that Dr. Cao had previously taken medication to nourish the liver and enrich the blood?”

”I do.”

”And does Doctor Guan know that Dr. Cao would experience difficulty breathing after taking such medication?”

”Um...” Guan Bo was suddenly choked up. He struggled for a moment before saying, ”What does this have to do with it? We are currently treating the patient’s eye pain and inability to see.”

Du Heng’s expression grew even calmer.

At this point, he no longer cared about Zhang Dewen’s reputation.

You are indeed an industry magnate, and I respect you and hold you in high esteem. But when it comes to treating patients and saving lives, there’s no room for personal considerations.

This had always been Du Heng’s bottom line. Even Li Jianwei, his own Teacher, had been rebuked by him over such matters.

”Then why would taking liver-nourishing medication affect his breathing?”

”This...”

Guan Bo was stunned; he couldn’t answer the question.

However, Du Heng hadn’t expected him to. He continued, ”Since the liver meridian is blocked by yin fire, the liver qi cannot flow freely. If the liver qi is obstructed, why is there a faint green color on Dr. Cao’s eyeballs?”

Sweat immediately beaded on Guan Bo’s forehead.

This was an issue both he and his Teacher had overlooked. Their focus had remained on why the patient couldn’t see and was experiencing eye pain.

Du Heng took a deep breath and spoke again, ”In the Theory of the Five Elements in traditional Chinese medicine, the liver corresponds to green, and the kidney corresponds to black. If it is yin fire rushing upwards and obstructing the liver meridian, then even if Dr. Cao’s eyeballs were to show a color, it should be black, shouldn’t it?”

This was what you called relentless pressure.

This was the shared sentiment of Zhang Dewen’s group of three and Lan Changhua’s group of four. Gaining the advantage and refusing to relent—that described Du Heng just moments ago.

But Du Heng himself didn’t see it that way.

He considered this to be rigorous, serious, and responsible.

Before last year, when he was struggling on his own at the Health Clinic, he was extremely meticulous and cautious every time he treated a patient.

Whenever he treated someone, he would proceed as slowly as possible, trying to think everything through clearly.

Sometimes, when he couldn’t figure something out or encountered unfamiliar symptoms, he wasn’t afraid of embarrassment; he would consult books right in front of the patient.

Even if a patient left because of it, he had to ensure he understood everything perfectly.

My own carelessness and confusion would be irresponsible towards the patients. If I can’t cure illnesses, who will come to me for treatment? It would be one thing if I couldn’t cure them, but if I were to injure or kill someone through treatment, my conscience would never be at peace for the rest of my life.

Guan Bo was completely dumbfounded.

Since he began studying under Zhang Dewen, when had he ever faced such merciless questioning?

And to be unable to answer these questions was utterly humiliating.

Especially now, on someone else’s turf, with my Teacher present, and so many onlookers... How can I bear this? Where can my Teacher put his face?

His raised chin finally lowered, and the sweat trickling down his forehead could no longer be contained.

At this moment, another young man beside Zhang Dewen let out a heavy sigh, a look of profound relief on his face.

We are both the Teacher’s students. Why is it that Guan Bo always gets the chance to be in the spotlight when we go out, while I’m just left carrying bags? Why does the Teacher personally instruct Guan Bo on how to make a show in public, while I can only hide behind him? Why does Guan Bo get to sit in on meetings, while I’m only tasked with serving tea, pouring water, and organizing briefcases?

At this moment, he understood.

It wasn’t that the Teacher didn’t care for him, didn’t value him, or was intentionally suppressing him.

All of this was a manifestation of the Teacher’s affection for him.

He was afraid of me making a fool of myself, afraid of me losing face, afraid of me being emotionally devastated.

The Teacher was shielding me from the wind and rain in ways I hadn’t understood.

If it were me today, my face would definitely be hotter than sixty degrees Celsius. I absolutely wouldn’t be able to lift my head. My throat would surely be dry as dust by now.

Thank you, Teacher. And thank you, Guan Bo. So, you both cared for me in your own ways. It turns out not everyone in this world mindlessly flatters their Teacher or shamelessly curries favor, nor does everyone always defer to their Teacher. Thank you again, Teacher and Senior Brother. And thank you, Du Heng. You’ve all taught me how to grow.

As the young man inwardly rejoiced, he subtly shifted back a little, then glanced again at Zhang Dewen and Guan Bo.

With a faint smile, he silently thought, ”Serves him right.”

Lan Changhua also sensed the awkwardness in the air. Just as he was about to speak to ease the tension, Guan Bo, across from him, suddenly flew into a rage out of shame.

”You’re just an internet celebrity! What do you know about traditional Chinese medicine? Do you understand the five elements of traditional Chinese medicine? The questions you’re asking are just attention-seeking nonsense; they have nothing to do with the patient’s condition!”

Internet celebrity?

Everyone looked at Du Heng.

However, it was clear that some, like the young doctor from Lan Changhua’s Chinese Medicine Department, were already aware of this aspect of Du Heng’s identity.

Du Heng paused for a moment. ”You know me?”

Guan Bo, as if finding an opening, sneered, ”Know you? Who would bother knowing you? You use the name of traditional Chinese medicine, claim to cure cancer, and even use celebrities as a gimmick. Aren’t you ashamed?

”Also, you exaggerate and spout nonsense, claiming you cured cerebral palsy in children. Do you realize you’re discrediting traditional Chinese medicine? You’re digging up the very roots of traditional Chinese medicine!”

The more Guan Bo spoke, the more agitated he became, completely failing to notice that his outburst had caused Zhang Dewen’s face to darken.

But he didn’t care. He continued pointing at Du Heng, ”Furthermore, you colluded with a TV station to discredit a Folk Chinese Medicine Practitioner from a family with five generations of practice, causing the public to lose faith in Folk Chinese Medicine Practitioners! Do you have any idea how much damage your actions have done to the development of folk traditional Chinese medicine?

”Go look at the online comments about you! Don’t you feel any shame at all?”