This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

Du Heng was genuinely angry. He was angry that Dr. Shen was so arrogant, and also angry that Wu Buwei handled matters too meekly. Regarding what just happened, Wu Buwei should have just stated his diagnosis directly and confronted him. Why bother with such a pointless argument? And they didn’t even get to the heart of the matter.

After leaving the office, Du Heng paused. He realized he hadn’t come just for that one patient, but for several. He’d gotten so worked up he’d stormed out. But it wasn’t appropriate to go back in now. He decided to return to his office and try to clear his slightly dizzy head.

He had just reached his office and hadn’t even settled into his seat when Gao Qin appeared at the door again. ”Dean, do you have a moment?”

Du Heng let out a long sigh, a faint smile touching his lips. ”Yes, I have time. What is it?”

Gao Qin sat opposite Du Heng, took out a disease record, and placed it in front of him. ”Dean, this is the disease record for the patient I asked you to consult on the other day.”

Du Heng was slightly stunned. It took him a moment to recall whom Gao Qin was referring to. He accepted the disease record she handed him and asked casually, ”It’s been three or four days. Hasn’t a treatment plan been decided yet?”

Gao Qin sighed. As Du Heng began to flip through the disease record, she explained softly, ”After you left that day, my colleagues and I discussed it. The patient has multiple uterine fibroids. Because the condition was progressing so rapidly, we suspected a malignant tumor, so we performed a biopsy. Fortunately, it’s not malignant. After discussion, we determined it can be treated with surgery.”

Du Heng finished reading the disease record, placed it casually on the desk, his brow furrowing. ”I remember this patient got married just six months ago. She doesn’t have any children yet, does she?”

Gao Qin nodded. ”Yes, she doesn’t have any children yet. She’s actually been trying to conceive recently.”

”So they do want to have children.” Du Heng paused. ”What is the patient’s preference now? Surgery or conservative treatment?”

Hearing Du Heng’s question, Gao Qin sighed again. ”After surgical removal, scars will form on the uterus. Since she has multiple fibroids, there will be even more scars. A scarred uterus makes a smooth delivery impossible. In this patient’s case, it’s not just the inability to deliver smoothly; there’s also a high likelihood of uterine rupture. After we explained the situation to her, the patient herself is willing to accept traditional Chinese medicine conservative treatment. However, her family—her husband, her husband’s family, and even her maternal family—don’t trust traditional Chinese medicine. They believe it can’t treat tumors and are refusing conservative treatment. And the family’s firm stance has made the patient waver.”

Du Heng’s expression didn’t change upon hearing that the patient’s family didn’t believe in traditional Chinese medicine. Although he didn’t encounter such cases often, he had seen a few. Last year, during his consultations at Provincial First Hospital, he had even encountered a patient who didn’t believe in traditional Chinese medicine. The patient was forced by his family to seek treatment. After Du Heng cured him, the patient still didn’t believe in traditional Chinese medicine, claiming that the Western medicine he had taken previously was finally taking effect. So, Du Heng wasn’t bothered by this kind of situation at all.

Gao Qin took a breath and continued, ”They also went to the Provincial Women and Children’s Hospital in the past few days. That hospital gave them the same assessment, and now they’ve come back here today.”

Du Heng leaned back. ”So, Director Gao, what do you need from me today?”

”The patient and her family are in my office right now. I’d like to ask you, Dean, to talk with them.” Gao Qin looked earnestly at Du Heng. ”The patient is only in her twenties. I can’t bear to see her lose the chance to be a mother because of a misunderstanding. Especially when we have the skills and ability to help her. Not doing so would be a dereliction of our duty.”

Du Heng agreed completely with Gao Qin’s sentiment—one hundred percent. What was the purpose of studying medicine? Beyond securing a livelihood, which medical student hadn’t initially entered the profession with the aspiration to heal the sick and save lives?

However, after some thought, Du Heng declined Gao Qin’s suggestion. Noticing her incredulous expression, he explained softly, ”I’m declining because my presence wouldn’t make much of a difference. The patient’s family is already skeptical of traditional Chinese medicine. If I speak in technical terms, not only will they not understand, but they’ll also think I’m being deliberately obscure. If I simplify things too much, they’ll think I’m unprofessional.”

”Then what should we do?”

”Here’s what we’ll do. Find Feng Su’s medical records. Then, call Zhonghu Health Center and ask them to find the disease record for a patient named Liu Amei. One patient had uterine fibroids, and the other had severe ovarian cancer. Let the facts speak for themselves; that will be far more persuasive than me just talking to them. If even that doesn’t dispel their doubts and they still can’t accept traditional Chinese medicine treatment, then we’ll respect the wishes of the patient and her family.”

Gao Qin agreed it was a good idea and prepared to leave. But then, as if suddenly remembering something, she turned back and asked Du Heng, ”Dean, is it alright to show them Feng Su’s medical records?”

”Everyone knows about Feng Su’s situation; information about it can be found online, so it’s fine to show them the records. But there’s one condition: they cannot take pictures, make copies, or take the records out of the office. If the information gets out, it would definitely be an invasion of privacy.” Du Heng emphasized, ”Also, when you get Liu Amei’s disease record, make sure to redact the name and address. You won’t find any information about Liu Amei’s situation online.”