This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

Chapter 1111: 731 Don’t talk much if you don’t spend money

"Are they difficult to handle?"

"It’s hard to say whether they’re difficult or not, but there’s certainly a lot involved."

Director Wu thought about it. Since Du Heng’s Teacher was involved in this matter, he felt it might indeed be tricky for Du Heng to handle, so he nodded and promised to help.

Seeing Director Wu agree so readily, Du Heng immediately stood up and went out to find the patient’s family members.

The woman was fashionable, and the man appeared honest.

On their way, the man had barely spoken three words before the woman ruthlessly interrupted him. She started babbling on, following her own train of thought, oblivious to whether others wanted to listen or could accept it.

In any case, from the moment Du Heng called for her at the door to their short walk to Director Wu’s office, the woman chattered nonstop.

As soon as they reached the entrance of Director Wu’s office, the woman’s face lit up with surprise and enthusiasm. She bypassed Du Heng and said affectionately to Director Wu, "Director Wu, seeing you makes me feel so much at ease."

Listening to her words, Du Heng felt extremely awkward.

Director Wu felt much the same. He looked at the woman before him with a bewildered expression.

Was it really appropriate for her to say that in front of her father’s attending doctor?

And are we really that familiar with each other?

Director Wu hadn’t quite processed her effusiveness when the woman, already speaking, moved excitedly closer to his side. "Director Wu, my menstrual period stopped before the new year, and I found you through my maternal aunt’s husband."

Her maternal aunt’s husband? Lan Changhua? Cessation of menses? Menopause?

With these keywords, a blurry memory of a menopausal woman chattering incessantly surfaced in Director Wu’s mind.

"Is the patient your father?"

"Yes, it’s my daddy." The woman edged even closer, nearly standing beside Director Wu’s chair. "Director Wu, my father has worked hard all his life. I never expected him to suffer like this at the end.

We went to other hospitals; they either said they couldn’t cure him or that he would end up with paralysis. In my anger, I sought out my maternal aunt’s husband. I just don’t believe that with so many good doctors, my father can’t be cured."

The woman spoke quickly, her emotions shifting naturally and richly. Within a single sentence, the layered changes in her feelings clearly conveyed her mood and attitude as she spoke.

However, this rapid pace of change was a bit taxing for the nearly sixty-year-old Director Wu to listen to and observe.

"Since you’re already here, you should listen to what our doctors say." Director Wu didn’t want to continue this conversation with the woman and quickly tried to steer it back to the main topic. "Doctor Du is our hospital’s expert, and currently, one of the best tumor treatment experts nationwide.

He has cured no less than ten cases of various cancers."

The woman immediately turned her head, sizing Du Heng up anew with a look of dawning realization. "Wow, Doctor Du! I didn’t expect you to be so skilled despite your young age. Please, you must take extra good care of my father."

She then turned back to Director Wu and said, "Director Wu, you’re an expert, an old Chinese doctor with abundant experience. You must also look after my father very carefully."

Director Wu felt quite awkward now. He couldn’t figure out which of his earlier words had been inappropriate to elicit such a face-burning remark from the woman.

He quickly waved his hand and said, "You don’t need to worry about that. We will definitely do our utmost to treat your father.

We called you here today because there are some things we need to inform the family about."

The woman straightened up. "Director Wu, just tell us. We will absolutely comply." Her tone was exceedingly firm, her attitude resolute. The man behind her remained silent throughout.

However, it seemed less that he didn’t want to speak and more that he was so suppressed he didn’t know how to interject.

The woman’s firm stance made Director Wu feel slightly relieved. He then said, "There are mainly two issues to discuss. The first concerns the treatment process and outcome.

You should already be aware of your father’s condition, but I must reiterate it here.

Your father has osteosarcoma, which is a malignant bone tumor. I believe you’ve done some research and understand how dangerous it is and how difficult the treatment can be."

The woman standing in front nodded repeatedly, her face filled with anger as she said, "We know that. All the hospitals said it’s incurable. And some hospitals, while saying it’s incurable, still wanted us to do chemotherapy. I think they just wanted our money. Those hospitals are truly conscienceless."

At this point, the woman’s expression suddenly changed to a smile. She looked at Du Heng, then at Director Wu. "Our own traditional Chinese medicine is much better."

Director Wu managed an awkward smile. "Your father’s illness is progressing very rapidly, and it has already caused severe damage to his body. From the scans and reports, we can see significant deformation in the area of the lumbar vertebra lesion.

Therefore, this treatment of ours cannot guarantee that your father will fully recover his health.

But we will use our greatest efforts to try and save your father."

A flash of anxiety crossed the face of the man standing behind, but before he could speak, the woman in front said very sensibly, "Director Wu, please proceed with the treatment without any worries.

We know my father’s condition; you are his last hope.

If it’s successful, we’ll all be overjoyed. If it’s not... well, then it’s just his misfortune."

It went smoothly, so smoothly that Director Wu was somewhat surprised.