This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

Chapter 1120: 735 You have a prejudice, you must change it_2

After taking a deep breath, Director Huang no longer looked at Director Yang. Instead, he turned to the attending doctor who had come in with him and said, "Call Director Wu and ask him to come for a consultation."

The attending doctor immediately replied, "I just checked the outpatient schedule. Director Wu is in the outpatient service this morning, and Deputy Director Du is in the Department." He knew from seeing the girl that his Director would definitely ask for Director Wu from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Internal Medicine Department, so he had prepared in advance. Sure enough, it came in handy!

Hearing the attending doctor’s words, the corners of Director Huang’s eyes shot up. "Deputy Director Du? Where did this Deputy Director Du come from?"

At this, Director Yang, who had been muttering to the side, spoke up. "It’s the young man Professor Lan brought from Jinzhou. He’s only thirty years old, a Deputy Director from some Township Hospital, not a Deputy Director from a Grade 3A hospital."

Director Huang glanced sideways. He knew this old boy was pretending. As soon as the conversation turned to his former employer, he could tell how devoted the old boy was.

However, he only gave a casual glance before saying, "Forget it. Let’s find Director Wu. Under the current circumstances, it’s not something a young man can solve."

With no other choice, the attending Physician had to bypass the Department and contact Director Wu directly.

Director Wu was seeing patients in the outpatient service. After examining the current patient, he sent them away, asking those who could wait to do so, and directing those who couldn’t to the neighboring attending Physician’s consultation room. Then, he rushed to the Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic First Department.

"This is a stroke." Once he arrived in the Hospital room, Director Wu saw the girl’s problem at first glance and couldn’t help but frown.

"Stroke?"

"Stroke?"

A series of questions erupted, and everyone looked at Director Wu.

Director Yang, especially, widened his eyes. "Director Wu, are you sure you didn’t make a mistake? You can’t just say she’s having a stroke based on her unclear speech and finger spasms. Besides, this girl is only nineteen years old. How could she possibly have a stroke at such a young age?"

"Yes, doctor, did you make a mistake?" The patient’s Mother was completely stunned, her mind blank. "My daughter was said to have pancreatic cysts. How did she end up having a stroke?"

Surrounded by everyone, Director Wu didn’t answer but turned his gaze to Director Huang.

Although Director Huang was also surprised, the moment Director Wu looked at him, he immediately understood: discussing the patient’s condition in the Hospital room, in front of the patient and her family, was a major taboo. Especially now, when it was highly likely that Director Yang’s so-called "Network-Quickening Elixir" was the cause of the trouble, it was even more inappropriate to discuss it in front of the family.

Director Huang immediately said, "Let the patient rest first. We’ll go to my office to discuss."

As soon as Director Huang spoke, Director Wu led the way out of the Hospital room, leaving Director Huang to explain things to the family.

Director Yang, who had been very agitated moments before, quickly understood. After tucking the strands of hair that had fallen to his left side back to the right, he hurriedly followed Director Wu.

"Director Wu, tell us quickly, is the girl really having a stroke?" As soon as they entered the office, Director Yang couldn’t wait to ask.

Director Wu frowned and said slowly, "Judging by the patient’s current state, it’s consistent with post-stroke symptoms. And also..." At this point, Director Wu abruptly stopped speaking.

This, however, left the few people in the room puzzled, unsure of what he meant.

"Director Wu, go on. Is it really a stroke?" Director Huang pressed urgently.

At this, Director Wu suddenly let out a long breath. "How about this: I’ll call Deputy Director Du Heng from our department and let him tell you. You can’t go wrong asking him."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Director Wu suddenly froze.

Why did that sentence sound so familiar?

Had he said it before?

Had he?

When?

Where?

Suddenly, he couldn’t remember.

But he just had an inexplicable feeling that the sentence he’d just spoken was very familiar.

Director Huang, however, frowned immediately. "Director Wu, this Deputy Director Du Heng you’re talking about... he wouldn’t happen to be the young man Professor Lan brought from Jinzhou, would he?"

Director Wu was quite surprised and immediately looked at Director Huang. "What? You’ve heard Du Heng’s name too?"

Director Huang almost rolled his eyes. "I just heard it from Director Yang myself. It’s true that this Deputy Director Du is a talent Sir Lan brought in. I also understand that you want to promote him and let him make a name for himself. But he’s just a young man from a small place, after all. Director Wu, isn’t it a bit too eager to push him into the spotlight like this? We are, after all, discussing a rather difficult medical case here, not giving a lecture or a presentation."

Hearing this, Director Wu knew Director Huang must have some misunderstanding. And Director Huang had also just said his information came from Director Yang—the snitch by his side. This made Director Wu take another look at this ’bag day’ (Director Yang).

However, the moment Director Wu turned to look at him, Director Yang tilted his head to one side, avoiding eye contact.

Bastard! Director Wu cursed silently. That old boy finally got promoted to Senior last year and acted so smug about it. Yang had stopped calling him Director Wu, instead just using ’Xiao Wu’. He’d even formed a clique with other snitches like himself, constantly hovering around, which was utterly sickening. If that old boy hadn’t become the new Department Director, he’d probably still be calling him, Director Wu, ’Xiao Wu.’ And now he was badmouthing Du Heng behind his back. It was just too much. The man was in his fifties! Couldn’t he learn to act decently?

Director Wu could only give a helpless glance, then turned to Director Huang and said, "Let me put it this way: based on the symptoms, this young girl’s condition does seem a lot like a stroke. However, in this regard, Deputy Director Du Heng is actually much more of an expert than I am. In fact, looking Nationwide, I’d say there isn’t a single TCM practitioner who would dare claim to be a better expert than Deputy Director Du in the field of stroke."

As Director Wu spoke, he glanced at Director Yang. But Director Yang gave him no opening, still tilting his head to look out the door as if some captivating sight or sound outside held his attention. And in that moment, he used his left hand to flick the hair from the left side of his head to the right.

Director Huang directly expressed his disbelief at Director Wu’s words. "Director Wu, we’re old acquaintances and colleagues. That’s a rather unconvincing thing for you to say. This Deputy Director Du is only thirty, and from a Township Hospital, right? From the perspective of his age or his institution’s level, your praise is a bit excessive."

Director Wu showed no eagerness to explain in the face of Director Huang’s skepticism. Instead, he merely smiled faintly.

Director Huang asked in confusion, "What are you smiling at?"

"I’m smiling at you. Smiling at your deep-seated prejudice, at how you judge others by your own standards."

Director Huang was taken aback. "Hmm? Director Wu, there’s no need for insults."

"I wasn’t insulting you." Director Wu shook his head. "My Deputy Director holds a national-level ’stroke’ project and has authored three papers in core Journals on the subject. One is a review, and two are specialized studies. You can ask any TCM practitioner specializing in stroke—who among them hasn’t read these three articles? Director Huang, someone’s place of origin might be humble, but that doesn’t mean their abilities are necessarily limited. When you were his age, you were still an apprentice. You can’t just assume he must be one too. That’s prejudice, and you need to correct it."

Despite being rebuked by Director Wu, Director Huang wasn’t annoyed. Instead, he asked with surprise, "Is this Deputy Director Du really as remarkable as you say?"

Director Wu lifted his chin. "That doesn’t even cover a tenth of it. Though he’s from Jinzhou, he’s well-known in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Circle in the Capital, even in the Ophthalmology Department. He even has a nickname: Du Demigod."