Glancing at Wu Buwei, Du Heng continued slowly, "Most of the dicinal ingredients in this prescription are for harmonizing stomach qi. If you treat lesser yang instead of yangming, it will damage the stomach qi. At that ti, the pernicious influence of lesser yang would lead the pernicious influences from the other two ridians to conceal themselves in the yin ridians. This would imdiately transform the condition from a three-yang pattern to a three-yin pattern.
By then, what was rely a common cold would be aggravated into a severe illness by that single prescription."
Hearing Du Heng’s last words, Wu Buwei fell silent.
Du Heng stood up, preparing to leave. "Actually, if you don’t overthink it and just focus on treating yangming with modifications to the White Tiger Decoction, the effect might be slower, but the final outco wouldn’t be much different."
After saying this, he got up and walked out. As he reached the door, he suddenly added, "Oh, rember to quickly enter the prescription into the system. Don’t let it slip your mind." Then, without looking back, he returned to his office in the rear courtyard.
Once Du Heng’s figure disappeared and his footsteps could no longer be heard, the newcor heaved a heavy sigh of relief.
The pressure Du Heng had exuded just now was imnse; so much so that the newcor hadn’t dared to look up during the latter part of the explanation.
Looking at the now-empty doorway, the newcor said with relief, "Dr. Wu, it’s terrifying when the Dean asks questions! I almost couldn’t remain standing."
Wu Buwei gave the prescription a little shake, then looked back at the visibly relaxed young man. "You’re stating the obvious. The Dean is a Deputy Chief Physician who made a na for himself and established his position at a Grade 3A hospital like the Provincial First Hospital."
The newcor clicked his tongue, a sound conveying both fear and admiration, as he recalled Du Heng’s earlier deanor.
This sound, however, irked Wu Buwei. The young man hadn’t shown him an iota of respect earlier.
"Let ask you, what exactly did you learn at your school? How can you not even know about Six ridian Differentiation?" Wu Buwei frowned and asked.
The young man was troubled by this question. He felt he had studied well in school, so it was strange that he had no recollection of this.
Could it be that the school hadn’t taught it?
Wu Buwei didn’t bother to investigate the reason. He directly told the young man, "Alright, stop thinking about it. Starting today, begin studying the *Treatise on Febrile Diseases* diligently."
"Why?" the young man asked Wu Buwei, surprised.
Wu Buwei smiled mysteriously. "Just listen to . If I tell you to study it, then study it."
Seeing Wu Buwei’s smile, the newcor’s curiosity intensified. He pressed, "Dr. Wu, please tell why."
"Alright, I’ll give you a hint."
"Go on, I’m listening."
"The Dean was very unhappy with how both of us reacted today."
The Dean wasn’t happy?
What did his unhappiness have to do with having to study the *Treatise on Febrile Diseases*? Before he could ask further, Wu Buwei had already walked to the computer with the prescription, remaining silent as he began typing.
Back in his office, Du Heng sat behind his desk, lost in thought for a long ti before turning his attention to Wu Shengnan’s treatnt.
In the afternoon, Du Xuejing returned with Liu Ai. Seeing the smiles on their faces, Du Heng knew they had enjoyed themselves today.
However, noticing they were empty-handed, Du Heng realized he had made a significant mistake today.
Liu Ai had no money on her, and the card used for paynts was still at the registration office. Du Xuejing probably didn’t have much money either.
So, the two of them had likely just wandered around, perhaps eaten so snacks, and then returned.
"Tingting, what have you two been up to today?" Du Heng called Du Xuejing over.
Du Xuejing was overjoyed and launched into an enthusiastic account for Du Heng.
But from what Du Heng gathered, it was much as he had guessed: they had mostly just strolled around and hadn’t bought or eaten much.
"Don’t you have any money? I rember you went to your uncle’s house the day before yesterday, and he gave you five hundred yuan, which you proudly showed off to ," Du Heng asked Du Xuejing curiously.
Du Xuejing pouted. "My mom took it all. She said she’ll give it to for living expenses when I go to school."
This answer left Du Heng exasperated. "Since you didn’t have money, why didn’t you call ? I could have transferred you so. Look at you two, finally getting a break and you only spent fifty yuan."
"Oh, I was so happy I forgot." Du Xuejing grabbed Du Heng’s arm. "Little Uncle, can A i and I go again tomorrow?"
"Dream on," Du Heng said, rcilessly shaking off Du Xuejing’s hand. "Pack up; we’re going ho."
"Don’t you have to be on duty tonight?"
"No, Wu Buwei is on duty tonight."
After packing their things, the two of them drove ho.
However, the snow on the road was thick. The second-hand sedan Du Heng had bought didn’t handle well, and on many stretches of road, he had to make several attempts to push through.
By the ti they finally made it ho, Du Heng, who had been driving the whole way, was drenched in sweat.
Getting out of the car, Du Heng glanced at the second-hand vehicle that had served him for nearly a year. He felt it was ti for it to beco a third-hand car; he was finally determined to buy a new one.
His bank account balance had reached seven figures. He wasn’t planning to buy a house, so why not get a better car?
Otherwise, what was all this money for?
Was it to have a son?
As he stepped through the door of his big brother’s house, he heard voices from inside and knew they had guests.
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