Wu Buwei arrived quite quickly. When he reached his destination, he saw Du Heng pacing back and forth in front of a big Benz, his eyes brimming with joy.
Wu Buwei walked over and joked, "Senior Brother, if you like it so much, why don’t you buy one?"
Du Heng grinned, flashing the keys in his hand. "Bought it."
Wu Buwei’s eyes lit up instantly. He swiftly walked over to Du Heng, snatched the car keys from his hand, then aid them at the car and pressed a button.
When he actually heard the car respond with its beeping sound, he beca even more excited than Du Heng. "Senior Brother, did you really buy it?"
While talking, he started caressing the car’s body, looking utterly infatuated.
Without waiting for Du Heng’s answer, he said, "Senior Brother, let drive it! Let have so fun! I’ve wanted to buy this car for a long ti, but My Dad never agreed."
Du Heng pulled another set of keys from his pocket and tossed them to Wu Buwei. "In your dreams. I haven’t even had a proper drive yet. Here, drive my old car back."
Looking at the keys in his hand, Wu Buwei’s face fell. "Senior Brother, you called here just to be your chauffeur! You get the new car, and I get the old one? That’s too cruel!"
Du Heng pulled open the car door, sat in the new Benz, looked around, and chuckled at Wu Buwei outside, "If I didn’t need a driver, would I have invited you over for a banquet or sothing?"
As he spoke, he started the car. "I’ll take it for a spin first. When I get back, I’ll let you drive it for a couple of days to scratch that itch. How about that?"
Hearing this, Wu Buwei finally looked a bit happier. He couldn’t help but touch the car’s hood and body again. "This car just looks so imposing."
"Hehe, I like how big it is too."
Wu Buwei clicked his tongue in admiration a few tis, then suddenly said, "Senior Brother, isn’t driving this car a bit too high-profile? People might start talking."
Du Heng looked indifferent. "Let them talk if they want to. They’ve got mouths, haven’t they? They can say whatever they like. It’s not like I can sew their mouths shut, can I?"
As he spoke, Du Heng lightly tapped the accelerator, feeling the slight tremor of the car body, and eagerly steadied the steering wheel. "Alright, let’s head back. See you back at the Health Clinic."
As his voice fell, the brand-new car slowly pulled out of the parking spot, leaving behind the vehicle that was about to beco third-hand.
Wu Buwei walked over to the old car with its keys, patted the roof, and sighed, "See that? Your owner is abandoning you."
Sentintality aside, the mont he thought about driving that big Benz himself, Wu Buwei grinned from ear to ear, quickly jumped into the old car, and floored it to chase after Du Heng.
Upon returning to the Health Clinic, Du Heng’s new car imdiately attracted a crowd, especially the n, who generally had little resistance to such large, imposing vehicles.
However, since it was the Dean’s new car, they didn’t dare make any rash comnts. After a while of admiring and envying it, they quickly returned to their workstations.
They’d heard so scuttlebutt that the Health Clinic was going to conduct spot-check assessnts, and anyone who failed would have their bonuses docked.
Their current bonuses weren’t huge, but they definitely weren’t small either, ranging from five or six hundred to one or two thousand yuan a month. For dical care staff with average monthly salaries of only four or five thousand yuan, or even dical assistants earning just over two thousand, if their bonuses were really docked, it would be no different from carving flesh from their bones.
Although no official notices or docunts had been issued yet, the rumor had already spread with convincing detail, and those who might have been involved in the discussions hadn’t co out to deny it. So, it was basically considered true.
In the span of a single morning, Du Heng, once respected, had suddenly found himself the subject of widespread disapproval.
Du Heng was oblivious to what everyone was thinking, still imrsed in the joy of his new car.
That commanding, expansive field of vision was simply incomparable to what his old second-hand sedan could offer.
However, after a short rest, he quickly refocused, no longer indulging in his fondness for the new car. Instead, he asked for Liu Ai’s examination report.
He had a good grasp of the treatnt for her ovarian tumor and her body’s recovery; he just hadn’t seen the examination report, which would offer a more direct, objective view.
So, these issues weren’t his primary concerns.
His main concern now was whether Liu Ai had retained her fertility, even if there was just the slightest chance. For Du Heng, this would an his treatnt during this period had been successful, and Liu Ai’s suffering had been worthwhile.
To perform these checks, they had to go to a Big Hospital and use their professional equipnt to get the results.
Once he knew the results, if Liu Ai’s fertility was indeed preserved, even if there was just a tiny glimr of hope, Du Heng had ways to preserve and build upon this positive outco with his expertise in traditional Chinese dicine.
But without such equipnt, even though Du Heng was now an expert in the Gynecology Departnt, he couldn’t, while the patient was still recovering from a major illness, directly determine if her ovaries and uterus were still capable of reproduction.
By the ti Liu Ai’s body recovered to a normal level, and traditional Chinese dicine thods could be used to diagnose whether Liu Ai still possessed reproductive capabilities, it was also possible that, by missing the optimal treatnt window, all their efforts would be for naught.
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