Du Heng's casual remark, "I have a plan," did not alleviate Wu Shengnan's father's anxiety at all.
How co this young man, who usually seed so reliable and steady, showed such impatience at this ti?
Wu Shengnan's father thought about it further. It might be because of Professor Wang's constant suspicions that Du Heng exhibited this impulsive behavior. So, he whispered again, "Xiao Heng, don't be impulsive. You're a doctor; you should speak more cautiously."
As soon as his words fell, the three old Chinese doctors also hurriedly stepped forward. "Doctor Du, there's no need to get angry."
"Yes, Doctor Du, the patient's health is the most important thing now. As for the rest, let them say whatever they want."
"Doctor Du, you can't say that here."
Especially the last sentence, which was spoken so quietly that if they had been standing just a few more inches apart, it would have been difficult to hear what this Old Predecessor had said.
Du Heng smiled faintly and was just about to speak, but unexpectedly, Professor Wang's face visibly darkened. "Effective after four doses? Doctor Du, that's very bold of you. We have so many people who have studied hepatitis and liver tumors for decades. It's a struggle for us to even alleviate a patient's pain, let alone see significant improvent in just a few days.
You say that four doses of decoction dicine will be effective. Even if one dose is for one day, four doses would only take four days. Do you think the dicine you prescribe is so kind of Immortal Pill?
Young man, we are doctors. We need to be steady and reliable. When it cos to patients' matters, we must be cautious and careful. This is not sothing for you to show off or brag about."
Hearing Professor Wang's lecture, Du Heng, who had been holding back for a long ti, wanted to retort imdiately. But seeing his father-in-law's worried expression and the concern of the three seniors, Du Heng resisted again.
But this resistance wouldn't last forever. He planned to regain his dignity after the treatnt.
With that thought, Du Heng suddenly beca a little lost in thought. He realized that since returning from his trip, he had beco more assertive, perhaps even a bit arrogant. He found he was less willing to tolerate disrespect, especially from people he wasn't close to who tried to slight him.
Upon careful reflection, this might be because his abilities, position, and financial status had all improved, causing his ego to inflate.
However, even if his ego had inflated, Du Heng didn't think it was necessarily a bad thing. He disliked the constrained way he had lived before—cautious and timid due to his family's circumstances.
Because the maturity and steadiness he used to feign were more akin to living with his tail between his legs.
Since he now had the ability to live more comfortably, why should he continue to subject himself to grievances?
As an elder or a senior, it was reasonable for them to have doubts or offer guidance. That was perfectly acceptable. But if soone tried to lecture or dictate to him—well, he wasn't having it. He had his own Master and elders; it wasn't their place to point fingers.
Du Heng, reining in his temper, looked at Professor Wang and said earnestly, "I'm sorry, Professor Wang, but when it cos to diagnosing patients, I am always ticulous. I an what I say and never make empty promises or exaggerated claims."
Professor Wang stared at Du Heng, his face somber, and said coldly, "Then tell us, how will you improve the patient's condition with four doses of decoction dicine."
As soon as Professor Wang finished speaking, all eyes in the room turned to Du Heng. Even the patient, who had been resting with his eyes closed on the bed, opened his eyes once more.
No matter how intense their previous argunts were, they could be seen as clashes of ego or debates about their treatnt philosophies. Ultimately, none of that helped the patient's actual condition.
But Professor Wang's question brought the discussion to the concrete matter of the patient's syndro differentiation. If Du Heng couldn't explain it clearly, all his previous confident talk would beco a joke.
Du Heng, of course, understood this. A slight smile touched the corner of his mouth as he began, "Mr. Bai's illness, I diagnose as a carbuncle resulting from the stagnation of fire toxin, specifically an ulcer on the lobes of the liver."
Professor Wang squinted. "That's already been established. Why state the obvious?"
"Professor Wang seems quite impatient," Du Heng remarked lightly, glancing at the professor before turning to the patient on the bed. "Previously, I asked Mr. Bai about his condition, and combined with what I learned about him from my uncle, it's clear that Mr. Bai is an upright man, wholeheartedly dedicated to serving the people.
A person of such character is bound to find many things intolerable, leading them to be frequently angered and incensed. This is the origin of his illness."
Du Heng had managed to describe soone irritable and prone to outbursts as "upright and dedicated to serving the people." This slightly relieved Wu Shengnan's father, who had been worried. Suddenly, he felt his son-in-law wasn't so bad after all. At least his mind was clear; he wasn't completely hopeless.
Even Mr. Bai, on the sickbed, showed a slight easing of his expression.
However, the expressions of the three senior doctors beside him, and the group of experts behind Professor Wang, shifted as they looked at Du Heng.
This young man wasn't just highly skilled in dicine; he was also remarkably adept at flattery! His complints were so subtle—just a change of a few words, and the underlying aning remained, yet the connotation beca entirely different.
No wonder he could beco the Dean of the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital and Secretary Wu's son-in-law at such a young age.
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