Chapter 1381 No Wonder He's Becoming Famous

At this point, not only Deputy Director Fan has realized the issue, but another deputy director who has always been displeased with Du Heng has also become aware of it.

These matters that they couldn't solve were effortlessly resolved by Du Heng in just a few short minutes, leaving them in an embarrassing situation.

And those who initially just came to watch the drama are now completely captivated, having forgotten about hurrying back to write up disease records.

Severe hypertension turned into moderate hypertension in thirty minutes, and crucially, no medications were used in the process, sparking curiosity among these new doctors trained in the modern medical profession who can't function without medication.

Their previous disdain and dismissiveness for traditional Chinese medicine began to slowly transform and dissipate under the impact of this outcome.

Someone quietly asked, "Deputy Director Fan, why not conduct another check-up? A person's blood pressure constantly fluctuates.

Doctor Du's methods might only control blood pressure temporarily, and it might return to normal if we wait a bit longer."

Upon hearing this, Deputy Director Fan's eyes immediately lit up.

Indeed, Du Heng's operation might have used some unconventional tricks, only temporarily controlling the patient's blood pressure, which would inevitably lose its effect after a while, exposing him.

This way, they wouldn't seem incompetent.

Just as he thought of this, Deputy Director Fan couldn't help but start cursing himself inwardly.

Dammit, how did I unknowingly end up scolding myself?

Deputy Director Fan cleared his throat, about to speak, when the patient, who had been silent all along, suddenly said in a sinister tone, "What do all of you mean?

You all just want me to take medication, continue taking it for life, so you can keep profiting from me.

Now this doctor... no, this expert healed my hypertension without medication. Does this obstruct your earning opportunities?"

Upon hearing this, Deputy Director Fan almost choked on his breath.

Since the patient's hospitalization, he had been dedicating himself to finding ways to cure his disease, save his life.

How did Du Heng's mere thirty-minute action completely negate all his efforts?

Most importantly, he, along with everyone present, never had such intentions.

This is even more unjust than Dou E!

If this were in Yangcheng, with its high temperatures, rather than the North, snow would already be swirling everywhere.

Just as Deputy Director Fan was about to defend himself, the patient continued, "I'm telling you, I feel exceptionally comfortable now; it's been a long time since I've felt this way."

"My head feels light now, no longer heavy, and that dull feeling is gone." The patient pointed to his head and shook it back and forth twice. "See, I'm not dizzy anymore."

He then patted his chest, took a deep, long breath, and exhaled slowly. "It's no longer tight here; it's refreshing, truly refreshing."

The patient appeared quite comfortable but, after saying all this, looked at Deputy Director Fan and said, "Tell me, what's your deal? Why can't you wish for me to be well?

Do you want me to stay sick, bedridden forever, and eventually drop dead one day? Would that satisfy you?"

These words were a bit harsh.

Yet they left Deputy Director Fan and the others unable to respond.

They truly didn't intend for the patient to develop medication dependence nor did they want him to remain unwell; rather, they hoped more than anyone for his recovery.

Yet their current actions and words feed into the misunderstanding.

Could it be they need to reveal their true thoughts, that they simply don't want to see the young Du Heng steal the spotlight, nor see the supposedly inferior traditional Chinese medicine display such miraculous methods?

However, if they were to admit that, it would be more serious than acknowledging a money-driven agenda.

Just as they struggled to find words, Du Heng suddenly spoke, "Dear patient, please calm down. Yes, your blood pressure has lowered now, but excessive emotions can still lead to its rise.

Additionally, you misunderstood them."

The patient turned toward Du Heng, "Misunderstood? Doctor, surely not; they obviously don't trust you."

Du Heng chuckled softly, "It's natural not to believe; after all, I'm a TCM practitioner, and they are modern medical professionals. We belong to completely different systems, and it's normal for us to be unfamiliar with each other's methods."

The patient looked at Du Heng in surprise, and Deputy Director Fan and others stared at Du Heng, equally astonished.

Given the previous minor friction, they thought Du Heng, given such a good opportunity, would at least stand back and watch them humiliate themselves even if he didn't kick them while they were down.

They never imagined Du Heng would speak on their behalf.

This changed everyone's impression of Du Heng once again.