This Doctor Is Too Wealthy
Chapter 46 - 046 Bizarre Newcomer

Chapter 46: 046 Bizarre Newcomer

Generally speaking, it was hard to come across such complex medical cases during these activities.

For example, in the past month or so, aside from Du Heng encountering a few suspected cancer cases and patients needing heart stents at the very beginning, the subsequent cases were all very common illnesses.

In fact, some people didn’t believe that the two doctors from the Health Clinic could cure diseases and didn’t bother to join the crowd. Some who did go, even when Du Heng and his team wrote prescriptions for them, didn’t take the treatment seriously. This was evident from the statistics of disease records received by Du Heng’s system. Across the seven village teams already examined, the permanent resident population at home exceeded five thousand. More than two thousand came for check-ups, but as of today, the number of those truly willing to take the prescribed medicine was still two short of a thousand.

So, it really took luck to encounter such cases.

Wu Buwei was incredibly lucky; Du Heng had just handed over his spot, and Wu Buwei immediately hit the jackpot twice.

However, once things restarted, they returned to their usual track, encountering only common colds, fevers, or some prevalent chronic diseases. After all, many complex diseases cause more suffering than common ones, and patients with such conditions usually sought treatment at larger hospitals much earlier.

In the remaining three hours, Wu Buwei had smooth sailing. He made no further significant diagnostic errors, and Du Heng would directly correct any unsuitable medications on the prescriptions.

"Senior, how was my performance later on?" Wu Buwei asked Du Heng with a hopeful grin as they packed up, desperate for his senior’s praise.

Du Heng wasn’t stingy and gave him a thumbs-up. "Very good, keep up the hard work."

Wu Buwei smiled happily. "Thank you, Senior." After that, his movements were noticeably lighter as he helped pack everything away.

Du Fei looked at Du Heng and Wu Buwei enviously. "Xiao Heng, once you’re done, come over to my place. My mom has already cooked dinner."

"I can’t, Brother Fei. I have to go back to the Health Clinic later; there’s something there that needs handling."

"Oh, come on! If it’s not too important, just postpone it. My mom has already cooked."

"I really can’t. Someone’s waiting for me. Next time, Brother Fei. We have to come back tomorrow anyway."

Seeing Du Heng’s firm stance, Du Fei stopped insisting. He helped them move the day’s disease records and other items to their car and watched them leave.

"Senior, are we going to your place, or are we really going back to the Health Clinic?"

"Let’s go back to the Health Clinic. But stop by my house first; I need to let my sister-in-law know."

"Alright, got it."

After a drive of about ten minutes, Du Heng and Wu Buwei arrived at the Health Clinic.

Hearing the car, a young man ran out from inside. He was fresh-faced, handsome, and remarkably tall at nearly 1.9 meters, making him particularly eye-catching.

"Doctor Du, Doctor Wu, you’re here!"

"Ma Zichen, were you waiting for us by the window, climbing the sill?" Wu Buwei chuckled, teasing the young man who had run out.

Ma Zichen smiled and, without needing to be asked, opened the trunk and began taking out the medical records.

He was this year’s intern, an unlucky one that no major hospital wanted. This kid had probably read too many novels; on his first day of internship, he was eager to show off his skills and make an impression on the hospital leaders. Unfortunately, his attempt to show off backfired spectacularly. He ended up making a complete mess, literally getting his hands full of filth. After that incident, the training hospital promptly sent him back.

He was a student of traditional Chinese medicine at Jinzhou University’s College of Medicine. At school, he had learned and practiced some basic surgical procedures, like suturing. Furthermore, with both his parents being doctors at Provincial First Hospital, he had grown up immersed in a medical environment and had natural advantages, making his operational skills a cut above his classmates. He was used to hearing flattery and truly began to believe he was some kind of novel protagonist. On the first day of his internship, when his attending teacher asked him to prepare the debridement supplies, he got carried away. Not only did he debride the patient’s wound, but he actually dared to start suturing it.

If his attending teacher hadn’t been quick-eyed and swift-handed enough to stop him, he might have actually completed the procedure.

This infuriated the attending teacher. "I don’t care if you’re a genius or if you have connections, you can get lost!" he had fumed. The fact was, Ma Zichen was just an intern, without any qualifications. Regardless of whether the suturing would have been successful, or even if he had sutured like an expert leaving no visible scar, the patient could still sue him—and would undoubtedly win. Moreover, the attending teacher would also be held responsible.

Such an unruly intern, seemingly bent on self-destruction (and dragging his supervisor down with him), was someone the attending teacher wanted nothing to do with. So, he was kicked back to the administrative and educational department.

Out of consideration for his parents’ reputation, the department tried to salvage the situation by sending him to other departments. But, as the saying goes, "Good news rarely goes beyond the doorstep, while bad news travels a thousand miles."

An intern who so blatantly disregarded rules and was apparently willing to throw his attending teacher under the bus? No department would dare take him, not even if his parents were doctors in the hospital, let alone if one of them was the Dean.

Since he couldn’t stay at Provincial First Hospital, they had to look for other hospitals. After all, Provincial First Hospital wasn’t the only major hospital in Jinzhou; with his parents’ connections, surely they could find a place for him.

However, news of Ma Zichen’s blunder quickly spread through the intern student group chats. Since these interns were dispersed across various hospitals, and they, in turn, had colleagues from different intern programs, it didn’t even take a full morning for the story—Ma Zichen’s recklessness and how he’d nearly thrown his attending teacher under the bus—to circulate through all the training hospitals in Jinzhou. Furthermore, many students, eager to make a good impression on their own attending teachers, had promptly relayed the information.

As a result, Ma Zichen’s hopes of interning at any major hospital were completely dashed.

Helpless, his family had to consider grassroots medical institutions, places they would have previously looked down upon. But the repercussions of Ma Zichen’s actions were too severe. Every attending teacher had invested more than a decade of hard work into building their career; how could any of them risk taking on Ma Zichen?

Still, one after another, no one was willing to accept him. The authorities handling his internship had no other recourse but to send him back. Eventually, he was taken in by Zhonghu Town Health Clinic, specifically to help Du Heng input disease records.

When Du Heng learned about Ma Zichen’s story, he too was utterly astounded. He initially suspected that the kid might not diligently input the disease records and might try to stir up some trouble. Therefore, he and Wu Buwei would meticulously double-check everything Ma Zichen processed.

Unexpectedly, for a whole month, the kid had been conscientious and diligent in his work, without making a single mistake. Du Heng figured the boy had either received a stern talking-to from his family elders or had been hit hard by the setback and had a rude awakening, finally coming to his senses.

So now, Du Heng felt that the past month had been taxing for the young man. He decided to invite him to dinner, partly to reward and comfort him, and partly to bridge the distance between them.

"Xiao Ma, put your things down and come out quickly. Let’s go eat."

"Alright, Doctor Du, I understand."

Ma Zichen and Wu Buwei each carried a stack of medical record books inside, not letting Du Heng help, just telling him to wait.

"Senior, where are we going now?" Wu Buwei asked once he was back in the car.

Du Heng wasn’t sure either; he needed to ask Wang Shuqiu. However, as soon as he opened his phone, he saw the location coordinates Wang Shuqiu had sent. He must have missed the notification while they were chatting on the road earlier.

"We’ll go to this place," Du Heng said, showing his phone to Wu Buwei.

Wu Buwei glanced at it and promptly started the car. "I know this place. I’ve eaten there once; the food is delicious, but it’s a bit expensive."

"As long as it’s delicious. It’s my treat for you two; you’ve worked hard this month."

"Then I won’t stand on ceremony, Senior!"