This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

Looking at the screen only he could see, Du Heng was a bit dazed.

Is it completed?

Am I going to get a subsidy of 100,000 yuan every month?

With that, I'll be financially independent.

The system, in four months, has completely transformed my life.

Looking back, it really feels like fate was playing tricks on me.

However, looking at the newly opened page, Du Heng fell into deep thought.

Fame in One Side (Activated).

Successfully treat 16/1,000 cases (In Progress), reward: Orthopedics Expertise.

Successfully treat 16/1,000 cases (In Progress), reward: Otorhinolaryngology Expertise.

Successfully treat 16/1,000 cases (In Progress), reward: Pharmaceutical Expertise.

(Note: The count resets with each reward claimed.)

Successfully treat 16/10,000 cases, receive a monthly subsidy of 200,000 yuan.

Du Heng knitted his brows.

Although the number of disease records for the knowledge reward has slightly decreased, this resetting count is a bit too much. Why can't they just give it all at once?

Also, the requirement for the monetary reward has increased quite a bit.

Even if I managed to cure thirty patients every day, it would still take a year, and that's considering I work every single day without any breaks.

But after thinking for a moment, it became clear that this is simply impossible.

Unless there's an outbreak of a mass disease, based on the current frequency, it would take at least two years, and that's still a very optimistic estimate.

There is another way: work in a Big Hospital outpatient service. I might complete the monetary reward in a short time there.

But, considering my present situation, would I really want to go back to being a minor doctor in a Big Hospital?

Forget it, I might as well continue working properly at the Health Clinic.

Moreover, according to the system's existing rules, to advance to the next level, I'll probably have to complete 20,000 to 30,000 disease records.

If that's the case, even if I could work in the outpatient service of a Big Hospital, I'd never become the wealthiest in this lifetime based solely on this reward.

There's simply not enough time!

I might as well enjoy my freedom and happiness in my own small domain.

Whatever, I'll claim the rewards now.

After carefully observing his surroundings and closing the office door, Du Heng claimed his reward and then started his third convulsion.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

"Dean, why did you close the door? I need your help tonight…"

Yu Haiting, who had just pushed the door open, was startled to see Du Heng convulsing slightly on the chair. "Dean, what's wrong?" he cried.

Yu Haiting quickly ran towards Du Heng.

However, this time the convulsion was milder. Just as Yu Haiting reached Du Heng's side, he began to recover.

"Dean, what happened to you?" Yu Haiting was about to press Du Heng's philtrum urgently.

Du Heng, enduring the throbbing in his head, quickly raised a hand to stop Yu Haiting and asked with a feigned look of confusion, "Doctor Yu, what are you doing?"

Yu Haiting's outstretched hand froze.

He looked at Du Heng in confusion. "Dean, are you alright?"

"I was fine all along. I just saw you come in and rush over. I was about to ask you what happened."

Yu Haiting was even more bewildered. "I just saw you convulsing on the chair. I was trying to help."

"Well, you must have seen wrongly. I'm perfectly fine. Why would I be convulsing?"

"Did I see wrong?"

"You definitely saw wrong," Du Heng replied firmly. "By the way, what did you need me for?"

Yu Haiting looked perplexed for a moment, but remembering his purpose, he quickly said, "I wanted to ask for your help, Dean. It's my wife's birthday tonight, and I was hoping you could cover my shift. I'll be back first thing tomorrow morning."

"Your wife's birthday? Sure thing. However, after work, I have a wedding banquet to attend. I might get back around eight or nine. Will that be alright?"

"Why would a wedding banquet be held in the afternoon?"

"The couple are a bit older, so it's not really a formal banquet, just a dinner to have everyone witness it and offer their blessings. Do you think the timing is okay? If not, I can just drop off my gift, give my blessings, and come back."

Realization dawned on Yu Haiting's face, along with a joyful expression. "That works, that works! My wife's high school evening self-study doesn't finish until nine anyway. Perfect timing."

"Alright then, I'll try to come back earlier."

"Thank you, Dean." After saying that, Yu Haiting left cheerfully.

Watching Yu Haiting's retreating figure disappear, Du Heng slapped his own forehead.

The pain was one thing; the main point was, I almost suffered Social Death on the spot!

If this convulsion hadn't been milder, then after Yu Haiting left today, the news that 'The Dean has epilepsy and was convulsing in the office' would have spread throughout the entire clinic in less than half an hour, and within an hour, it would have spread throughout the small social circle in Central Lake!

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At the same time, today's electronic edition of the Jinzhou Evening News had been updated, and the print version was also out, distributed on the streets and delivered to subscribing workplaces.

In this age of advanced information, print newspapers are in decline. Moreover, evening papers suffer from poor timeliness, and the Jinzhou Evening News, specifically, has significant limitations due to its local scope.

Therefore, the only people still willing to read the Jinzhou Evening News, besides old men and old women, are those in administrative units. And even these readers, mostly out of habit, flip through the pages much faster than they can actually read, just giving it a cursory glance.

However, today's paper was somewhat strange. An entire page was dedicated to a single article, and its headline was particularly attention-grabbing.

"The Great Divine Doctor in the Small Hospital."

Moreover, the words "Divine Doctor" were enlarged and bolded.

"Heh, another one trying to buy fame. Tsk tsk, a whole page, how much must that have cost?"

Nearly everyone who first saw this headline revealed an expression of contempt.

"Divine Doctors" featured in newspapers had become rarer in recent years. A few years ago, however, there were plenty.

So, everyone had grown wary of such claims.

However, since it concerned medical treatment, an industry intimately linked with one's own life, some people, despite their skepticism, read on. Some smiled and dismissed it, flipping past. Others were curious, doubtful, looking for a laugh, or simply trying to kill time.

But the more they read, the more their expressions unified, shifting from disdain to skepticism, and then to a budding interest.

This article not only listed the names and addresses of the interviewed patients but also detailed the editor's personal experience.

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At this moment, Deputy Director Li Jianwei of the Chinese Medicine Department at the Provincial First Hospital found himself with some free time and also saw the newspaper.

He disliked going to his own office because he'd be all alone, making it feel too quiet and solitary. So, he preferred to wander into the doctors' office; it was livelier, and he could chat with the young folks.

Having just sat down, he noticed the newly arrived newspaper.

Rarely having time to read newspapers, he was uncharacteristically free, so he casually picked one up and began to skim through it.

The newspaper, which had been rustling as he flipped through it, suddenly stilled.

His expression became much more serious.

Just then, his graduate students, having finished their work, walked in, laughing and chatting.

Seeing their teacher reading the newspaper, they craned their necks to peek. However, upon seeing the headline, being young, they immediately lost any desire to read further.

"Teacher, it's just a bunch of fraudsters who paid to be in the newspaper. There's nothing worth seeing."

"Exactly. In this day and age, who would still call themselves a 'Divine Doctor'? How ridiculous."

"Newspapers aren't what they used to be. They used to value truthfulness. Now, they've become promotional platforms for these charlatans. It's all ads for alcohol, medicine, and houses; hardly any of it is real news."

Once someone voiced their skepticism, the others quickly chimed in agreement.

This group of spirited young people passionately criticized the corruption they perceived in the world around them.