This Doctor Is Too Wealthy-Chapter 581 - 490 hairstyles have been done too muChapter

After administering the medicine, everyone stayed by the Woman in childbirth’s side.

The medicine didn’t disappoint them; ten minutes later, the woman’s complexion improved, her spirits revived, and all the numbers on the monitor turned green.

She had come back to life and recovered.

Seeing Du Heng’s entire treatment process, the onlookers were incredulous, a hint of starlight in their eyes.

An infusion needle and a Decoction medicine prepared from three Chinese herbal medicines had so easily brought back a woman who was nearing one’s end and on the verge of death.

They, who had been busy all night and could barely maintain their Patients’ lives, felt both ashamed and a subtle admiration.

Seeing that the Woman in childbirth had recovered, Du Heng relaxed slightly, but his heart was immediately filled with anger again. There must be an explanation for today’s incident.

Touching the blisters that had begun to spread around the corner of his mouth, Du Heng gave Jiang Feng a few instructions and then turned and left.

「The moments before dawn were the darkest time of the day.」 Originally bright stars seemed to turn into shy little girls, quietly putting on veils, becoming hazy and indistinct.

Even the moon, which had been casting a gentle, pale light all night, had now disappeared, hiding away in an unseen corner.

Yet at the entrance of the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital, the bright red long johns, under the light’s illumination, appeared exceptionally glaring and eye-catching.

The old man held a strong flashlight. Although he wore a thick, large, cotton-padded jacket, he couldn’t stop trembling. His two legs, clad only in long johns, trembled even more severely.

Not knowing whether it was because he was cold or scared, even though his face was already full of helplessness and fear, the old man dared not move at all. His eyes kept shifting, one moment on the cars blocking the entrance, and the next moment on the brightly lit office building.

He dared not walk or move.

Because the Dean had told him to stand still.

Because the Dean’s car was still parked at the entrance of the Hospital, with the lights still on inside the car, indicating that the car hadn’t been turned off.

The old man looked helpless and pitiful. He felt he could hardly stand anymore.

As more vehicles started appearing outside, the muck trucks were also making their last frenzy before traffic control was implemented.

A middle-aged man appeared at the side entrance of the Hospital as a large truck whizzed past. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Though the man appeared to be running, the pace of his strides wasn’t even as fast as that of a casual walker. Upon closer inspection, his forehead was already covered in sweat, and he was panting heavily.

Anyone who saw this scene would know that this middle-aged man had reached his physical limit. Perhaps in the next second, he would be gasping for air, hands on his knees, or even faint from lack of oxygen.

But nobody saw the determination in his eyes, the tension and panic that lurked beneath the surface.

He could not afford to relax or stop; he had to get to his operation as soon as possible. He was afraid that even a one-second delay might cost him his job.

The moment the old man turned and saw the man at the entrance, he became emotional and wanted to cry, "Captain, I..."

As the man reached the entrance, he recognized the two cars blocking it. At the sight of the unopened retractable door, his vision went black, and his limbs went weak.

He didn’t hear what the old man said. His head was filled with buzzing sounds, interfering with external noises and his own thoughts.

After some time, the middle-aged man finally regained the ability to think. Looking at the trembling old man in front of him, he swallowed the words he wanted to say and just said, "Open the door."

"The Dean told me to stand still," the old man replied pitifully.

But it was this one sentence that ignited the flames of anger within the middle-aged man. He gritted his teeth, glared at the old man, and shouted, "I also told you to watch the door in the evening and not to sleep, why didn’t you listen?

I also told you to be alert and pay attention to the incoming and outgoing vehicles, why didn’t you listen?

It’s like one Mouse dropping spoils the whole pot of soup."

The middle-aged man was infuriated but refrained from saying anything too harmful, considering the old man’s age.

"Open the door! Hurry up!" With these words, the angry man ended his growl.

The old man trembled again and then walked with shaky legs into the duty room near the entrance.

As the retractable door slowly opened, the middle-aged man opened Du Heng’s car door, parked the car in the Hospital courtyard, and then went to move the other car.

After completing all of this, the middle-aged man waited in the duty room.

The sky was getting lighter, and more people and cars were entering the courtyard.

When the man saw a silver-gray sedan, he finally walked out of the office and quickly approached the man who had just gotten out of the car, "Section Chief."

The man’s face showed irritation. He didn’t respond to the middle-aged man who had approached him, but the middle-aged man followed him closely nonetheless.

"Stop following me. Have him pack up and leave."

"Section Chief... about Liu’s family situation..."

"Just because his family is poor doesn’t mean he has the right to sleep on the job! Does being old mean he can do whatever he wants? Even if he were my father, he couldn’t work like this. He must leave today." The man’s angry voice was filled with undeniable firmness. "And you, don’t expect a bonus this month."