This Doctor Is Too Wealthy-Chapter 617 - 510 I Want to Be a Divine Doctor_2

After that, there was nothing more to talk about, as Du Heng couldn’t reveal his inner thoughts in front of Sister Li.

At this point, Sister Li also felt that she had said enough, and quite deeply.

So, the two of them didn’t say anything more and hurriedly ended their exchange.

On the way home, Du Heng kept thinking about this matter.

When he reached the foot of his building, Du Heng didn’t go upstairs. Instead, he called Wu Shengnan. "Nannan, is your dad at home right now?"

"Yes, I was just talking to him."

"Can you take me to see your dad?"

"What’s wrong?" Wu Shengnan immediately became nervous.

Hearing the anxiety in Wu Shengnan’s tone, Du Heng quickly said, "It’s just a small work-related matter. I want to ask your dad for his opinion."

"Oh." Wu Shengnan’s tone noticeably relaxed. "Now is a good time. I just heard my dad say he’s going out of town tomorrow for a work inspection. Where are you?"

"At the community entrance."

"Wait for me, I’ll be right down."

After they met and Wu Shengnan got in the car, she eagerly asked Du Heng what work trouble he’d encountered that made him want to seek her father’s guidance.

There was a hint of teasing amusement in her tone, a touch of schadenfreude.

She knew that ever since things had started getting serious between them, Du Heng had been consciously or unconsciously avoiding this topic. His taking the initiative today naturally piqued her curiosity.

Du Heng now had a goal that seemed clear yet was simultaneously vague and impractical. What would the specific outcome look like? How should I go about achieving it? What pitfalls should I watch out for? He was completely stumped.

Precisely because he was stumped, he needed guidance.

And the best, most qualified person to guide him and offer help was undoubtedly Wu Shengnan’s father.

Therefore, before receiving that guidance, Du Heng found it difficult to articulate the problem to Wu Shengnan.

So, he brushed it off with a laugh, and the question was temporarily shelved.

「In the study」

Wu Shengnan’s father listened intently as Du Heng described the challenges he faced, the frustrations he felt, and his aspirations.

"Uncle, do you think my idea is feasible?" Du Heng finished, looking at Wu Shengnan’s father with anticipation.

Wu Shengnan’s father looked with satisfaction at the young man who was about to become his son-in-law.

Previously, he had grumbled a few times about Du Heng’s apparent complacency. Unexpectedly, in just a month, his grumbles had become entirely unfounded.

"First, I must say your decision is absolutely correct. That force... it’s something even I wouldn’t touch, let alone you. Avoiding the brunt of it and preventing direct conflict is the best choice."

Wu Shengnan’s father chuckled. Judging by his expression, he didn’t seem like someone who ’couldn’t touch it’ at all.

"As for your aspiration, it is indeed the best way to solve the problem. Of course, other methods exist, but they aren’t suitable for you. Only what fits you is truly the best.

In the words of a great man, it doesn’t matter if it’s a white cat or a black cat; a cat that can catch mice is a good cat."

He paused briefly, his expression growing more serious. "However, as for your goal of becoming a Divine Doctor, I don’t think that alone is enough."

Du Heng listened intently.

"Personal fame is easy to achieve. It can help you reach your goal quickly, like a rocket, especially in today’s internet environment. It’s exceedingly easy for someone to become famous.

And for someone like you, who possesses genuine skills, it’s even easier—so easy you might find it incredible.

For example, becoming famous overnight."

Du Heng scratched his head. Thinking about his current connections and resources, it seemed his future father-in-law wasn’t wrong. He really did have the potential to become famous overnight.

"However, personal fame is too ephemeral; it can’t withstand real scrutiny. Of course, this scrutiny isn’t a test for you, but for your... fans.

As long as the other party is willing to make a move, it won’t take two days for you, an Internet Celebrity Doctor, to be discredited, with no chance of recovery."

Du Heng felt a chill run down his spine.

He had been too optimistic.

Du Heng took a long breath and asked humbly, "Uncle, then what should I do?"

"Fame is definitely necessary," Wu Shengnan’s father said slowly. "The title of Divine Doctor is crucial for your subsequent plans, so you must pursue it. But after gaining fame, you can’t rashly do whatever you want."

Du Heng remained silent, listening with even greater attention.

"Once you have fame, you must seek status—that is, influence. You need to hold positions in influential organizations or obtain titles from one or more professional bodies, such as our province’s medical expert database, recognition as a renowned expert associated with the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, or even national level accolades."

Du Heng was stunned at this.

He had wanted to resolve this issue quickly, but from the sound of it, it didn’t seem like something that could be resolved in a short time.

"If you don’t mind, I can help you with this," Wu Shengnan’s father suddenly added.

Du Heng was somewhat touched.

Listen to that! Is this something a prospective father-in-law, when things aren’t even remotely settled, would say? Some actual fathers might not even do this, just to avoid any suspicion of favoritism. Of course, if I dared not to marry Wu Shengnan, I probably wouldn’t live to see another day.

"Thank you, Uncle."

Wu Shengnan’s father nodded in satisfaction. This is how a young man should behave.

"Having fame and status isn’t enough. You need to prepare one more thing."

"What?" Du Heng was a little puzzled.

"You need to have a strong team."

As soon as Wu Shengnan’s father finished speaking, Du Heng understood.

Without a strong team, forget everything else; the sheer number of people drawn by his reputation would be enough to work him to death. But this would mean drawing out the timeline even further. At the very least, the current Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital lacked the prestige to support a ’Divine Doctor’. It seemed he still needed to patiently build his foundation.

Du Heng’s mood deflated somewhat, but Wu Shengnan’s father immediately said, "Leave this matter to me as well. Your current Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital? Forget it being a solid foundation for you; it’d be good if it doesn’t hold you back."

Huh?

Du Heng was a little confused.

Does my future father-in-law intend to arrange a position for me at a more prestigious hospital? Do people at his level make such significant arrangements so casually?

Before Du Heng could fully process it, Wu Shengnan’s father stood up. "Alright, you just focus on your plan to become famous, to become a Divine Doctor. Leave the rest to me.

But remember one thing: haste makes waste. Plan carefully before you act."

Du Heng also stood up and said sincerely, "Thank you, Uncle."

Wu Shengnan’s father chuckled and patted Du Heng’s shoulder lightly. "No need to thank me. Just treat Nannan well. That girl of mine is stubborn; you’ll need to be patient with her."

Du Heng quickly affirmed, "Don’t worry, Uncle. I definitely will."

"Alright, let’s go out."

Du Heng had found his motivation to strive once more, and he was filled with energy.

However, Jin Juan, whom he had just fired, was preparing to add a little ’spice’ to his efforts, ensuring his path wouldn’t be too dull.

「In a private room of a small, inconspicuous tavern」

Jin Juan and a man wearing glasses sat facing each other.

"I’ve already obtained the photos and disease records you wanted. What about what you promised me?" Jin Juan asked indifferently, casually peeling a shrimp tail.

The man appeared unhurried. "The 10,000 yuan is ready. As long as what you’ve provided is genuine and meets my requirements, I can transfer the money now."

"Fifty thousand," Jin Juan stated flatly.

The man across from her adjusted his glasses. "Raising the price at the last minute? That’s a bit underhanded of you."

Jin Juan sucked the juices from the shrimp tail in her hand. "I checked the news about that Paparazzi King. When he handles celebrity public relations, the fees are in the hundreds of thousands, even millions, of yuan. I’m asking you for 50,000 yuan; that’s not much."

The man’s lip twitched. "The material Dog God has can completely destroy a celebrity’s reputation. Are a hospital photo and a disease record really worth that much?"