This Doctor Is Too Wealthy-Chapter 650 - 535 Broken Tradition of Chinese Medicine

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"Take it!"

Those three words struck Wei Kaida and Li Nating's hearts like a sledgehammer.

Even though they had suspected as much upon seeing the test report, hearing Du Heng say it aloud was still difficult to accept.

Du Heng didn't know how to comfort them, so he could only sigh and say, "In this situation, it's better to do it earlier. If you delay for a few days and the fetus develops further, the harm to Li Nating's body will be greater.

"Besides, you two are still young. You can use this time to recover, get married without worry, and then having a child later is also a good option.

"I have already contacted the Gynecology Department for you. You can go directly there."

Wei Kaida's lips twitched into a stiff smile. "Bro, we've troubled you." As he spoke, he reached out, grabbed Li Nating's hand, and held it tightly.

Wei Kaida softly comforted Li Nating. After a good while, her emotions stabilized somewhat. "Who should we look for there?" she asked.

"Director Gao Qin of the Gynecology Department. She's in the outpatient service today. Just go directly to her."

"Alright, then we'll get going."

Wei Kaida gathered the scattered test reports from the table, put his arm around Li Nating's shoulder, and they walked out of Du Heng's office.

Du Heng considered accompanying them, but the atmosphere felt too somber. So, he didn't get up and instead immersed himself in his own work.

When people get busy, especially when fully immersed in a task, it's easy to lose track of time.

So it was with Du Heng. One moment he was sighing over Wei Kaida and Li Nating's predicament, but once he dove into the sea of documents, he had no other thoughts.

He didn't snap back to reality until the office door was knocked on again and Director Zheng appeared at the entrance.

A glance at his phone revealed that three hours had passed; it was already time for lunch.

For a brief moment, Du Heng suddenly felt a tinge of aversion towards his current job.

This kind of work, buried in piles of documents, didn't seem to be what he truly wanted.

This kind of work didn't seem to bring him that joy and happiness that came from the bottom of his heart.

He still preferred sitting behind his consultation desk, feeling the fluctuating pulses, listening to patients' accounts—that gave him the sense of fulfillment he cherished.

His current state felt very busy, yet exceedingly hollow.

"Dean, I've already communicated with the short video platform. Our video has been reposted."

Hearing Director Zheng's credit-seeking tone, Du Heng merely nodded noncommittally. This reaction from Du Heng brought a hint of embarrassment to Director Zheng's fleshy face. But seeing Du Heng still focused on the documents in his hand, Director Zheng's awkwardness lessened, and he quickly added, "Dean, our province's satellite TV station wants to invite you to be on a program."

Du Heng looked up. "What program?"

"It's called "Striking the Truth.""

Du Heng was momentarily astonished.

Jinzhou's Provincial Satellite TV was a peculiar station.

While other provincial satellite TV stations were striving to export their local cultural specialties to the nation, this one diligently broadcast TV dramas. Moreover, right in the middle of the day, it designed a program for all viewers called "Let's All Play Cards."

Whether it was Dou Dizhu, Shengji, Shuang Kou, or playing mahjong—if you could think of it, they could do it. They even turned them into professional competitions.

Even so, this satellite TV station was largely ignored by viewers.

However, the program Director Zheng just mentioned, "Striking the Truth," or rather its predecessor, had once made this Provincial Satellite TV go viral.

The Grenade-690 Tactical Nuclear Graphics Card—ring any bells?

Such a graphics card, with a single unit, could allegedly destroy an entire aircraft carrier battle group. Imagine that kind of power.

Although the fundamental problem lay with an erroneous edit in the X-degree Encyclopedia's materials, for a program broadcast nationwide, it was incredibly unprofessional, perfunctory, and frankly, utterly careless that no one—from the producer, to the host, down to the editor and reviewer—bothered to confirm the veracity of this information, directly using the sourced entry on the show.

So, when Du Heng heard it was this program, his heart genuinely skipped a beat.

Everyone was already saying he was a fraud, a charlatan who spouted nonsense.

If this program were to 'endorse' him, it would truly be like yellow mud falling into his crotch—not shit, but treated as shit all the same.

But then he thought, the tactical nuclear graphics card incident was many years ago, and the program had changed its name. People probably wouldn't remember.

Besides, no matter what, the credibility of a television program was still higher than that of an online video.

Du Heng thought for a moment and asked, "Will it cost money?"

Director Zheng immediately refuted it. "This time, they want to interview us; they should be paying us. How could we possibly pay them? It's not like we're going there to advertise."

"How much will we get paid?"

"I inquired a bit. It seems to be around three to five hundred yuan."

"Three to five hundred yuan?"

Du Heng looked at Director Zheng in disbelief.

Director Zheng was taken aback by Du Heng's gaze and hurriedly explained, "Dean, I just asked someone else about it. I haven't actually talked to the program group yet."

Du Heng quickly said, "Oh, oh, oh, don't overthink it. I'm just surprised that TV stations pay so little. I thought it would be at least several thousand yuan."

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