This Doctor Is Too Wealthy-Chapter 822 - 626 Valentine’s Day from a Straight Man’s Perspective_2

It wasn't Wu Shengnan's fault; any girl would probably get angry after hearing Du Heng's explanation of the Qixi Festival.

Wu Shengnan widened her eyes incredulously at Du Heng. Her gaze made his skin crawl, and he timidly asked, "Baby, did I explain it wrong?"

"Don't call me baby! I'm about to explode!"

"Don't be angry. If you think I explained it wrong, you can tell me."

Wu Shengnan took a few deep breaths. "The Qixi Festival is based on the folklore of Cowherd and Weaver Girl—that part is correct. But it expresses the emotions of married couples being inseparable and growing old together, and the commitment to love. Cowherd and Weaver Girl can only see each other once a year, yet they remain loyal to each other, willing to wait for that one meeting every year. Isn't this kind of love worth your admiration and learning?"

Listening to Wu Shengnan's explanation, Du Heng was a bit stunned. "Is *that* the explanation for the Qixi Festival?"

Wu Shengnan pressed on relentlessly, "Also, what's this about 'once a year,' or 'living like a widow'? Haven't you heard the saying, 'one day in heaven, one year on earth'? We celebrate Qixi Festival once a year, which is equivalent to just one day passing in heaven. Isn't this the same as Cowherd and Niece meeting every day? Straight guy, uncultured!"

After hearing Wu Shengnan's explanation, Du Heng tsked, a constipated expression once again appearing on his face.

This expression infuriated Wu Shengnan even more. "What do you mean by that, Du?"

Du Heng hesitated, "I said, baby, you can't get angry. If you're angry, I won't say it."

Wu Shengnan's chest heaved. She took a deep breath and said, "It's fine. Say it. I won't get upset."

Du Heng glanced at Wu Shengnan's state and ultimately decided to give up. "Never mind, forget it."

"Say it! You must say it!" Wu Shengnan glared at Du Heng, her eyes fixed on him, an uncompromising look on her face.

Seeing this, Du Heng felt a bit helpless. I was so tactless. Why did I have to discuss Valentine's Day or living like a widow? I should have just agreed with whatever she said.

"You just said that Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet every day, right?"

Wu Shengnan pouted and nodded.

"Since they meet every day, they're just a married couple living their daily lives, which are no different from those of ordinary people. What's there to commemorate?"

Du Heng decided to throw caution to the wind and speak his mind. "And if they meet every day, why choose Magpie Bridge? Can the magpies even handle it? Besides, with such frequent meetings, what could they possibly have to talk about all the time? This just proves the saying, 'familiarity breeds contempt,' right? If they're tired of each other, won't they quarrel every day? Let me add one more thing: Weaver Girl is a fairy, but Cowherd is just a mortal. According to the most reasonable arrangements, it's best for a man two or three times a week. So by this calculation, Weaver Girl must be dissatisfied, right? In the end, they'll definitely quarrel. So, I don't think your explanation works."

"AAAAH!" Wu Shengnan shouted in anger. "So, are we getting that certificate or not?"

"Yes, of course, we are." Du Heng glanced helplessly at Wu Shengnan. "Look at you. I said I wouldn't say anything, but you insisted. Now that I've spoken, you're all worked up."

"Just shut up." Wu Shengnan felt her mood utterly spoiled. You just can't discuss romantic things with a dense guy like him!

During dinner, Wu Shengnan engaged in retaliatory consumption and eating. She ordered whatever was expensive and stuffed herself with even the smallest portions, displaying an attitude as if determined to eat him into bankruptcy.

In the end, she didn't know if Du Heng felt suffocated by the bill, but her own stomach was so bloated that even walking was uncomfortable. When she got home, she went straight to bed early. As for Du Heng, she couldn't care less.

「On Sunday morning」

Without saying anything to Du Heng, she left the house early with her bag. Du Heng had no idea where she went or what she was up to.

When Du Heng got up and didn't see her, he knew the woman was still angry. He sent her some news as a greeting and then just went to work himself.

Upon arriving at the Hospital, Wu Buwei was immediately confronted with a host of Things, particularly with the patients transferred from the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, where he identified numerous problems.

At first, when he only checked the materials, he thought there was merely a problem with the prescriptions. But after the patients were sent over and he re-examined them, Wu Buwei felt overwhelmed.

This wasn't just a problem with the prescriptions; the diagnosis was fundamentally wrong, completely irrelevant to the actual illness.

Left with no choice, Wu Buwei had to start from scratch. However, some patients had already been treated by the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine for some time, and their conditions had become complex, leaving even Wu Buwei at a loss.

All the patients Wu Buwei couldn't handle were handed over to Du Heng, who was scheduled to work on Sunday.

But Du Heng couldn't fully focus on studying the cases with Wu Buwei. He needed to discuss arrangements with Director Zheng, who was in charge of the ceremony, and plan all the details and preparations for tomorrow's event. This was giving Du Heng a massive headache.

Who would give a speech? Who couldn't be left out? How big should the venue be? Where should people stand?

Should they have a ribbon-cutting or unveil a red cloth?

After the initial formalities, should they tour the hospital rooms?

If they were to tour, what should they say? Should they be careful with their wording? Should they consider whether these leaders would understand?

Du Heng irritably clutched his head with both hands and quickly reached out to stop Director Zheng. "Director Zheng, you and Secretary Huang can handle this. You don't need to tell me every single detail. Just give me a general rundown of the process so I don't make a fool of myself."

However, Director Zheng shook his head resolutely. "Dean, that won't work. You're the main figure tomorrow. You need to be involved from start to finish. Everything I've mentioned are things you need to pay attention to."

Du Heng looked at Director Zheng irritably. "Plans are often outpaced by changes. I think you should prepare a rough direction and process for everything, leaving some leeway for the participating leaders and for us organizers. If any unexpected situations arise, we'll be better able to manage, right? And do you really think the leaders will listen to you and follow your requirements and steps? So, I believe you shouldn't prepare for every single detail, especially worrying about what everyone should say. It would be better to come up with several contingency plans for unexpected events so we can adapt as needed."

Now Director Zheng didn't know what to do either.

Everything he was discussing with Du Heng were arrangements made after consulting with other leaders, based on their limited prior experience organizing such events.

The largest event they had managed before was welcoming an evaluation team from the Provincial Health Commission, led by Directors or section chiefs. They had only handled such teams twice, so their experience was genuinely scarce.

Especially now, with a Big Leader like Zhuo Mingde about to visit, their anxiety was palpable. They were constantly thinking about how to preemptively avoid any potential problems.

Seeing Director Zheng still hesitating, Du Heng hurriedly said again, "Just do as I say. Prepare a general framework and process. Then, for each arriving leader, we'll assign an attendant. Make absolutely sure no one is overlooked or neglected. Alright, don't hesitate anymore. Just prepare according to my instructions."

Seeing Du Heng speak so decisively, Director Zheng could only reluctantly agree. Before leaving, he asked again, "Dean, should we book a restaurant or anything?"

"No need to book. All the workplaces are in Jinzhou, only a few dozen minutes to an hour away from us. They'll likely head back after the ceremony."

"What if they don't leave?"

Du Heng felt a headache coming on. "If they don't leave, then arrange a couple of tables in the staff canteen. Our hospital is poor; we can't compare to those big hospitals. We'll have to make do."

Director Zheng looked at Du Heng in surprise, feeling this was somewhat disrespectful to the leaders. But seeing Du Heng's extremely impatient expression, he didn't dare say anything more.