Wu Shengnan took Du Heng from Dong Yuezhang, saying irritably, "You’re already in this state; why did you run home instead of going to the hospital?"

With one hand supporting his waist and the other on Wu Shengnan’s shoulder, Du Heng said, "That’s nonsense. I’m a doctor myself, so what’s the point of going to a hospital?" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"To get a plaster, of course," Wu Shengnan said grumpily. "I hope it hurts you to death."

Ignoring Du Heng, she turned to Dong Yuezhang. "Brother Dong, would you like to come up and sit for a while?"

Dong Yuezhang chuckled. "No, I need to go home and catch up on some sleep. Besides, what if you two start fighting when you get home? Should I support my brother, or should I support you? Hahaha, alright. You help him back; I’m leaving too."

Watching Dong Yuezhang leave, Wu Shengnan glared unhappily at Du Heng. "Look at you! You went to a banquet and ended up in this state, all filthy. If word got out, people would laugh their heads off. People who know would say you went to a banquet. Those who don’t would think you were mugged and thrown into a cesspool."

Du Heng was now grimacing in pain. The slightest movement, even a smile, felt like it would make him convulse. Hearing Wu Shengnan’s ridicule, he could only endure in silence.

Not long after they returned home, Wu Buwei came in with the prepared medicine and carefully applied it to Du Heng.

Lying on the bed, Du Heng groaned, "I won’t go to the hospital for a few days. If there’s anything you’re unsure about, just call me or video chat."

After applying the medicine, Wu Buwei pulled Du Heng’s clothes down. "I know, Senior Brother. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything reckless."

Du Heng slowly let out a breath. "I’m quite reassured by your personality and the way you do things." He winced slightly again. "Ouch, this won’t do. Since you haven’t left yet, why don’t you give me a massage before you go?"

Wu Buwei didn’t hesitate and stood up to start Du Heng’s massage. Du Heng was very satisfied with the strength and angles, so satisfied that he drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

...

For the next few days, Du Heng remained at home, completely bedridden, giving himself a proper break. Since he couldn’t take care of himself, Wu Shengnan had to stay home to look after him. This allowed him to enjoy a few good days of being waited on hand and foot.

However, these good days didn’t last long. After just a few, Wu Shengnan was called away by an urgent phone call.

After Wu Shengnan left, Du Heng, who supposedly couldn’t even get up because of his back pain, suddenly acted like a perfectly normal person—getting out of bed, dressing, and heading out.

Jin Zan looked at Du Heng, who had suddenly appeared before him, and said with some surprise, "Didn’t you sprain your waist? How come you look like nothing’s wrong?"

Du Heng scoffed, "What kind of nonsense is that? If I can treat others, can’t I prescribe some medicine for myself?"

Jin Zan shot back a disdainful look. "Look at you, so smug, as if you weren’t in any pain at all. Anyway, what are you here for today?"

"I came to see the girl who was brought in the other day." The journey from his home to the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine had caused Du Heng’s waist, which had been improving, to start aching faintly again, making him quite uncomfortable.

He didn’t stand on ceremony, pulling Jin Zan out of his chair and plopping his butt down in it. "Don’t just stand there dazed. Quickly, tell me, how’s the girl recovering?"

Looking at the obstinate Du Heng, Jin Zan just shook his head, speechless. He really didn’t know what to say to someone so pigheaded.

"Your skills are excellent; the girl is recovering very well. She was spared the ordeal of an operation." Jin Zan leaned against his office desk, lowering his voice a little. "However, since waking up, the girl has been very quiet. She only talks to her father and no one else."

Hearing this, Du Heng couldn’t help but frown. Just as he was about to ask something, Jin Zan continued, "A couple of days ago, the police from your township came. After they talked with her, they also spoke with me and the nurses. The core message was for us to keep our mouths shut and not spread idle talk."

"Spread idle talk? What idle talk?" Du Heng asked curiously.

Jin Zan shot Du Heng a look. "See? I just said, don’t spread idle talk. It means we should focus on treating the girl’s illness and not pry into other matters. Understand?"

Du Heng paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled. "By the way, this girl has a history of nosebleeds. Has she had any here?"

Hearing Du Heng’s question, Jin Zan abruptly stood up from his office desk. "Now that you mention it! The girl had a nosebleed on her second day here. That episode nearly scared me to death; we couldn’t stop it no matter what. Fortunately, after a while, it stopped on its own."

"Did you have someone look at her?"

"I had the Director of our Internal Medicine Department and the Director of Otolaryngology Department take a look. They eventually determined it was ’lung-fire invades the contrary’ and prescribed medicine for clearing lung fire." Jin Zan went TSK TSK. "And let me tell you, after taking the medicine, the girl has been very stable these past few days. No more nosebleeds."

"Vomiting blood is a disorder of the Stomach, while epistaxis (nosebleeds) Violates the Lung. If it’s diagnosed as ’lung-fire invades the contrary,’ then that diagnosis itself shouldn’t be a major issue." Du Heng smacked his lips, then said slowly, "However, this girl’s nosebleed problem has been going on for a very long time. That can’t be explained solely by ’lung-fire invades the contrary.’"