Chapter 103 precious medicinal materials

Words : 1449 Updated : Sep 12th, 2025

The leaders were quite satisfied with Du Heng’s performance. Regardless of whether the patient could be saved, pulling him away now had done them a significant favor. Moreover, after listening to An Chunhui’s introduction, they believed this young man was quite capable. "Deputy Director? Is he qualified? Have you reviewed his materials? If this isn’t approved, your actions would be very reckless." "We’ve reviewed them. According to the Health Clinic’s evaluation standards, Doctor Du Heng is more than qualified for the exceptional promotion. Furthermore, the Health Commission values the opinions of the local leadership departments." "That’s good. You must pay attention to such a capable and responsible young man." An Chunhui’s eyebrows twitched slightly; he sensed he had grasped the leader’s intention. The small interruption on-site concluded, and the leaders resumed their field office meeting. Today, right here on site, the post-disaster reconstruction plans for Shang Ling Village had to be finalized. Of course, none of this concerned Du Heng. His mind was entirely preoccupied with the patient’s condition, repeatedly reviewing the prepared treatment process and medication dosages, checking for any potential errors. The patient’s condition was critical; he might only have one chance to administer medication. If the patient died en route, he might not even get the chance to administer any medication. The Health Clinic had staff on duty. By the time Du Heng and the others arrived, the on-duty personnel had already opened the large iron gate and prepared a hospital room. Wang Lili, who lived nearby, was already waiting. She had brought out all the Health Clinic’s available emergency equipment, truly preparing for the worst. Just as she finished her preparations, three cars drove in. With the assistance of his family members, the patient was smoothly moved to a hospital room on the second floor. Du Heng, without time to change his clothes, followed them upstairs. Once the patient was settled on the sick bed, Du Heng performed another check-up and assisted Wang Lili in setting up the Health Clinic’s only electrocardiogram monitor, a device they had always treasured. Although Wang Lili had undergone training and knew how to operate the machine, in her seven or eight years of practice, she had never used it on such a critically ill patient. Especially with this patient being practically half-dead, fear inevitably welled up inside her. As she attached the electrode patches, feeling the patient’s icy skin, she felt her own hands trembling. The moment the electrocardiogram monitor was connected, the machine on the table started to alarm, making the already tense group of people even more anxious. Looking at the screen of the connected monitor, Du Heng’s heart also pounded anxiously. Especially with the heart rate at 164 beats per minute. This is deadly! "Lili, start the oxygen. I’m going to prepare the medicine now." Du Heng finished speaking and turned to leave, but he bumped squarely into Wu Buwei, who had just rushed in, drenched in sweat. Seeing Wu Buwei, Du Heng stopped and quickly said, "You’re here just in time. Come with me." In the office, ignoring whether the table was dusty, he leaned over and directly began writing a house: "Aconite 200 grams, dried ginger 25 grams..." After writing, he handed it directly to Wu Buwei. "Go to the Pharmacy, get the medicine, add 2,000 milliliters of boiling water, and begin a decoction with strong fire immediately. After decocting for fifteen minutes, bring it to me straight away." Wu Buwei took the opportunity to change his clothes. He reached for the house and was about to leave when he glanced at it and stopped. "Senior Brother, did you write it wrong? Shouldn’t aconite be 20 grams? Did you add an extra zero?" "No, it’s correct. It’s 200 grams. Hurry up." Wu Buwei was startled; he knew very well what 200 grams of aconite implied. However, he had matured into a competent assistant, and Du Heng had truly earned his respect. Since Du Heng had given a clear answer to his question, he didn’t press further and immediately took the house to the Pharmacy to get the medicine. After Wu Buwei left, Du Heng didn’t rest. Instead, he deliberated for a long while before writing another house. After finishing, he stood up, took his white gown from the nearby coat rack, put it on, and was about to head out when the Pharmacy Doctor rushed in, followed by a helpless-looking Wu Buwei. "Doctor Du, I daren’t dispense 200 grams of aconite for you! That dosage is far too large." Indeed. Du Heng had insisted on a signed consent form due to the inherent risks, and the Pharmacy was understandably apprehensive as well. If such a large dose caused problems, not only would the prescribing doctor be held responsible, but the Pharmacy dispensing the medicine would also be implicated. Du Heng slapped his forehead. I was too rushed, I forgot the consent form! "Wait a moment! The patient’s family and the leaders all signed a consent form. Let me find it for you." As he spoke, he began rummaging through his pockets. The Pharmacy Doctor didn’t budge. He was firm: if he didn’t see a consent form today, he wouldn’t dispense the medicine. The alternative would be to wait for the registration office to open, for the patient to be entered into the system, and for Doctor Du to place an order through the system and sign for the medicine. A handwritten house alone wouldn’t suffice! Du Heng searched all his pockets but couldn’t find the handwritten consent form anywhere. Instantly, cold sweat trickled down Du Heng’s back. What if it’s lost? Would I have to ask the family to sign another one? And what about the leaders’ signatures? Where did it go? Where did it go? Du Heng mentally retraced his steps from the beginning, but he had no idea where that paper had ended up; he simply couldn’t recall where he might have put it. The Pharmacy Doctor, seeing Du Heng’s distress, reminded him, "Doctor Du, I recall you drove here. Could you have left it in the car?" "I’ll go check." Du Heng had no recollection of putting it there, but now he had to search everywhere. Fortunately, the crucial document was indeed in the car, lying on the front passenger seat. Du Heng retrieved the consent form, feeling a wave of relief. "See? Everyone signed it. The Police Station Chief even signed it. You can dispense the medicine without worry now." Only after seeing the consent form did the Pharmacy Doctor turn and head back to the Pharmacy. This time, Du Heng didn’t dare to be careless with it. He took it to the office, placed it carefully inside a drawer, and locked it. This thing is too critical. Wu Buwei took the prescribed medicine to the decoction room at the back. Du Heng handed another sheet of paper to the Pharmacy Doctor. "Please prepare this for me, according to these quantities." The Pharmacy Doctor glanced at the house. "Korean ginseng, gastrodia, musk? What kind of house is this?" "Ginseng-Gecko Powder." "Which kind of musk do you need? Synthetic or natural? The synthetic is 80 yuan per gram, and the natural is 5,000 yuan per gram." "That expensive?" Du Heng was taken aback. He had anticipated it would be costly, but not *this* costly. "Expensive? Try buying it from an outside pharmacy; they’ll charge you eight or nine thousand, easily. Now, hurry up and tell me, which one do you want?" "The natural one, of course. This is to save a life." The cost doesn’t matter now, Du Heng thought, besides, I already asked the patient’s family, and they agreed. Currently, the patient isn’t in the system yet, and no deposit has been paid. If those two brothers try to renege on payment, I’ll be the one stuck with the bill. Once the medicine ingredients were prepared, Du Heng took them to the decoction room at the back. He needed to roast them again until completely dry and then grind them into a fine powder. The Health Clinic’s Pharmacy stored its medicinal materials properly, so it only took a few minutes to get them ready. Du Heng carried the prepared medicine from the back of the building and was about to head upstairs when he saw Wang Zhenzhen rushing in, a bag on her back. "Sister, what are you doing here?" Wang Zhenzhen had rushed and was panting. "Gong called me, so I came to see what was happening." "Sister, you’re here at the perfect time. I’ll have the patient’s family come down to pay the fees." "Alright. You go on upstairs. I’ll go turn on the computer."

Chapter 103 precious medicinal materials

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