After sending off Director Zheng, Du Heng's irritation subsided slightly, but there was no time to rest. He got up and walked towards the ward where Wu Buwei was dealing with a bunch of problems.

Upon arriving at the office, he saw Wu Buwei talking to several people. Everyone seemed to be in a bad mood, even a little heated, staring each other down.

Du Heng took a careful look and saw that the person arguing with Wu Buwei was the doctor who had followed them from the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Before this, the patient had spasms in his hands and feet, sore bones, and constant discomfort in his throat," the doctor from the Provincial Hospital stated. "He described it as if there was something lodged that would move up and down with each breath, and he couldn't cough it up. Aren't these typical symptoms of phlegm-wind?

"I used Qi-Normalizing Lindera Powder to clear the airways and dispel wind-qi. What is wrong with that?"

Wu Buwei clenched his jaw but still tried to suppress his anger. "Okay, if there's no problem with your diagnosis or your treatment method, why did the patient develop facial paralysis and inability to extend both arms after taking your prescribed Qi-Normalizing Lindera Powder? Before receiving your treatment, he did not have any of these symptoms. Why can't you just admit that you were wrong?"

The doctor arguing with Wu Buwei was older and more experienced than Wu Buwei, somewhat similar to Du Heng in age. Hearing Wu Buwei accuse him of being wrong again, his face turned red with anger. "Isn't this a normal manifestation of a stroke?

"This proves that there was no problem with my diagnosis; it was a stroke. It's just that the patient was brought in late, missing the best time for treatment, and I was too conservative with my medication, underestimating the patient's condition, which led to the current situation.

"If it weren't for my timely medication, the patient wouldn't just be experiencing facial paralysis and arm numbness with inability to lift; he would be paralyzed and unable to walk."

Wu Buwei trembled with anger at the doctor's shamelessness. He had clearly made a treatment mistake, yet he was pushing all the responsibility onto the patient.

"Alright, since there's no mistake in your diagnosis, what about the follow-up treatment?" Wu Buwei challenged. "Why hasn't the patient shown any recovery to this day? Instead, the numbness in both arms has worsened. How do you explain that?"

The questioned man stiffened for a moment but immediately responded, "This should be due to the short duration of the medication; the effects have not yet become apparent.

"Traditional Chinese medicine focuses on stability and gradual progress in treating diseases. You, a resident doctor who just got your practice qualification, still have much to learn. Don't be too aggressive."

"You..." The man's words directly hit Wu Buwei's weakness.

This was also the concern Wu Buwei had when Du Heng suggested him as the project team leader: his experience was too limited and his resume too thin to command respect.

Just like now, the other doctor was clearly in the wrong, but when he invoked seniority, Wu Buwei had no grounds to argue.

"What's all this noise?" Hearing this, Du Heng's face immediately fell. He walked into the office with a dark expression.

Seniority meant little to Du Heng, as he himself had little to boast of in that regard.

As Du Heng walked in, both arguing parties stopped talking, and those who were watching the commotion quietly retreated a few steps.

Du Heng walked to the middle and coldly surveyed those present. He didn't immediately address the doctor from the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, but instead said, "Bring me the disease record you were just discussing."

Wu Buwei handed the disease record to Du Heng while suppressing his anger, his heaving chest revealing he was on the verge of an outburst.

Without comforting Wu Buwei, Du Heng attentively looked through the disease record.

"Lead the way to the patient's hospital room." After going through the disease record, Du Heng calmly closed it and headed out of the office.

Wu Buwei quickly adjusted his breathing, then strode ahead of Du Heng, leading him to the patient's hospital room.

The patient was a man in his fifties. Despite the facial paralysis, a slight prominence was visible between his eyebrows. His eyes held a heavy, almost palpable gloom. While his mouth was clearly crooked, his lips bore an almost imperceptible upward curl.

Resentful and narrow-minded, frustrated in life.

This was no mere illusory facial diagnosis, but an outward manifestation of emotional turmoil caused by liver qi stagnation.

Du Heng checked the patient's pulse, his face, and the arms that could not stretch and lift.

"What is your relationship with the patient?" After the examination, Du Heng looked at the young woman beside the patient and asked softly.

The young woman didn't know who Du Heng was, but seeing the large group of people following him, she felt extremely nervous. Upon hearing Du Heng's question, she quickly replied, "He is my father."

"Father and daughter, huh? That's perfect. Come to the office with me; I have some questions for you."

Having said that, Du Heng turned and headed back to the office, followed closely by the young woman.

At this moment, the doctor from the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine suddenly stepped forward and said softly, "President Du, I know all the patient's information. You can ask me."

Du Heng glanced back, said nothing, and continued walking to the office, leaving the doctor standing there awkwardly.