As soon as he turned his head, he was bumped hard from behind, causing him to stumble forward involuntarily, and the child's crying grew even louder.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my child is injured, and we are in a hurry to go to another hospital. I walked too fast, I'm really sorry." Du Heng had just steadied himself when he heard an urgent voice from a lady behind him.

Du Heng looked at the lady who was speaking, seeing her anxious face, and beside her was a man holding a wailing child.

Du Heng shrugged. "It's okay, I'm fine. Just be careful with your child."

As he spoke, Du Heng glanced at the wailing child, a boy of around three years old, leaning his head on the man's shoulder and crying loudly. This made Du Heng ask, "Isn't this a hospital? Can't they treat him here?"

The woman's face was a mask of anxiety and anger. "This is a terrible hospital, and the doctors here are garbage! They only know how to take money but can't even treat illnesses."

Du Heng raised his eyebrows, curiously asking, "What's wrong with the child?"

"My child's arm hurts. We just had a doctor take an X-ray, and they said my child has a dislocated shoulder. But this hospital has no orthopedic surgeon, so they can't treat him here and told us to go to another hospital."

The woman's face turned red with anger as she spoke, her words firing off like a machine gun without pause, "If you can't treat him, just say so! Why waste our time with X-rays? I think they're just obsessed with money!"

Du Heng turned to look at the child, reached out towards the arm facing him, and asked, "You mean this arm, right?"

Seeing Du Heng reaching for her child, the woman's expression changed drastically, and she reached out to stop him. "What are you doing?"

At the same time, the man holding the child, after a slight daze, also flinched back a bit, trying to keep Du Heng away from his child.

However, just as they reacted, Du Heng had already grasped the child's arm with one hand and his shoulder with the other. But it seemed he had barely made contact when the child, due to the man's retreat, slipped from Du Heng's grasp.

But the child's crying suddenly spiked, becoming even louder.

The woman rushed forward, pushed Du Heng, and exclaimed with a flushed, anxious face, "What do you think you're doing? Do you want me to call the police?"

Du Heng smiled and said, "Your child is fine now. He's all better."

The woman, who had been about to speak, paused and looked back at her child, puzzled. "All better?"

"Of course, he's all better. You can ask your child to try raising his hand."

The woman still looked suspiciously at Du Heng, her body tensed in a guarded posture. However, the child's crying was gradually subsiding, and she began to feel a flicker of hesitant belief.

"Baby, come to Mommy." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

After the woman spoke, the child stretched out both arms, wanting to be held by her.

Seeing the child's raised hands, both the woman and the man holding him widened their eyes in astonishment.

This is incredible! We just saw the man's hand barely touch the baby, and his dislocated arm is fixed?

Du Heng looked at the astonished couple and said, "A child's bones haven't fully formed yet, so improper force can easily cause a dislocation. Similarly, if it's easy to dislocate, it's also easy to set right. By the way, how did the child's shoulder get dislocated?"

The woman reached out to take the child, still looking at Du Heng with a very strange expression, but she answered his question, "We don't know. The child's grandmother said he suddenly started crying inconsolably and wouldn't let anyone hold him, especially his arm. So we hurried back and brought him to the hospital."

Du Heng didn't press further on the matter. He was about to say goodbye when the woman asked, "Are you a doctor too?"

"Yes, I am a doctor at the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital," Du Heng said with a smile.

The woman's expression changed again, and she said hurriedly, "But that's not right. You're so skilled—just a gentle touch and my child was all better! So why did your doctors say you don't have an orthopedic surgeon?"

Du Heng smiled and explained, "I am the Dean of the hospital and a TCM practitioner. Our doctors might have thought I don't practice orthopedics. Besides, our hospital genuinely doesn't have an orthopedics Department, so it's not that our doctors were intentionally trying to cheat you out of money."

Du Heng's words made the woman's face flush slightly, but her eyes still held a hint of disbelief. Just as she was about to speak, a voice called out from behind them, "Family members! The family of the child with the dislocated shoulder, please wait a moment!"

Hearing the voice, they turned to see a female doctor hurrying towards them.

As she approached, she saw Du Heng standing with the patient's family and greeted him, "Dean."

"You really are the Dean?" the woman asked, her eyes wide with surprise yet again.

Seeing the woman's astonished look, Du Heng smiled lightly.

Du Heng recognized the doctor who had just run over; she was a pediatrician. He asked quietly, "Were you the one who saw this patient just now?"

The female doctor nodded quickly. "Yes, Dean, I attended to this little patient just now."

"Then why have you come over now?"

"I just contacted a teacher I know; he's the chief doctor of the orthopedics department at the Children Hospital. I've already spoken with him. They can just take the X-rays and go directly to my teacher."

The female doctor was very nervous. Just moments ago, as the child's mother was leaving, she had loudly threatened to file a complaint against her. Now, standing with the Dean, she was truly flustered.