Du Heng nodded. "Alright, then go get ready." After speaking, he found a shady spot. Seeing that Du Heng was ignoring her, Deng Jia could only return to her team, recount what Du Heng had said, and then head to the delivery room with the nurse who accompanied the car. Only a few minutes later, Huo Yinhua and Wei Wen were the first to come out, their faces alight with joy and the corners of their eyes crinkling with smiles. "Where’s Lili?" Du Heng asked the two who had come out. Huo Yinhua smiled. "She’s inside, settling some paperwork with the Municipal First Hospital. She’ll come out when it’s done." Upon hearing this, Du Heng picked up the unused stretcher and turned to walk outside. "Alright then. Let’s leave this to our colleagues from the Municipal First Hospital. Our work here is done." "Yes, our work here is done." The three of them chuckled and walked out together. As soon as they stepped outside, Zhao Bin came up to greet them. "President Du, leaving already?" "We’re finished, so yes, it’s time to go." "Come to my place. I’ll have my wife cook something; you can eat before you leave. Everyone’s been busy all morning and hasn’t eaten yet." Du Heng chuckled. "We won’t impose. We’ll head back directly. These three have picked up a certain smell; they need to change and freshen up." Only then did Zhao Bin notice the state of the two women. Their uniforms were speckled with stains, especially Wei Wen’s, which even had small spots of blood. Realizing his invitation was ill-timed, Zhao Bin apologized, "I got too excited and didn’t notice." Knowing Du Heng and his team were eager to return, he didn’t press further. Du Heng and the others returned to the car and waited quietly for Wang Lili. However, the excitement in Huo Yinhua and Wei Wen’s hearts was palpable. There was so much to discuss about the day’s events, so much to boast about. They desperately needed an outlet for their joy and excitement, to let others share in their elation. The Health Clinic could also perform treatments that were incredibly thrilling! Once back at the Health Clinic, the three women who had assisted with the birth went to shower and change. Du Heng and the driver, not having participated in the delivery, merely washed their hands and headed straight for the kitchen. Du Heng heartily ate two bowls of food and then, contentedly rubbing his stomach, walked towards his office. As he passed Lu Zhongjiang’s office, Lu spotted him and quickly called out, "Dean, you’re back? How’s the patient?" Du Heng turned and leisurely sauntered into Lu Zhongjiang’s office. Their offices had been moved to the rear courtyard, and the space was much smaller now, feeling somewhat cramped and less imposing than before. "Mother and child are both safe. The Municipal First Hospital has taken them." "That’s good. When I heard at noon that it was a difficult labor, I was worried all afternoon." Du Heng chuckled. "How did the morning meeting go?" Lu Zhongjiang gave a wry smile. "How else? The same old story. Not a single substantive issue was discussed all morning." "Only you can handle those meetings, Secretary. If it were me, I’d have snuck out halfway through." "Dream on. The Bureau knows the habits of you deans. Now there’s both signing in and signing out, precisely to prevent you from leaving early." Lu Zhongjiang sighed, silently expressing his dissatisfaction with this system. "However, Director An gave me a task. He said you agreed to it." Du Heng looked confused. "What did I agree to?" "The Municipal Criminal Police Detachment sent a letter. They want to invite you to their workplace to conduct health checks." As Lu Zhongjiang spoke, his expression was full of bewilderment. He couldn’t understand why the Municipal Criminal Police Detachment would invite a doctor from a mere Health Clinic. And for physical examinations, no less! Who gets a traditional Chinese medicine doctor for physicals? Don’t people usually go to a Physical Examination Center or a large hospital for blood tests and X-rays? Besides, what can a traditional Chinese medicine doctor even check in a physical? Before speaking to Du Heng, he had even suspected Du Heng might have pulled some strings to gain prestige. But now, seeing Du Heng’s equally shocked expression, he knew he had overthought it. Perhaps they genuinely wanted Du Heng to conduct the physicals. Du Heng was genuinely taken aback. He hadn’t expected Wu Shengnan to be serious. "Really, the Municipal Criminal Police Detachment?" "Of course. They even sent an official letter." Du Heng sighed. "What did Director An say?" Lu Zhongjiang leaned back, speechless. "What else could he say? He was thrilled. He asked me to tell you to give it your all and provide our police officers with the best medical support. He also said we can make any requests, and as long as they aren’t too excessive, he’ll agree to them." Du Heng rolled his eyes. That’s as good as saying nothing. What does ’not too excessive’ even mean? He’s the one setting the standard, isn’t he? If he really wanted to offer something, it should be concrete. "You set the time. Contact them yourself, but you need to notify the Bureau. The Publicity Department wants to send someone with you." "To take photos, of course! Gather material for publicity." "You arrange it for me. Just avoid Wednesdays." Lu Zhongjiang glanced at Du Heng. "I knew you’d dump this on me." "The capable ones always get more work, right? Anyway, I can’t chat anymore; I still have treatments to do." Well-fed and content, Du Heng began his busy afternoon’s work, unaware that he was the subject of a heated discussion in the Emergency Department of the Municipal First Hospital. Zhou Yixian genuinely didn’t want to hear Du Heng’s name, nor did he want any further association with him. But what happened last month was indeed their fault, and they ended up owing Du Heng a favor. Moreover, their hospital was the designated guidance unit for Du Heng’s Health Clinic, so they couldn’t avoid dealings, especially now that the Health Clinic had also started emergency patient transfers, meaning even more interaction. So, as Zhou Yixian watched Deng Jia recount the noon’s events to everyone, praising how amazing Du Heng’s techniques and medication were, he felt extremely uncomfortable. The Emergency Department was relatively quiet during the day. Several doctors were free and chatting energetically when a nurse rushed into the office, shouting, "Quick! Bed 32 is crashing again!" From the chatting group, a male doctor spun around and dashed out, all composure and dignity gone. As the man vanished like the wind, the chatting group immediately fell silent and hurried after him. Even Director Zhou Yixian was no exception; in fact, he moved a bit faster than the others. Bed 32 had been admitted for emergency treatment due to heart failure. In four days, seven Critical Illness Notifications had been issued. They had already told the family they could discharge the patient and begin making arrangements, but the family refused to give up, insisting on every possible measure. This was the eighth time. They didn’t know if the patient could be resuscitated this time. After five minutes of frantic rescue efforts, everyone involved retreated, drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted, as if they had just wrestled several strong men. The male doctor who had run out first gasped heavily, "Director, let the patient be discharged. It’s cor pulmonale complicated with a cerebral crisis and acute kidney failure. There’s no hope left. Continuing will only increase the patient’s suffering." Zhou Yixian also looked exhausted. He had given his all in the recent rescue attempt; if not for his intervention, the patient wouldn’t have been saved. Hearing the male doctor’s words, he shook his head, his expression grave. "The family disagrees. They insist on resuscitation." Actually, there was an unspoken option: when the patient became critical, they could delay their response ever so slightly. Just a little. They could achieve the desired outcome, and no one would ever find out or be able to assign blame. But this went against their professional ethics, and more importantly, they couldn’t live with it themselves. The male doctor continued, "Then send the patient to the ICU. Keeping the patient here indefinitely isn’t a solution." Zhou Yixian still shook his head. "I’ve spoken to the ICU several times, but they won’t take the patient." Fınd the newest release on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 Zhou Yixian smiled helplessly. Why? It’s a patient who is certain to die. If even we won’t keep them, why should the ICU take them? But he didn’t say this aloud. Having asked, the male doctor realized it was an inappropriate question and fell silent, quietly following Zhou Yixian. The five-minute rescue had left him physically and mentally exhausted. Suddenly, the image of a patient he had once rescued flashed through his mind: Li Qiuhua. His eyes suddenly lit up. "Director, let’s ask Doctor Du Heng to take a look!"