It took Du Heng several days to sort out the series of infectious diseases caused by improper relationships, a process that was chaotic and somewhat subverted his values. He discovered that current relationships between men and women could become so messy they were utterly baffling.

Fortunately, Glasses Man and Tough Man went to the Department of Infectious Diseases at Provincial First Hospital, while Yu Zhiwei’s wife went to the Gynecology Department of the First Affiliated Hospital of JZU.

Later, both hospitals contacted Du Heng’s Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital to confirm the statements and to check if all relevant sources of infection had been notified. It was then Du Heng realized that Qi Xiaoqing and Yu Zhiwei could actually be considered relatively well-behaved young people. This was because the sources of infection for Glasses Man and Yu Zhiwei’s wife were surprisingly numerous and widespread. The sheer extent of the spread made the doctors at both other hospitals scratch their heads in frustration. They couldn’t help but call Du Heng again, hoping he could do them a favor and take all the patients.

Of course, these were just jokes, everyone venting their frustrations together. After all, it was the patient’s decision which hospital they went to for treatment. Hospitals capable of providing treatment couldn’t simply turn patients away. This was especially true for public hospitals. Although they had many of their own problems, they played an irreplaceable role in ensuring public health and safety.

Li Jianwei, sitting in the front row of the Tiered Classroom, watched the invited professor on stage speaking eloquently while also keeping an ear out for Du Heng’s grumbling.

"You kid, stop complaining to me," Li Jianwei whispered. "You’re the top leader of a hospital. Besides the hospital’s development, the safety of the doctors and nurses is a top priority in your work. Our kind of workplace is different from other departments, like public security or fire services. In those fields, dangers are visible and tangible; everyone has a general idea of what they’re facing. But we’re different. Often, we don’t even know where the danger lies. This is why our superiors constantly hold meetings, reminding us to improve our professionalism and standardize our work practices. This isn’t just a slogan; it’s a protection for patients and for us, the medical care personnel."

Du Heng watched the professor on stage, his gaze somewhat unfocused. "Ah, I just wanted to vent a bit to you, Teacher.

"To others, our job is about making money, and it’s seen as high-status.

"But only we know that we don’t actually make much money, and the work we do is far from high-status.

"For example, those in internal medicine, ENT, or neurology might have it slightly better. In other departments, doctors are either scooping out feces, untangling intestines, or acting like carpenters sawing wood. It’s not just hard and tiring work; we also have to deal with all sorts of invisible infectious diseases every day."

Li Jianwei glanced sideways at Du Heng. "Look at you, complaining again. Alright, let’s talk about something more pleasant. You’ve been listening to Professor Ding Yuxue’s lecture for a bit. What do you think?"

Du Heng refocused slightly, his gaze settling on the female professor on stage. After watching her for three or four seconds, he said, "She’s alright, I guess. Pretty average."

"Whoa, that’s not exactly high praise."

"She’s just reciting from the textbook, all stuff from basic traditional Chinese medicine courses. There are no special methods or theories. What’s there to evaluate in that?"

Du Heng scoffed, "Let me say something shameless: if you put Li Shuxun, or even Xiao Li, up there to lecture, I think they’d do a better job than her."

Li Jianwei also pursed his lips; Du Heng’s words mirrored his own thoughts. In his opinion, the professor’s teaching skills were decent, but her understanding of traditional Chinese medicine seemed mediocre.

Li Jianwei chuckled and said teasingly, "But she’s the one standing on the rostrum lecturing all the teachers and students of our school, while we can only sit below and listen. She must have something special about her. Just listen properly."

"Pfft, Teacher, I wonder if you’ve heard this saying?"

"What saying?"

"Platform is greater than ability; opportunity is greater than platform," Du Heng whispered. "Capital University of Traditional Chinese Medicine is a prominent institution nationwide, a true giant among top Traditional Chinese Medicine Universities. Developing on such a platform, as long as someone isn’t a complete idiot, they’re bound to progress more than someone from a school in a remote mountain area like ours. Besides, they’re in the Capital, right at the heart of the country. With all the opportunities, resources, and connections available there, is it really that hard for them to end up lecturing on the podium of a school like ours?"

Just as he finished speaking, the Dean, who was sitting in the front row, coughed softly and glanced back at Du Heng.

Du Heng immediately grinned, flashing his teeth, while the Dean looked at him, clearly annoyed.

The professor on stage continued, "Classmates, what we just discussed are some very superficial aspects of traditional Chinese medicine.

"However, even from this superficial knowledge, we can see that traditional Chinese medicine is vast and all-encompassing, a truly complex subject."

Du Heng, wanting to give the Dean face, grinned sheepishly. He then genuinely stopped talking to Li Jianwei and started to listen attentively to the lecture, just in time to hear the professor’s preceding words.

"Just now, we mentioned the correspondence between the five viscera and the five features: the liver opens at the eyes, the heart opens at the tongue, the spleen opens at the mouth, the lungs open at the nose, and the kidney opens at the ears."