Chapter 1464: 1417 Inner Respect for Money

In a villa in Deep Water Bay, Doctor Huo of Harmony Nurture was roused by a ringing phone.

Being disturbed while sleeping is very annoying.

Doctor Huo glanced at his phone; it was the hospital calling.

Is Qin Lu done for? Doctor Huo guessed.

However, he wasn't tense; he first suppressed his morning grumpiness.

If Qin Lu could survive, that would be best, meaning there would be a huge red envelope, but that's just a beautiful dream.

According to Doctor Huo's judgment, Qin Lu couldn't possibly live past a month; he could die at any moment.

Although this would reduce his income a little, it didn't matter.

Being able to live in Deep Water Bay, with the Li family's villa nearby, surrounded by mountains, gathering wind and qi, famed as the top feng shui treasure spot in Xianggang, Doctor Huo was already quite satisfied.

In Xianggang, doctors are a high-income group, and their workload isn't heavy. Such a high-paying yet respectable job is what many people dream of.

He suppressed his morning grumpiness and answered the call.

"Doctor Huo, the situation has changed!" the on-duty doctor said anxiously.

"A change? Is Qin Old Master's condition worsening? Just give symptomatic treatment; why call me?" Doctor Huo was unhappy. He got up, walked to the nearly hundred‑square‑foot living room, opened the fridge, and took a bottle of water.

"No, a doctor from a public hospital in Di Du has been invited to see the patient, and supposedly there's been progress." said the on-duty doctor of Harmony Nurture Hospital.

"Di Du? A public hospital?" Doctor Huo snorted, unhappily saying, "You think a public hospital would have any good doctors?!"

"Doctor Huo, that's Di Du; it's not the same as here."

"That's impossible! When I went to Di Du a few years ago to give lectures, I saw their patients.

Like an ocean, every doctor is exhausted. In that state, doctors could collapse at any time.

They're worn out from seeing patients all day; as for research, there's no time. Basic research advances slowly, let alone making any breakthrough on Alzheimer's disease, which vexes the world." Doctor Huo said contemptuously.

"No, no, Doctor Huo, listen to me." The middle‑aged doctor from Harmony Nurture on the other end, seeing he was about to hang up, quickly said: "The doctor from Di Du's public hospital says it's not a nervous system disease, but excessive insulin secretion…"

"Please have some scientific spirit!" Doctor Huo took a sip of water, feeling his sleepiness largely gone, slightly displeased: "The endocrine system is completely fine; Old Master Qin has no diabetes, nor any risk."

"……"

"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up." Doctor Huo said: "Don't tell me about these things from now on."

"Doctor Huo, Master Song just arrived." the voice on the other end lowered and said.

Doctor Huo instantly sobered up.

"Master Song? Is that the one?"

"Mm."

"What did Master Song say?" Doctor Huo asked nervously.

"She didn't speak, but she didn't leave either; I saw her go into the next‑door reception room."

"Alright, I'll go right away." Doctor Huo hung up.

He didn't put on clothes directly, rushing to Harmony Nurture Hospital. Instead, he held that bottle of water and stood before the large floor‑to‑ceiling window.

The night served as a backdrop, reflecting Doctor Huo's silhouette.

"A public hospital doctor?" Doctor Huo curled his lip in a sneer. He thought his smile was handsome and very affable.

A few years ago, when he went to Di Du to lecture, he personally witnessed a sea of patients.

There was also someone holding a banner accusing black‑hearted doctors of deliberately killing patients, a family member of a patient.

That workload and environment are still sufficient for diagnosing and treating simple, common ailments.

But do they have time to engage with cutting‑edge technology?

Doctor Huo wouldn't believe such nonsense.

He knew how much a medical lab would cost. Would those big public hospitals in Di Du really have that kind of money?

Absolutely impossible!

No money, no time, constantly exhausted. That this respectable profession of doctor has become this way in Di Du among peers, Doctor Huo also couldn't comprehend.

Let the poor who can't pay just die; why waste so much manpower and material to save them?

And misdiagnosing Alzheimer's as diabetes… such an absurd diagnosis—how could it be spoken? Doctor Huo also didn't really believe it.

At the very least, a basic medical and scientific attitude should be present, right?

The key is that the Qin family is one of the few major wealthy clans in Xianggang! Why would they seek out such an unreliable doctor?

Doctor Huo was somewhat unable to understand.

But that isn't important.

In Di Du, public hospital doctors, in his eyes, were like ants.

Without dignity, like worker ants bearing excessive labor, news of doctors dying suddenly comes from time to time.

What kind of technical level could such people have?

Thus he scoffs at the so‑called large public hospitals.

They contain no technical substance; those doctors don't understand any cutting‑edge technology! Even directors, professors, or academicians, in Doctor Huo's view, are no better than illiterates.

But what he values, worth making a midnight trip for, is that legendary Master Song.

This is already the third‑generation Master Song.

After the second‑generation Elder Song passed away, the third‑generation Master Song retreats into seclusion; ordinary people hardly ever see him.

But Master Song is quite proficient in feng shui geomancy and plum blossom divination; a few semi‑true, semi‑false anecdotes circulate in Xianggang, all saying that Master Song's intervention can turn the tide.

Rumors spread by ignorant commoners, Doctor Huo doesn't care.

But many wealthy people in Xianggang truly have a faction that, like the Qin family, venerates Master Song as an honored guest.

The wealthy have their reasons for being rich. Doctor Huo's respect for the wealthy comes from the heart.

Master Song, if this time I get a chance to enter his discerning eye and receive a few pointers, perhaps my career and fortune will rise even higher.

Thinking of that mysterious Master Song, Doctor Huo's smile became much more respectful and humble.

Although he hadn't yet faced Master Song, the respect that came from his Bone was already showing on his face and body.

After finishing the water, Doctor Huo changed into a fresh set of clothes.

The tie's color seemed a bit off, not solemn enough, slightly flashy.

Change it again.

Somewhat stiff and conservative.

He also didn't know what color Master Song liked, or whether his performance could reach Master Song.

Doctor Huo tried on three or five ties, like a woman about to go out, repeatedly selecting, and finally favored a certain tie.

Although still somewhat dissatisfied, there was no time left.

Doctor Huo felt a little regret; it seemed his clothes still needed a bit more to suit various occasions.

Otherwise, like today, if he suddenly encountered a great opportunity but then foundered on some small detail, that would be too absurd.

No!

Today Qin Old Master might not be able to hold on; I need to wear a black suit.

As he was about to leave, Doctor Huo suddenly remembered this matter.

In a hurry, he went back and changed into another set of clothes.