Chapter 1370 - 858: I Have to Make Her Beg Me

This way of extending the invitation, and the timing, caught Du Heng a bit off guard; before this, he really hadn't had the slightest thought in this direction.

But now, seeing the Dean looking at him with a smile, Du Heng could only say modestly, "Thank you, Dean, for thinking so highly of me. If there's anywhere I can be of use, just tell me what to do."

"Then we'll settle it like that." The Dean lightly clapped her hands. "Once the things here at the sanatorium are wrapped up, we'll invite Sir Sun and Doctor Du over to our Department to give everyone a lecture."

As she spoke, the Dean suddenly sighed with feeling. "Originally I'd planned to do it in the form of public lectures, never thought it would turn into this kind of situation instead."

Sun Jiaxiang chuckled and said, "Dean, this is what they call good things taking a lot of twists and turns."

"Yes, yes, good things take a lot of twists and turns." The Dean followed with a laugh.

After a few more casual exchanges, the Dean finally turned to the real business. After a brief discussion, she accompanied Du Heng and Sun Jiaxiang to the Patient's Hospital room.

From the Dean's tone, Du Heng could also hear that she was really not fond of this Young man who had been admitted to the sanatorium.

Even the Patient's grandparents, in the Dean's description, came with quite a few subtle complaints.

But for these Things, you really couldn't blame the Dean.

What kind of place was this?

And what kind of people lived here?

Some young guy who'd been messing around in Foreign lands—what virtue or competence did he have to be allowed to live in a place like this?

The most important question was: was this even a place for him to be treated?

Was it convenient to see a Doctor here?

Here, aside from themselves, every time they managed to find a Doctor to treat him, whether for the Doctor personally or for the sanatorium itself, it was an indescribable torment.

Du Heng guessed that the reason the Patient could live in the sanatorium rather than in a Hospital room was, to a large extent, probably the result of that Old Lady—rumored to be hard to get along with—kicking up a fuss.

While Du Heng was lost in his own wandering thoughts, they saw the Patient, and at the same time saw Sir Li and that Old Lady.

Sir Li wasn't anything special, just an old man who came across as very amiable; when he saw the group come in, he showed a fairly warm side.

But that Old Lady was exactly like the gossip Du Heng had heard back in the Capital: she looked completely aloof, her chin always lifted high, always looking at people with a sidelong gaze, through the slit of her eyelids.

The Dean had been dealing with her for so long that perhaps she'd long gotten used to it, and simply didn't care about the Old Lady's behavior.

As for Sun Jiaxiang, maybe he'd already gotten a taste of it a few days earlier, so the moment he came in, he didn't so much as glance in the Old Lady's direction.

Yet this feeling, for Du Heng, was very unpleasant.

Especially when the Old Lady looked at him, her eyeballs rolling up and down, left and right, that gaze, thick with scrutiny, made the skin all over his body tighten.

Wherever that Old Lady's eyes fell, it felt as if several ants had crawled over that spot.

Du Heng secretly glanced at Sun Jiaxiang, muttering to himself in his Heart, Old ginger is still spicier—no wonder Sir Sun hadn't once turned his eyes toward the Old Lady since coming in; he'd clearly known already.

But then again, it was strange. The people Du Heng had met, the Patients he'd seen—if not ten thousand, then at least 8000.

Officials, beggars, the mentally ill, the rich, the poor—he'd seen all kinds of eyes, locked gazes with them. But to feel such instinctive dislike and disgust for someone, just from a single look at the other person's gaze and expression—that was a first.

And just from looking at her, you could easily imagine what sort of offspring she'd raise.

So thinking about the fact that all her descendants were Foreign-based, Du Heng could understand.

After a bit of secret, rambling speculation, with the Dean's introduction, Du Heng also saw the Patient's condition.

What the Dean said didn't differ much from what Sun Jiaxiang had told him.

But hearing someone describe a scene and seeing it yourself are two completely different experiences.

From the tops of the Patient's thighs downward, there wasn't a single intact patch of skin.

Some areas were a sheet of ulceration, constantly oozing exudate with a quiet hiss; to the eye it was a slick, dampness, with skin and fine flesh that were a mix of red and Black.

Some areas, although not ulcerated and the skin still present, appeared entirely bluish-black, giving the illusion of rotten wood on the verge of decay.

Other areas had neither ulceration nor bluish-black skin, just one shallow pit after another, each topped with a layer of Black scabs.

Looking closely at the connection between these scabs and the surrounding skin, you could clearly see there was no sign of healing at all; the whole edge looked like a ring of dead flesh, with no vitality whatsoever.

Du Heng bared his Teeth and sucked in a breath of cold air.

The scene was no less shocking than when he'd seen Du Bing crushed under a tricycle—utterly nauseating.

At the same time, he understood why all the other colleagues had unanimously decided on amputation.

With this situation, Du Heng himself also felt that if they didn't proceed with amputation soon, all the skin and flesh on the Patient's legs would rot away.

If the lodging and nursing conditions were any worse, there might well be maggots crawling back and forth on the Leg.

After the Dean finished outlining the basic condition, because she wasn't a specialist in this area, she let the Dermatology Specialist who'd come in with her start adding details, while she herself stepped back two paces, giving the main space up to Du Heng and the others.