Du Heng looked coldly at the silent people present. "As for the remaining patients, I have seen the names of every one of your hospitals in their medical histories."
"My seniors, if I, Du Heng, harbored the slightest ill intent, if I had merely said one extra word to any of them—with over 800 patients having passed through my hands—they could sue you all into utter ruin, land you in jail, and even bankrupt you."
Du Heng shouted these last few sentences, his hands braced on the table, his eyes filled with exceptionally complex emotions.
As he spoke, Du Heng's emotions were clearly stirred. Looking at the seniors before him, he said, "I could have undertaken this project entirely on my own."
"I simply wanted us to progress together, to help each other out where possible."
"But, my seniors, look at what you've been doing these past few days! Are you truly acting for the good of this project? Are you truly acting for the good of traditional Chinese medicine?"
