Truth be told, two years ago, he had been working for six or seven years, but he didn't even have 3,000 yuan of savings in his account.
This was the savings of someone with a stable government job, let alone the farmers in the village who only had their own farmland to rely on.
So, if he could prescribe medicine, he would. If not, and surgery was necessary, Du Heng would explain.
Somehow, the news of Du Heng treating the villagers spread to the village administration.
This made things even more remarkable, as villagers from surrounding villages came running over one by one. They were all embarrassed to be there, awkward, and even a little obsequious. However, they stayed rooted to the spot, and none of them left.
However, these people knew it wasn't appropriate to bother Du Heng at this time, so they consciously queued up at the door, not entering the room to disturb him.
