This Doctor Is Too Wealthy-Chapter 663 - 542 is because my understanding is low.

After running around for a week, Du Heng had just returned to his office when Director Zheng from the Hospital Office entered, grinning broadly.

"Dean, do you have a moment?"

"Sure, what's up?"

Director Zheng chuckled. "Great news, two pieces of it."

Seeing the broad smile on Director Zheng's round face, Du Heng couldn't help but smile himself. "Great news, and two pieces of it? Hurry up and spill."

"The interview time for "Striking the Truth" on Provincial TV Station is set for next Friday."

Director Zheng stealthily wiped beads of sweat from his neck. "But it's not a one-on-one interview. It's been changed to a salon discussion format. There will be a large audience present, and there might be some interaction with you."

Du Heng considered what a salon discussion entailed, then nodded. "Okay, no problem. But this isn't exactly good news, is it?"

"The Provincial TV Station sent over the appearance fee for the program—two thousand yuan." Director Zheng beamed.

But Du Heng was even more puzzled.

Two thousand yuan? Never mind himself; even this portly, greasy-faced man wouldn't call two thousand yuan good news.

But considering it was supposed to be three to five hundred yuan and had now become two thousand, something was off. "Didn't you say it was only three to five hundred yuan last time? How did it become two thousand?"

"Heh heh." Director Zheng's smile was smug and a bit sleazy. "Your Short Video Account has surpassed five million followers."

Five million?

This was genuinely good news, but Du Heng was stunned.

Five million followers... What did that even mean? That was more than the entire permanent population of Jinzhou! To put it another way, it was as if every single person in Jinzhou was his fan. This was too much, too exaggerated.

"What happened?" Instead of feeling happy, Du Heng was very confused.

"Here's the thing, Dean. After we posted the video about hypoxic-ischemic encephalopathy in children, you were already gaining popularity. Then, the day after you went to the Provincial Women and Children's Hospital—Xiao Kang went with you, right?—we posted videos of your treatment process there too.

At the same time, the families of those pediatric patients who came to our hospital after seeing the videos not only agreed to let us post updates on their treatment process, but the family members also appeared on camera themselves—only the children's faces were pixelated."

All of this had been accomplished under his wise leadership, and as he mentioned it now, Director Zheng was brimming with pride.

"After a week of continuous updates and more children for comparison, far fewer people are cursing you, Dean, or the hospital, and the number of followers is increasing every day."

This was indeed good news. The more people who knew, the more people he could help, and he would have more case studies for comparison in treating this disease.

But something still didn't seem right. There couldn't be that large a patient base for pediatric cerebral hypoplasia caused by hypoxia, especially not an online audience of that size. It seemed impossible.

Director Zheng seemed to have noticed Du Heng's confusion and continued, "When we were updating those videos, we also posted the ones of you treating elderly patients. The response was very good."

But as soon as he finished, Director Zheng's brow furrowed. "However, a few videos about treating the 'three highs' were taken down due to complaints that they were misleading patients. But for other conditions, we edited in which symptoms are treated with which medicines, and there were no issues with those."

Du Heng opened his mouth as if to speak, then abruptly stopped. After a moment's thought, he said, "Don't worry about that. Just post videos according to their requirements. Is there anything else?"

Director Zheng looked momentarily dazed, then continued, "Miss Feng Su and Miss Li Qin also recommended you, Dean, on their social media accounts. That's why your follower count reached this number."

I knew it, Du Heng thought. How could there be so many people on the internet interested in pediatric cerebral hypoplasia and geriatric diseases? It had to be the celebrity effect after all.

Du Heng smiled. "You've worked hard recently, Director Zheng. If you're not too busy, take a couple of days off. Don't overwork yourself."

"Thank you for your consideration, Dean."

"If there's nothing else, you can get back to your work. I'm going to check on those children in the ward."

Director Zheng was dumbfounded; he hadn't finished delivering the good news yet! He quickly stepped forward. "Dean, I haven't finished telling you the good news!"

Du Heng was taken aback. "Didn't you say there were two pieces?"

"The follower count was the first piece. There's more to come," Director Zheng said anxiously.

Left with no choice, Du Heng had to sit down again. "Then please continue, Director Zheng."

Director Zheng wasn't just sweating from the heat; he was genuinely excited. Sweat glistened on his neck.

Du Heng found it a bit unsettling to watch and handed Director Zheng some tissues from the table.

Director Zheng wiped his sweat, chuckling again, this time even more triumphantly.

"Dean, two advertisers have approached you. They want you to promote their products in your videos." Director Zheng had a proud and confident expression as he held up three stubby fingers and wiggled them. "Each is offering three hundred thousand yuan."

After saying that, he gestured again. "Also, some live streaming guild has approached us. They want you, Dean, to sign a live streaming contract with them for one million yuan a year."

Having said that, he waited with a broad smile, eagerly anticipating Du Heng's praise.

But Du Heng's entire face turned green.

He wanted fame, yes, and to be an Internet Celebrity Doctor with a large fan base, but his fundamental goal was to be a doctor. But the way Director Zheng described it, it sounded like he was becoming an internet celebrity first, and a doctor second.