afternoon.
Nanshan District First Hospital.
Secretary Zang blocked the car at the door of the ward, blocking all the cadres from the district who came to visit the patient.
Inside, Dr. Xu worked hard and gave Wang Anshi a massage treatment with great care. He wished he could press all the pain-relieving acupoints from head to toe.
But an hour passed.
Not only did Wang Anshi not feel any relief from his condition, but the pain became more and more severe. Every time he exhaled and inhaled, it seemed like a year had passed. The pain was almost killing him.
Doctor Xu finished pressing "Wang Shuji, how do you feel?"
Wang Anshi said angrily: "What kind of massage are you doing? Hiss! Why is there no effect at all?"
"Your illness is already very serious." Doctor Xu knew that it would not have much effect, and said: "Now we should do the operation as soon as possible. Massage is really..."
Wang Anshi clutched his stomach in pain and said, "Substitute! Your hospital doesn't have a good doctor! Hey! Just look for him from another hospital!" The pain was heart-wrenching, and his tone was no longer polite.
Half an hour later, Secretary Zang called various hospitals in Nanshan District. The last few hospitals sent a team of experts to consult Wang Anshi. After laboratory tests, many experts concluded that surgery was recommended. No, conservative treatment with infusions and medicines was also possible, but Wang Anshi refused to listen and got involved with Chinese massage, and asked them to find several massage doctors to treat him.
It took almost an afternoon.
I also changed three or four masseurs, but they had no effect at all.
Wang Anshi got angry again, and the pain was relieved by Dong's three strokes, and he didn't get sick again for three or four days in a row. But what did these people do? He still has a medical license! Not as good as a half-assed doctor? You've been struggling for so long but still no relief
Finally, an old Chinese medicine doctor said to Wang Anshi: "If there was anyone who could help you relieve this disease, it must be an expert in Chinese massage. You can go to him again. There is really nothing we can do."
The doctors next to him were also a little silent.
Wang Anshi fell silent, and then he realized that Dong Xuebin's medical skills were so superb! If you don’t want to take the risk of surgery, only Dong Xuebin can cure your disease?
The ward door suddenly opened.
"Uncle, how are you?" Wang Yuling came in after getting the news.
Secretary Zang also walked into the ward. Other leaders were blocked by him, but Wang Yuling was the niece of the leader, so Secretary Zang certainly wouldn't stop her.
Wang Anshi shook his hand and held his abdomen without speaking. The muscles on his face were aching.
A doctor next to him immediately told Wang Yuling about Wang Anshi's condition.
When Secretary Zang heard this, he became a little anxious. Looking at Wang Anshi, he suggested: "Why don't you call Xiao Dong here?"
Wang Anshi didn't say a word, his face was not good or bad.
Secretary Zang had no choice but to look at Wang Yuling, as if he wanted her to tell Dong Xuebin.
When Wang Yuling saw Secretary Zang's expression, she immediately pulled her face down, "Secretary Zang, I want to see Director Dong. I don't care if you call me!" When Wang Anshi wanted to touch Dong Xuebin, Wang Yuling came over to beg for mercy. , wanted his uncle to slow down his hand, and also said what to do if appendicitis reoccurred, but Wang Anshi didn't take it seriously, and still touched Dong Xuebin regardless of it. Now that he had the disease again, he remembered Director Dong again. Are you okay? Wang Yuling felt that this was too fucked up, and she had no shame to tell Director Dong anyway.
Renmin Street Middle Road, Nanshan District.
Dong Xuebin drove towards his mother’s school dormitory. He came out of the street office at noon.
The first is to avoid the limelight, and the second is to ask his mother to invite Yang Zhaode. Dong Xuebin wants to treat Comrade Yang to dinner in the evening. He has done him such a big favor, and as a junior, he must express his gratitude.
Then the phone rang.
It was Zhou Yanru, director of the Party and Government Office, who called him, "Director, have you heard about it?"
"Huh? What did you hear?" Dong Xuebin slowed down the car.
"There's something going on at the district committee. Anshi's [book] records that the illness is appendicitis."
Dong Xuebin suddenly asked, "Oh? Please tell me in detail."
Zhou Yanru told Dong Xuebin about the matter and she had just heard about it.
Dong Xuebin was happy when he heard it. Wang Anshi made himself sick? Fell in the district committee office building? Was he taken to the hospital by an ambulance in the afternoon?
No!
Dong Xuebin had expected that Wang Anshi's condition would relapse in the past two days. This was his original plan to use REVERSE to relieve his condition for three or four days. When the disease recurred, Dong Xuebin would treat him and relieve his condition for another seven and a half days. Months, this can prove Dong Xuebin's medical skills, and secondly, make Wang Anshi owe him a few more favors, so as to prepare for Dong Xuebin to lean towards Wang Anshi, tighten the relationship with the leader, and stand in line. But now, it is obviously no longer needed. Dong Xuebin felt quite relieved, lit a cigarette, held it in his mouth, turned the steering wheel and continued to drive forward.
Ring ring ring, the phone rings again.
Dong Xuebin frowned when he saw this number. He had the phone numbers of the main leaders in the district, and naturally also saved the number of his secretary.
It's the secretary of the district committee secretary!
Dong Xuebin didn't want to answer the call at first, but after thinking about it, he pressed the answer button. "Hello, Secretary Zang?"
Secretary Zang's voice sounded on the other end: "Director Dong, where are you with the street office now?"
Dong Xuebin said lukewarmly: "I'm not here, what's the matter?"
Secretary Zang was a little displeased by his tone, but since he wanted to ask for something, he didn't show it. He endured the anger and said: "That's it, Anshi [Book] wrote that he was hospitalized with appendicitis. The situation is quite dangerous. "Book" asked me to ask if you are free now. The last massage treatment, "Book" wants you to do it again. "
Dong Xuebin felt that he heard wrongly, "What did you say?"
Secretary Zang repeated: "The [Book] reminds you to go to the hospital, do you want to read it?"
Are you kidding me? ah? Dong Xuebin couldn't even laugh or cry, but he still asked me to treat him? What were you doing earlier? My buddy saved you Wang Anshi with good intentions, but what about you? Repay kindness with hatred!
In the blink of an eye, he turned his face and disowned the person! He's going to hit me with a knife! Think of me now? You want me to treat you? oh! I cured you! Are you going to deal with me vigorously again? Suppress me? Are you going to turn against someone again
Grass! Lou is fucking sick!
For an ordinary person, after breaking up with the district committee secretary, all they would think about is how to repair the relationship. This would undoubtedly be a good opportunity, but Dong Xuebin is not an ordinary person!
You are cheating on me! Still want me to treat you
Get lost, you motherfucker! What does Wang Anshi's life or death have to do with me?
Dong Xuebin said coldly: "I am a cadre in the subdistrict office, and I am not from the health bureau. What diseases can I treat? Are you looking for the wrong person?"
"you… "
Before he could say anything, Dong Xuebin hung up the phone!