Power and Wealth

Afternoon.

Nanshan District No. 1 Hospital.

The secretary stood in front of the ward, blocking all the cadres who came to visit the area.

Inside, Dr. Xu sold his strength and gave Wang An Shi a massage treatment with great care. He could not help pressing the pain relief points from head to toe.

But an hour has passed.

Wang An Shi not only did not feel the disease relieved, but it became more and more painful. It was as if it had been a year since he breathed and breathed. The pain was killing him.

Dr. Xu finished pressing, "Secretary Wang, how are you feeling? ”

Wang An Shi said, "What kind of massage are you? Why isn't it working? ”

“Your illness is already very serious.” Dr. Xu knew it wouldn't do much good, "he said.“ It's time for surgery as soon as possible. Massage is really... ”

Wang An Shi grabbed his stomach and said: "Change! You don't have a doctor in the hospital! Find it from another hospital!” It hurts so much, you can't be polite.

Half an hour later, the secretary of Tibet called various hospitals in Nanshan District. The last few hospitals sent an expert group to consult Wang An Shi. After the laboratory examination, a number of experts came to the conclusion that surgical treatment was recommended. If not, conservative treatment for the infusion drug could be taken, but Wang An Shi did not listen. He dried with the TCM doctor and asked them to find several massage doctors to treat him.

Tossed up almost an afternoon.

The massage doctor changed three or four, but it didn't work at all.

Wang An Shi was angry again, his last name Dong twice relieved his pain. He didn't get sick for three or four days, but what happened to these people? He's got a doctor's license! How about a half-hanger doctor? It's been so long, it hasn't eased?

The last old TCM doctor told Wang An Shidao: “If someone else can help you with this condition, it must be a TCM massage specialist, please find him again, there is really nothing we can do. ”

The doctors next door were also a little tacit.

Wang An Shi silenced down, he only found out that Dong Xuebin's medical skills were so superior! If you don't want to take the risk of surgery, only Dong Xuebin can cure this disease??

The ward door suddenly opened.

“Uncle, how are you?” Wang Yuling, who had received news, pushed in.

The secretary of Tibet also walked into the ward. The other leaders were blocked by him, but Wang Yuling was the niece of the leader. Of course, the secretary of Tibet would not stop her.

Wang An Shi shook his hand, grabbed his abdomen and didn't speak. His face was all sore and spasmodic.

A doctor next to him immediately told Wang Yuling about Wang An Shi's condition.

After listening, Tibetan secretary was also a little anxious, looking at Wang An Shi, he proposed: “Secretary, why don't you... why don't you call Xiao Dong over? ”

Wang An Shi didn't say a word, and his face couldn't come up or down.

The secretary of Tibet had to look at Wang Yuling. What he seemed to mean was that he wanted her to talk to Dong Xuebin.

Wang Yuling immediately pulled his face off as soon as he saw the look on Tibetan secretary's face. “Tibetan secretary, you need to call Director Dong, I don't care about this!” When Wang An Shi wanted to move Dong Xuebin, Wang Yuling came to beg for mercy. He wanted his uncle to slow down. He also said what to do if appendicitis happens again, but Wang An Shi didn't take it seriously. He still ignored Dong Xuebin, and now he's sick again. Now he remembers Director Dong's good? Wang Yuling thought this was too bad, anyway, she was ashamed to tell Director Dong.

… Nanshan District People's Avenue Middle Road.

Dong Xuebin drove to his mother's school dormitory. At noon, he set it out of the street. First, he took refuge in the wind. Second, he asked his mother to invite him to Yang Zhaode. At night, Dong Xuebin was going to invite old Comrade Yang to dinner. He helped himself with such a big favor. As an elder, he must always express himself.

At that point, the phone rang.

Zhou Yanru, Director of Party Affairs, called him, "Director, have you heard? ”

“Hmm? Heard what?” Dong Xuebin lowered the speed of the car.

“Something happened at the district council, Secretary Anshi got sick, or appendicitis. ”

Dong Xuebin first mentioned, “Oh? You go into detail. ”

Zhou Yanru told Dong Xuebin about it, and she only heard about it.

Dong Xuebin had a good time listening to it. Wang An Shi made himself angry? Down in the district office building? Got pulled into the hospital by an ambulance this afternoon?

You deserve it!

Dong Xuebin predicted that Wang An Shi's illness would be repeated these two days. That's what he had planned to do. First, give him reverse to relieve his illness for three or four days. When it happened again, Dong Xuebin went to treat him, and then relieved him for seven days and a half months. This is to prove Dong Xuebin's medicine. Second, let Wang An Shi owe him a few more people, so as to prepare Dong Xuebin to rely on Wang An Shi, tighten his relationship with the leader, and stand up for the team. But now, obviously, it's useless. Dong Xuebin felt quite relieved, lit a cigarette in his mouth and continued to drive forward with the steering wheel.

The bell, the phone rings again.

When he saw this number, Dong Xuebin frowned. He had the phone number of the main leader in the district, and the secretary's number was naturally stored.

It's the district secretary!

Dong Xuebin did not want to take it, but thought about it, or pressed the answer key, “Hello, secretary of hiding? ”

Tibetan secretary's voice rang out over there, "Director Dong, are you working with the street now? ”

Dong Xuebin was not cold or hot: “No, what is it? ”

Tibetan secretary got a little upset by his tone, but since there was something to ask for, he didn't show up and put up with the fire, "Well, Secretary Anshi's appendicitis is in the hospital, the situation is quite dangerous, the secretary asked me to ask if you are free now, the last massage treatment, the secretary wanted you to do him again. ”

Dong Xuebin thought he heard wrong, “What are you talking about? ”

The secretary of Tibet repeated: "The secretary wants you to go to the hospital, see? ”

Are you kidding me? Dong Xuebin laughed and made me cure him? What have you been up to? Brother saved Wang Anshi with kindness, but you? Vengeance! I turned my face around and didn't recognize anyone! Put the knife down and move me! Do you remember me now? You still want me to cure you? Oh, heal you! And let you come to me alive again? Suppress me? Do you want to turn your face over again?

I'm fucking sick!

If the average person, after tearing his face off with the district secretary, is thinking about how to repair the relationship, this is undoubtedly a good opportunity, but Dong Xuebin is not an ordinary person!

Your back shades me! You still want me to cure you?

Get the fuck outta here! What does Wang An Shi have to do with whether he's dead or alive?

Dong Xuebin coldly said: "I am a cadre on the street, not the health bureau, what illness will I cure? You're looking for the wrong guy, aren't you? ”

“You…”

Without waiting for him to say anything, Dong Xuebin hung up!

(To be continued)