Chapter 659 [What does it have to do with me if you live or die?] (Seeking a monthly ticket)
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. [bsp; Inside, Dr. Xu tried his best to give Wang Anshi a massage treatment with great care, wishing he could use the pain-relieving medicine from head to toe.
All the acupuncture points were pressed by him.
But an hour passed.
Not only did Wang Anshi not feel that his condition was relieved, but the pain became more and more painful. Every time he exhaled and inhaled, it seemed like a year had passed. The pain was almost killing him.
Doctor Xu finished pressing the button and asked, "Wang Shunuoji, how do you feel?"
Wang Anshi said angrily: "What kind of massage are you doing? Tsui! Why is there no effect at all?"
"Your illness is already very serious." Dr. Xu knew that there would be no great 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! Boom! Just look for him from another hospital!" The pain was heart-wrenching, and his tone no longer cared about being polite.
Half an hour later, Secretary Zang called and contacted 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 me almost an afternoon.
I also changed three or four masseurs, but there was no effect at all.
Wang Anshi got angry again, and the pain was relieved by Dong's three strokes. He didn't get sick again for three or four days in a row. But what did these people do? They even have a doctor's license! They are not as good as a half-hearted doctor?
You've been struggling for so long but still no relief?
Finally, an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor said to Wang Anshi: "If there was anyone who could help you relieve this disease, it must be an expert in traditional Chinese medicine and massage. You should go to him again. There is really nothing we can do."
The doctors nearby were also a little silent.
Wang Anshi fell silent, and then he realized that Dong Xuebin's medical skills were so superb! If he didn't want to bear the risk of surgery, only Dong Xuebin could cure his disease?
The ward door suddenly opened.
"Uncle, how are you?" Wang Yuling, who came after receiving the news, opened the door and came in.
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 hands and clutched his abdomen without speaking, the muscles on his face were cramping with pain.
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: "Shuluo Ji, or else..." How about calling Xiao Dong over?"
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, who seemed to want her to tell Dong Xuebin.
When Wang Yuling saw Secretary Zang's expression, she immediately pulled her face down. "Secretary Zang, if you want to see Director Dong, go ahead and make a call. I don't care about this!" When Wang Anshi wanted to touch Dong Xuebin, Wang Yuling came over.
He had begged for mercy and wanted his uncle to take it easy. He also told him what to do if appendicitis reoccurred, but Wang Anshi didn't take it seriously and still touched Dong Xuebin regardless. Now that he had the disease again, he remembered it again.
Is Director Dong doing well? Wang Yuling even thinks that this matter is too fucked up. She has no face to tell Director Dong anyway.
Renmin Street Middle Road, Nanshan District.
Dong Xuebin drove towards his mother's school dormitory. He left the street office at noon, firstly to avoid the limelight, and secondly to ask his mother to invite Comrade Yang Zhaode to dinner. In the evening, Dong Xuebin wanted to treat Comrade Yang to dinner, so someone helped him.
I am doing such a big favor, and as a junior, I always have to express my gratitude.
At this time the mobile phone rang.
It was Zhou Yanru, director of the Party and Government Office, who called him, "Director, have you heard?"
"Huh? What did you hear?" Dong Xuebin slowed down the car.
"There's something wrong with the district committee. An Shishu Naoji's illness is still appendicitis."
Dong Xuebin raised his head and said, "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 this. Wang Anshi made himself sick. He was taken to the district committee office building and was taken to the hospital by an ambulance in the afternoon.
Deserve it!
Dong Xuebin had expected that Wang Anshi's condition would relapse in the past two days. This was what he planned at the beginning. He would first use oral buepse to relieve his condition for three or four days. When the disease relapsed, Dong Xuebin would treat him again.
The relief lasted for seven days and a half. This way, it could prove Dong Xuebin's medical skills. Secondly, it would make Wang Anshi owe him more favors, so as to prepare for Dong Xuebin to lean towards Wang Anshi and tighten the relationship with the leader in order to stand in line.
But now, it was 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 secretary's number.
It's the secretary of the district committee secretary calling!
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 Shuji is hospitalized with appendicitis. The situation is quite dangerous. Shu
Chuo Ji asked me to ask if you are free now. Shu Chuoji wanted you to do it again for the last massage treatment."
Dong Xuebin felt that he heard wrongly, "What did you say?"
Secretary Zang repeated: "Shuchengji wants you to go to the hospital, do you want to see it?"
Are you kidding me? Ah? Dong Xuebin couldn't laugh or cry, but he asked me to treat him? What have you done before? My brother saved you Wang Anshi with good intentions, but what about you? You will repay kindness with hatred! In the blink of an eye, you turned your back and refused to recognize anyone else.
! You cut me with a knife! Now you think of me? You want me to cure you? Oh! I cured your disease! Let you come to deal with me vigorously again? Beat me and suppress me? You will turn your back and deny it again?
people?
Damn it! I'm fucking sick!
If an ordinary person had a falling out with the secretary of the district committee, all he would think about was how to repair the relationship. This would undoubtedly be a good opportunity, but Dong Xuebin is not an ordinary person!
You're cheating on me! Do you still want me to treat you?
Get lost! What does Wang Anshi’s life or death have to do with me!?
Dong Xuebin said coldly: "I am a cadre in the sub-district office and I am not from the health bureau. What diseases can I treat? Are you looking for the wrong person?"
"you……"
Without waiting for him to say anything, Dong Xuebin hung up the phone!