Chapter 659 [What Does It Have to Do with Me if You Live or Die? 】

afternoon.

The First Hospital of Nanshan District.

The Tibetan secretary blocked the car at the door of the ward, blocking all the cadres from the district who came to visit the patient.

Inside, Doctor Xu exerted all his strength and gave Wang Anshi a massage treatment with great care.

But an hour passed.

Not only did Wang Anshi not feel that his condition was relieved, but the pain became more and more painful. It seemed like a year had passed when he exhaled and inhaled. The pain was about to kill him.

After Dr. Xu finished pressing "Wang [Book], how do you feel?"

Wang Anshi said angrily, "What kind of massage are you doing? Sigh! Why is there no effect at all?"

"Your illness is already very serious." Doctor Xu knew that there would not be much curative effect, and said: "Now we should have surgery as soon as possible, and massage is really..."

Wang Anshi grabbed his stomach and said, "Change! Your hospital doesn't have a good doctor! Sigh! Just find it from another hospital!"

Half an hour later, Secretary Tibetan called and contacted various hospitals in Nanshan District. The last few hospitals sent an expert team to Wang Anshi for consultation. After laboratory tests, many experts concluded that surgical treatment was recommended. No, conservative treatment with infusion, infusion, taking medicine is also possible, but Wang Anshi refused to listen and went to massage with traditional Chinese medicine, and asked them to find a few massage doctors to treat him.

Tossed for almost an afternoon.

The massage doctor also changed three or four, but there was no effect at all.

Wang Anshi got angry again, and the surnamed Dong relieved his pain with three or two strokes. He didn't get sick again for three or four days, but what did these people do? Still have a doctor's license! Not as good as a half-ass doctor? After tossing for so long, there is no relief?

The last old Chinese doctor said to Wang Anshi: "If there was someone who could help you relieve this kind of disease, he must be an expert in Chinese medicine massage. You can find him again, we are really powerless."

The doctors next to him were also a little silent.

Wang Anshi fell silent, and 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 this disease? ?

The door to the ward suddenly opened.

"Uncle,

How are you? "Wang Yuling, who came after the news, pushed the door and came in.

Secretary Zang also followed into the ward, and other leaders were blocked by him, but Wang Yuling was the leader's niece, so of course Secretary Zang would not stop her.

Wang Anshi shook his hand, grabbed his stomach and did not speak, the muscles on his face were spasming with pain.

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

When Secretary Zang heard this, he was also a little anxious. Looking at Wang Anshi, he suggested, "How about [Book] Kee... or call Xiao Dong over?"

Wang Anshi didn't say a word, so he couldn't lose face.

Secretary Tibetan had to look at Wang Yuling, and the meaning in his eyes seemed to want her to talk to Dong Xuebin.

Seeing the expression on Secretary Zang's face, Wang Yuling immediately pulled her face down, "Secretary Zang, I want to find Director Dong, I don't care if you call!" When Wang Anshi wanted to move Dong Xuebin, Wang Yuling came over to ask for mercy , wanted his uncle to slow down, and also said what to do if appendicitis recurred, but Wang Anshi didn't take it seriously, and still moved Dong Xuebin recklessly. Now that he is sick again, he remembered Director Dong again. Okay? Wang Yuling felt that this matter was too fucked up. Anyway, she had no face to tell Director Dong.

Renmin Street Middle Road, Nanshan District.

Dong Xuebin drove his car towards his mother's school dormitory, and he came out from the street at noon.

One is to avoid the limelight and the other is to ask my mother to invite Yang Zhaode. In the evening, Dong Xuebin wants to invite Comrade Yang to dinner. They have helped me so much. As a junior, I always have to express it.

Then the 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 lowered his speed.

"There was an accident at the district committee, An Shi [book] recorded the illness, or appendicitis."

Dong Xuebin raised his spirits, "Oh? Tell me in detail."

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

Dong Xuebin was happy when he heard it, Wang Anshi made himself ill? Down in the district office building? Was pulled into the hospital by an ambulance in the afternoon? ?

Nose!

Dong Xuebin had expected that Wang Anshi's condition would recur in the past two days. That's what he planned to use REVERSE to relieve him for three or four days. When the disease recurred, Dong Xuebin would go to treat him for another seven and a half days. For a few months, in this way, it can prove Dong Xuebin's medical skills, and secondly, it is to make Wang Anshi owe him a few more favors, so as to prepare for Dong Xuebin to rely on Wang Anshi, tighten the relationship with the leaders, and stand in line. But now, apparently it doesn't work anymore. Dong Xuebin relieved his anger in his heart, lit a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and continued to drive forward with the steering wheel.

Ring ring, phone rings again.

Seeing this number, Dong Xuebin frowned. He has the phone numbers of the main leaders in the district, and the secretary's number is naturally saved.

It was the call from the secretary of the district party committee!

Dong Xuebin didn't want to answer, but after thinking about it, he pressed the answer button, "Hello, Secretary Tibetan?"

Secretary Zang's voice sounded over there, "Director Dong, what are you doing with the street 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 had something to ask for, he didn't show it, so he endured the fire and said, "That's it, An Shi [Book] Ji is hospitalized for appendicitis, and the situation is tǐng dangerous. 〖Book〗 asked me to ask if you are free now, the last massage therapy, 〖Book〗 wanted you to do it again for him."

Dong Xuebin felt that he heard wrongly, "What did you say?"

Secretary Zang repeated: "〖Book〗 I want you to go to the hospital, do you see?"

Are you kidding me? ah? Dong Xuebin laughed and laughed, and asked me to treat him? What are you doing so early? Back then, my buddy kindly saved you Wang Anshi, but what about you? Kindness will be revenge!

In a blink of an eye, he turned his face and didn't recognize anyone! The knife is going to touch me! Remember me now? And let me heal you? oh! You are cured! Let you come to clean me up again? suppress me? You turn your face and don't recognize anyone again?

Grass! Lou is fucking sick!

If it is an ordinary person, after tearing up his face with the district committee secretary, all he thinks about is how to repair the relationship, this is undoubtedly a good opportunity, but Dong Xuebin is not an ordinary person!

Your back yīn me! Still want me to heal you?

Get out of your mother's light! Whether Wang Anshi is alive or dead has nothing to do with me! ?

Dong Xuebin said coldly: "I'm a street cadre, and I'm not from the Health Bureau. What disease will I treat? Are you looking for the wrong person?"

"you……"

Without waiting for him to say anything, Dong Xuebin hung up the phone directly! ! .