in the afternoon.

Nanshan District First Hospital.

The Tibetan secretary stopped at the door of the ward and blocked the cadres who came to visit the area.

Inside, Dr. Xu sold enough strength and made a massage treatment to Wang Anshi with great care. He wished that he could press him from head to toe to relieve pain.

It can be an hour.

Not only did Wang Anshi feel that his condition had eased, but he became more and more painful. It seemed like a year of exhalation and an inhalation, and his pain was about to kill him.

Xu Dafu finished the "Wang 〗 〖Book, how do you feel?"

Wang Anshi annoyed: "What massage do you do? Hey! Why didn't you have any effect?"

"Your illness is already very serious." Xu Dafu knew that he would not have much curative effect. He said: "It is time to do surgery as soon as possible. If you massage, it is really..."

Wang Anshi’s palm was hurting with a stomachache: “Change! You don’t have a doctor at the hospital! Hey! Look for it from another hospital!” The painful heart, the tone is not polite.

Half an hour later, the Tibetan secretary called and contacted the hospitals in Nanshan District. The last few hospitals sent an expert group to Wang Anshi for consultation. After the laboratory tests, many experts gave the conclusion that surgical treatment is recommended. No, the conservative treatment of infusion and eating medicine can also be done, but Wang Anshi did not listen, and the Chinese medicine massage was done, and they asked several massage doctors to treat him.

Tossing up for an afternoon.

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

Wang Anshi once again made a fire. The surname Dong’s three times and two times relieved him of the pain. He didn’t get sick again for three or four days, but how can this group of people do it? Also holding a doctor's license! Not as good as a half-driving doctor? Tossing for so long does not ease?

The last old Chinese doctor told Wang Anshi: "If this kind of illness can help you relieve it, it must be an expert in Chinese medicine massage. You can find him again. We are really powerless."

A few doctors next to me are also somewhat silent.

Wang Anshi was silent, and he realized that Dong Xuebin’s medical skills were so superb! If you do not want to bear the risk of surgery, this disease can only be treated by Dong Xuebin? ?

The ward door suddenly opened.

"Uncle, how are you?" Wang Yuling, who got the news, pushed in the door.

The Tibetan secretary also followed the ward, and other leaders were blocked by him, but Wang Yuling was the leading niece, and the Tibetan secretary certainly would not stop her.

Wang Anshi shook his hand, licking his abdomen and not talking, his face muscles were sore.

Next to a doctor immediately told Wang Yuling about Wang Anshi's condition.

When the Tibetan secretary heard it, he was a little anxious. Look at Wang Anshi. He suggested: "If you want to write a book, do you want to... or else ask Xiao Dong to come over?"

Wang Anshi didn't say anything, and his face didn't come up and down.

The Tibetan secretary had to look at Wang Yuling, and the meaning seemed to let her go to Dong Xuebin.

When Wang Yuling looked at the expression of the Tibetan secretary, she immediately pulled her face down. "Tibetan secretary, look for Director Dong. You can call this matter. I don't care!" When Wang Anshi wanted to move Dong Xuebin, Wang Yuling came over to ask for love. I want his uncle to slow his hand. He also said that if the appendicitis is recurring, what can be done, but Wang Anshi did not take it seriously. He still moved Dong Xuebin regardless of the situation. Now it is sick again. Good? Wang Yuling felt that this thing was too fucking. Anyway, she had no face and Director Dong said.

Nanshan District People's Street Middle Road.

Dong Xuebin drove in the dormitory of the mother's school, and he went out from the street at noon.

First, avoiding the limelight is to let the mother ask Yang Zhaode. At night, Dong Xuebin wants to invite Comrade Lao Yang to eat. The people have helped themselves so much. As a younger generation, they always have to express.

Then the phone rang.

It was the director of the party and government office, Zhou Yanru, who called him, did you hear about it?

"Well? What have you heard?" Dong Xuebin dropped the speed.

"The district committee has an accident, and Anshi〗 〖Remember the disease, or appendicitis."

Dong Xuebin’s spirit is “Hey? You talk about it in detail.”

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

Dong Xuebin was happy when he heard it. Wang Anshi made himself sick. Falling down in the district office building? Was it pulled into the hospital by the ambulance in the afternoon? ?

Nasal!

Dong Xuebin had expected that Wang Anshi’s condition would be repeated over the past two days. He was originally planning to use REVERSE to relieve him of his illness for three or four days. When he was re-emerged, Dong Xuebin went to treat him again and relieved for seven and a half days. Months, this is to prove Dong Xuebin's medical skills, and the second is to let Wang Anshi owe him a few human feelings, so that Dong Xuebin is prepared to Wang Anshi, tightening the relationship with the leadership, in order to stand. But now, obviously it is not used. Dong Xuebin’s heart was tǐng deflated, and he took a cigarette in his mouth and continued to drive forward with the steering wheel.

The bell rings and the phone rings again.

Seeing this number, Dong Xuebin frowned. The main leaders of the district had telephone calls, and the number of the secretary naturally existed.

It was written by the secretary of the district committee 〖Book〗!

Dong Xuebin didn't want to pick it up, but he thought about it, or pressed the answer button "Hey, Tibetan secretary?"

The voice of the Tibetan secretary rang at the end. "Director Dong, what about the street now?"

Dong Xuebin is not cold or hot: "No, what's the matter?"

The Tibetan secretary was somewhat unhappy with his tone, but since there was something to do, he did not show it. He endured the fire and said: "This is the case. Anshi〗 〖Books appendicitis is hospitalized. The situation is dangerous. 〖Book〗 Let me ask if you have time now, the last massage treatment, 〖Book〗 remember you help him to do it again."

Dong Xuebin felt that he had misunderstood "What do you say?"

The Tibetan secretary repeated: "〗 〖Books want you to go to the hospital, you see?"

Are you kidding me? what? Dong Xuebin is ridiculously ~www.readwn.com~ also let me treat him? What did you do early? At the beginning, my buddy kindly saved you Wang Anshi, but what about you? En will be enemies!

In a blink of an eye, I turned my face and didn't recognize people! I have to move the knife to move me! Think of me now? Also let me treat you? Oh! Healed the disease for you! Let you live and work to clean up me? Suppress me? Would you once again turn your face and not recognize people?

grass! Oh, my mother is sick, me!

If the average person, with the district committee 〖Book〗 remember to tear the face, consider how to repair the relationship, this is undoubtedly a good opportunity, but Dong Xuebin is not an ordinary person!

You back yīn me! Still want me to treat you?

Roll your mother's light! Wang Anshi is dead or alive has anything to do with me! ?

Dong Xuebin said coldly: "I am a street cadre, not a health bureau. What disease will I cure? Are you looking for the wrong person?"

"you……"

Before he said anything, Dong Xuebin hung up directly! ! .