Municipal Party Committee Courtyard.
As soon as the citizens dispersed, the people from the government offices swarmed around him.
"Little Dong! You..."
"Director Dong, how are you?" "Don't move! The stretcher will be here any minute!"
"Yes, Director! Get to the hospital! If you wait any longer, it'll be too late!"
Some people even thought Dong Xuebin was having a final burst of strength. Covered in blood as he was, he looked like he might breathe his last at any moment. Everyone was worried.
Xie Huilan ran over, her face pale. "Xuebin! You..."
Dong Xuebin gave a bitter smile, cupped his hands to everyone, and said apologetically, "Leaders, colleagues, I'm really sorry about today. This started because of me, and I even delayed everyone from getting off work and going home. Please accept my apology. I'm fine. Thank you all for your concern. Thank you."
Liu Hanqing stared at him in astonishment. "You really..."
Dong Xuebin said helplessly, "I'm really fine. Just minor injuries."
A lot of people nearly fainted on the spot!
Minor injuries? More than a dozen bricks had been smashed over your head! And you called that minor?
Seeing Hui Lan's expression, Dong Xuebin quickly said, "I made you worry. I know what I'm doing, so stop making that face. I'm really not used to seeing you like this. Do I look like I'm hurt?"
Xie Huilan stepped up and touched Dong Xuebin's face, examining him.
Several people nearby also stared at him for a while. Sure enough, they couldn't find any serious injuries on Dong Xuebin. They were all superficial wounds.
But everyone had seen him get beaten for so long. How could they possibly be just superficial wounds? There had to be several pounds of blood on the ground and all over him!
*Holy crap!