Four in the afternoon.
District First Hospital.
Wang Anshi was in so much pain in the hospital room that he was nearly passing out. He had sweated who knew how much; even the blanket on his bed was soaked through.
Secretary Zang came over after hanging up the phone, suppressing his anger. "Secretary, Dong Xuebin isn't coming."
Wang Anshi's expression changed. "What did he say?"
Secretary Zang nodded. "He said he doesn't know how to treat illnesses and told you to find someone else."
Wang Anshi grimly clutched his stomach, his fingernails digging into his flesh. In his eyes, Dong Xuebin was being far too arrogant.
Wang Yuling felt awful watching him suffer. Seeing her uncle in such pain, she could only sigh and step forward. "Uncle, let me give it a try."
A few minutes later.
Dong Xuebin, who had driven to the bottom of Luan Xiaoping's Dormitory Building, received a call from Wang Yuling.
"Director." Wang Yuling's tone was deeply awkward on the other end. She had no face to make this call, yet she had no choice. After all, Wang Anshi was her biological uncle. "My uncle is sick. If he isn't treated soon, his condition will become dangerous, and he'll have no choice but to undergo surgery. But he has diabetes, and the doctors said the operation carries certain risks. So... do you think you could take a look at him? I know my uncle handled what happened last time rather... poorly, but..."
Dong Xuebin was not surprised by the call at all, but he shook his head. "Yuling, ordinarily, I should give you face. But this matter isn't as simple as you think. There's no need for me to beat around the bush with you. I'll just say it straight: I have neither a medical