Afternoon.
On a street in the city.
Up front was a sedan driven by Zhang Feng, the County Party Secretary's secretary. Behind it was a black Land Rover, driven by Chen Xiaomei, with Yan Yizhi in the passenger seat. Dong Xuebin sat alone in the back, neither fully reclined nor sitting upright, stuck in an awkward position. It couldn't be helped—every bone in his body was fractured. This injury differed from the previous times Dong Xuebin had been hurt. Before, he had used Reverse to recover immediately after getting injured, so no one could tell. But this time, everyone had witnessed his fractures, and the hospital had confirmed them. If he suddenly used Reverse and recovered, there would be no explaining it. At this point, he could only wait for his injuries to heal slowly on their own.
As the car drove along, Dong Xuebin closed his eyes and pretended to rest. He was fairly relaxed. He had sent Yao Cui back the day before yesterday. She would coordinate work matters over there, and if necessary, she would call to report to him, after which Dong Xuebin would make the decisions. So even while hospitalized, he had not delayed any important work.
Everything was going smoothly.
The money had arrived, and the work was on track.
Sigh, he could finally get some proper rest for a while.
A few minutes later, Chen Xiaomei let out a surprised sound from the front, and the car stopped.
"Director Chen?"
"Secretary Zhang has pulled over."
"Pulled over? We haven't arrived yet, have we?"
"Mm, he's stopped by the roadside. Uh, he's getting out."
Dong Xuebin struggled to move his neck and glanced ahead, spotting Zhang Feng walking toward them. Chen Xiaomei also opened the door and got out.
"What is it, Secretary Zhang?"