That afternoon.
First Hospital of Nanshan District.
Secretary Zang stood guard at the ward door, turning away all the district officials who had come to visit.
Inside, Doctor Xu spared no effort, conscientiously giving Wang Anshi a massage treatment. He practically wanted to press every pain-relieving acupoint on Wang Anshi from head to toe.
But an hour passed.
Not only did Wang Anshi feel no relief, the pain grew worse and worse. Every breath felt like a year, and the agony was nearly killing him.
After finishing the massage, Doctor Xu asked, "Secretary Wang, how do you feel?"
Wang Anshi snapped, "What kind of massage was that? Why didn't it work at all?"
"Your condition is already very serious," Doctor Xu said, having known there would not be much effect. "You should undergo surgery as soon as possible. As for massage, it really..."
"Get someone else! Doesn't your hospital have any good doctors? Then find some from another hospital!" Wang Anshi clutched his stomach in pain. The pain was so wrenching that he could no longer care about being polite.
Half an hour later, Secretary Zang contacted the hospitals throughout Nanshan District. In the end, several hospitals sent an expert team to consult on Wang Anshi's case. After tests and examinations, many experts recommended surgery. If that was not possible, conservative treatment with IV drips and medicine would also work. But Wang Anshi refused to listen. He was determined to pursue Chinese Massage and had them find several massage doctors to treat him.
They fussed over him for nearly the entire afternoon.
They went through three or four massage doctors, yet there was not the slightest effect.
Wang Anshi lost his temper again. That man named Dong had eased his pain in just a few strokes, and the illness had