Morning.
District Committee Secretary Office.
Wang Yuling had barely left when Wang Anshi's phone rang. It was his wife calling.
"Lao Wang, I heard you sent Little Dong to the Party School?" Madam Yan asked.
Wang Anshi frowned. "Yuling told you?"
"Never mind who told me. I never meddled in your work before, and I won't in the future either. But what if the appendicitis Dong Xuebin treated for you flares up again?"
Wang Anshi laughed. "Is he the only person in the world who can treat an illness?"
"But you've been to two hospitals, and you tried conservative treatment for quite a few days. Did it work? Hardly. Little Dong gave you a few massages and cured you, yet you..."
Wang Anshi said dismissively, "Since he knows techniques that can ease pain, that means Chinese Massage is highly effective in this area. If it flares up again, I'll just go to the hospital and find a Chinese massage specialist. Do I have to beg Dong Xuebin for the rest of my life? You don't understand the matters involved."
Madam Yan sighed. "I hope so. I just feel that we've been a little unfair to Little Dong. Yesterday morning, he even called to ask about your condition."
At that, Wang Anshi grew impatient. "Just because he showed concern means it was sincere? Typical woman's thinking!"
"But no matter what, Little Dong did at least ease your symptoms. You..."
"It's not like I wanted to move against him. Who told him to make such a fuss over hitting someone at the school?"
"That isn't such a big matter. There was no need to send him to the Party School."
"Xue Qingrong brought materials to my office to complain. Lao Xue's son is still in administrative detention, and he's emotionally agitated right