Fenzhou City Discipline Inspection Committee.
In Dong Xuebin's office.
"Zhan Rourou?" Luo Haiting was taken aback. "I think that was her name."
"Then that's right." Dong Xuebin gave a wry smile. "I was wondering what I'd forgotten."
Luo Haiting blinked. "Xuebin, you know Deputy Secretary Zhan's daughter?"
"More or less," Dong Xuebin said. "When Second Hospital in Nan-Shan District collapsed, Zhan Rourou was my nurse. We dealt with each other a few times."
In truth, it had been more than just a few dealings.
Zhan Rourou had left a deep impression on Dong Xuebin. When he had been injured in the earthquake and hospitalized, the hospital had assigned her as his nurse. She had been a cheerful, lively little girl, the kind who made people feel good just looking at her. Later, during a casual chat, Dong Xuebin learned that her father worked at the Fenzhou City Discipline Inspection Committee—she had told him so herself. At first, he had assumed her father was just an ordinary minor official. But when he heard that the Discipline Inspection Committee Deputy Secretary was surnamed Zhan, he immediately connected him to Zhan Rourou's father. No wonder that girl had been so open and completely unafraid of him—her father was no small official. Later, though, something happened at Second Hospital. It was devastated by the earthquake, and in order to save Zhan Rourou, Dong Xuebin had rushed into the hospital without regard for his own safety and thrown her out after her leg was crushed. After he emerged from the rubble, he had completely forgotten about it and never asked after Zhan Rourou's condition. Now it seemed her injuries were serious. That falling slab of stone must have struck her lumbar vertebrae. Was that why Zhan Guiping had taken his daughter everywhere for treatment and