That night.
News that Geng Yuehua, the Nanshan District Party Secretary, had terminal cancer spread throughout Nanshan District in an instant. Every single person was utterly shocked.
"How could this be?!"
"Secretary Yuehua, she..."
"Lung cancer? This, this..."
"Alas, heaven envies the beautiful."
It could be said that Secretary Yuehua's critical illness caused even more of a sensation than Wang Anshi's downfall. One hair moved, and the whole body was affected. If Secretary Yuehua truly passed away, it would be nothing less than a massive earthquake in Nanshan District's political circles. For a time, countless officials hurriedly called District Second People's Hospital to verify whether the news was true. Many leaders who had been on good terms with Secretary Yuehua also rushed to the hospital again, but their state of mind was completely different from when they had visited her during the day. No matter how severe a car accident was, there was still a chance of survival. But terminal cancer...
Everyone knew that Geng Yuehua was done for!
At most, she had only one month left to live!
It was past ten o'clock.
At this hour, the hospital would normally have long since gone quiet. Patients who needed rest would be resting, and doctors and nurses who were due off work would have gone home. But today was different. The corridor outside was noisy, filled with footsteps going back and forth. Cars from the Nanshan District Party Committee and District Government kept entering and leaving the hospital grounds. Geng Yuehua was Nanshan District's Top Leader, and her cancer diagnosis had far too great an impact.
Inside a hospital room.
Dong Xuebin stood alone by the window, staring silently at the night sky for a long time.
So this was why Yuehua had never planned to marry. So she