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Jiangong Hospital.

Orthopedics Inpatient Ward.

When the ambulance delivered him to the hospital at noon, Zhuangzi, who had come along, followed the leaders' instructions and handled Dong Xuebin's admission procedures right away. After an afternoon of examinations and treatment, Dong Xuebin's injuries were finally brought under control. He had minor burns over small areas of his legs and hands, sprains in his ankle and shoulder, and the cuts from shattered fluorescent tube fragments had been medicated and bandaged. Overall, there was nothing too serious.

That evening, all the colleagues and leaders from the General Office came to the hospital to visit Dong Xuebin.

Dong Xuebin, in his hospital gown, had just had his temperature taken—37.3 degrees—and was about to have the nurse take the thermometer away when he saw Li Qing and Zhou Changchun enter through the door. He hurriedly tried to sit up, flattered beyond measure. "Director Li, Director Zhou." But a sharp ache shot through his shoulder, and he failed to sit upright.

Li Qing strode over and quickly pressed him back down. "Don't get up. Lie down, lie down."

Guo Panwei glanced at Dong Xuebin in his hospital gown but said nothing. Instead, he eagerly moved over two chairs for the leaders.

Zhou Changchun and Li Qing sat down beside the bed, both looking deeply concerned. "Little Dong, how are you feeling?"

Surrounded by so many people, Dong Xuebin felt a little awkward. He coughed. "Thank you for your concern, leaders. It's nothing serious. I think I can be discharged tomorrow or the day after."

Li Qing had already asked Zhuangzi about his condition and knew Dong Xuebin was putting on a brave face. He frowned and reproached him, "How can that be? You can barely walk. How could you leave the hospital? Little Dong, don't worry