I waited patiently for Wu Ling to get back to me.
Meanwhile, the demolition office was busy again.
After the excitement died down, the residents of Workers and Peasants Sixth Village inevitably fell into a panic.
People from other departments had taken over the cases involving the Ni and Chen families. Compensation and follow-up arrangements were none of the demolition office's concern. But verifying the properties, signing contracts, and handling the demolition of Workers and Peasants Sixth Village were still our responsibility.
After what had happened, the property owners were even more eager to get the demolition work over with as soon as possible.
Chen Xiaoqiu was still in the hospital, and the four of us were run off our feet. We took so many calls every day that our hands nearly fell off. Every household urged us to hurry up and prepare the compensation agreements, finish the signing process, and, ideally, get their compensation and resettlement apartments to them the very next day.
We were so busy we barely had time to catch our breath.
When the weekend came, we went together to visit Chen Xiaoqiu.
Chen Xiaoqiu had already had surgery and was now recuperating. After some time, they would assess her recovery and decide whether to remove the metal plate. The whole process would take a long time.
It took a hundred days for an injury to the bones or tendons to heal, and with surgery on top of that, she would need even longer to recover.
Chen Xiaoqiu hadn't quit. She'd already decided that once she was discharged, she would return to work at the demolition office.
As she put it, she couldn't go door to door like the rest of us, but she could stay at the office and help answer calls.
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