Chapter 167: Zhang Laohan has no hidden feelings

Half an hour later, several doctors in white coats walked out of the operating room. Pen ~ fun ~ Ge www.biquge.info the vice president of the county people's medicine for Han Licheng, Zhou Kui and others to make an introduction, they only then knew that the middle-aged man with gold-rimmed eyes, thin body, and white face was Li Tonglin, director of the gastroenterology department and chief physician of the city's people's medicine.

After exchanging Zhang Laohan's situation with Han Licheng and others, Li Tonglin was ready to say goodbye and leave.

Seeing this, Han Licheng hurriedly said: "Director Li, I am Han Licheng, the deputy head of Sangou Township, I don't know if I can take a step to speak!" ”

As Zhou Kui learned in advance, Li Tonglin, as the golden sign of the Department of Gastroenterology of the Municipal People's Hospital, rarely goes to the clinic, let alone during the Spring Festival.

For today's consultation, Li Tonglin had to go out, and the deputy director of the Municipal Health Bureau and the director of the Municipal People's Hospital personally called him. The county officials are not as good as the current management, even if Li Tonglin is no longer bullish, the dean's face still has to be given, after receiving the call, he didn't say a word, and rushed to Canghe as soon as possible.

When the dean called Li Tonglin, he felt very strange that someone in a small township under Canghe County could invite Dean Lu, and after hearing Han Licheng's words, he couldn't help but think in his heart, the person who invited Dean Lu couldn't be the one in front of him, right?

"Han Township Chief, please!" Li Tonglin said quietly.

As a famous doctor in Yunzhou, Li Tonglin has unique conditions and has dealt with many high-ranking officials at the municipal level, but when facing Han Licheng, a small deputy township head, he does not dare to have any contempt.

"Director Li, I'm really sorry, I invited you here for the Chinese New Year, this is a little bit of meaning in our township, please be sure to accept it." Han Licheng handed over the red envelope he had prepared in advance.

Li Tonglin didn't stretch out his hand to pick it up, but said half-truthfully: "Township Chief Han, you are making me make a mistake by doing this, this is the task given to me by Dean Lu, don't do it!" ”

"Work is work, Director Li has worked hard and helped us a lot, please accept this kindness!" Han Licheng said sincerely.

Han Licheng put a thousand yuan in the envelope, which is not a small amount at the moment. Han Licheng has already made up his mind, even if the township does not reimburse this expense, he will bear it himself, compared to Zhang Laohan's life, this little money is too worth it.

Everyone knows that money requires good things, and this money belongs to Li Tonglin's labor fee, and there is no problem in collecting it, but Director Li just said that he didn't want to accept anything. He knew very well in his heart that although the young man in front of him was only a deputy township chief, the energy behind him was huge, otherwise he would never ask the head of the Fudo City People's Doctor to call him personally. Thinking about this, how could Li Tonglin collect this money?

Seeing that Li Tonglin insisted on refusing to accept the money, Han Licheng also understood what he meant, and said in a low voice: "Director Li, since this is the case, I won't force it, I have written down this love of yours, and I will definitely come to the door another day to thank you!" ”

Li Tonglin hurriedly waved his hand and said, no, no, Township Chief Han is too angry.

Han Licheng and the vice president of the county people's medicine sent Li Tonglin away, and on the way back, he stuffed a red envelope into the vice president's pocket, asking him to help take care of Zhang Laohan during this time, and not to make mistakes.

The vice president is well aware of the need to collect money from people. Person. Vanish. The truth of the disaster, he reassured Han Licheng that he would definitely arrange the best doctor in the hospital to treat Zhang Laohan until he recovered and was discharged from the hospital.

Zhang Laohan was settled down until it was dark, Qin Zhongming continued to stay in the hospital, and Han Licheng returned to Sangou Township with Zhou Kui.

On the way, Zhou Kui told Han Licheng the ins and outs of the matter.

Zhang Laohan is 60 years old this year, and he is an old bachelor, who broke his leg in an accident three years ago, has difficulty moving, is unable to engage in manual labor, and has basically lost his ability to live, and relies on subsidies at the township and village levels every year to get by.

A few years ago, Zhang Laohan somehow offended the village chief Song Maocai, that is, the short and fat middle-aged man who was in the hospital before. In a fit of rage, this product actually stopped issuing relief funds to Zhang Laohan at the township and village levels.

Zhang Laohan was helpless, so he had to ask for Zhang Maocai's door. Who knew that this goods still did not stop, and the money for this subsidy was pressed until the year after the year, and it was not given to Zhang Laohan. Zhang Laohan had no knowledge and culture, and was forced by life, so he couldn't think about it for a while, so he bought a bottle of pesticide and drank it at the door of the township government.

After listening to Zhou Kui's words, Han Licheng stretched out his hand and slapped the steering wheel hard, and scolded angrily: "This bastard, this is the money sent by the township, why does he send it when he says it, and if he doesn't send it, who gave him the power?" ”

"That's why I didn't give him face before, there are not many such people in the whole township, but the impact is very bad, just in response to the old saying, a grain of mouse droppings spoils a pot of porridge." Zhou Kui said with a gloomy face.

"He must not be spared!" Han Licheng said angrily.

Before this, Han Licheng was worried that Zhang Laohan's incident might have a bad impact on him, and after the original situation, he had no time to take care of this matter, and his anger was concentrated on the director of the village named Song Maocai.

Zhou Kui didn't answer, just raised his eyes and looked ahead with a gloomy face. Zhou Kui's thoughts are the same as Han Licheng's, but Sangou Township is Lu someone's world, if he doesn't agree, it is not easy to move this surnamed Song.

What Zhou Kui can see, Song Maocai, director of Xiannan Village, is even more clear at a glance. After learning that Zhang Laohan committed suicide by drinking pesticides in front of the township government, Song Maocai fell directly from the recliner to the ground, regardless of the cold, and rushed to the township health center on a motorcycle as soon as possible.

Zhang Laohan's situation was once very critical, and Song Maocai was very frightened. When Zhou Kui decided to transfer him to the county doctor, he personally carried Zhang Laohan into the ambulance, which was much inferior to his filial sons.

After arriving at the county doctor, Song Maocai learned that experts from the city had rushed over, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, Zhang Laohan's situation gradually stabilized, and Song Maocai's hanging heart was completely put back into his stomach.

In this process, Song Maocai had shown favor to Zhou Kui, deputy secretary of the party committee, several times, but Secretary Zhou didn't bird him, and after seeing the deputy township head Han Licheng coming, he came up as soon as possible. However, Han and Zhou were wearing a pair of pants, and he couldn't please him.

When the rescue doctor came out of the operating room and confirmed that Zhang Laohan was no longer worried about his life, Song Maocai quietly hidden. Zhang Laohan's life was saved, which is a good news for Song Maocai, but it is not possible to use your brains if you want to get through this hurdle smoothly.

During the Spring Festival, Lu Dechang was busy between two tables, one was a wine table and the other was a mahjong table.

In the afternoon, when Zhou Kui wanted him to report on Zhang Laohan's matter, he was rubbing mahjong, and he wanted to go over to take a look, but after thinking about it, he entrusted Zhou Kui with carte blanche to deal with it.

When he returned home drunk at night, Lu Dechang was just about to call his secretary Huang Sheng and ask him about Zhang Laohan's situation, but his wife pushed open the door and said that Song Maocai, the director of Xianan Village, had come over.

Lu Dechang put the microphone back on the phone and said to his wife: "You let him sit outside first, and I will come out." ”

Despite this, Lu Dechang waited for half an hour before walking out of the room.

Lu Dechang used this half an hour or so to not only know Zhang Laohan's current situation, but also find out the ins and outs of the whole thing and the purpose of Song Maocai's coming to him.

The reason why Lu Dechang has stood firm in Sangou Township for so many years is that in addition to having Chen Danian, the former secretary of the county party committee, as a backer, his own ability has also played a great role. The principle he has always pursued is not to make unprepared accounts, and he will not let go easily if he does not find out the other party's intentions.

Just when Song Maocai and the others were anxious, Lu Dechang finally came out of the room, he quickly stood up, hooked his head, bent over, and said with a sneer: "Secretary, happy new year, I wish you a high and prosperous year in the new year!" ”

"Song Maocai, you make me happy, right, with a good subordinate like you, there are people who are rising step by step and stepping up!" Lu Dechang opened his mouth and scolded.

Song Maocai is not Lu Dechang's descendant, although he usually pays tribute, but at this critical moment, Secretary Lu is willing to help him speak, and he has no bottom in his heart.

"Book...... Secretary, Maocai has caused you trouble, please ...... Raise your noble hand and give Maocai another chance! Song Maocai was nervous and stammered.