From the moment he stepped out of the car, Director Wang was fawning over him. This kind of behavior wouldn't do in the army.
"Liu Xiao, at attention!" This time, along with the political commissar, there was also a deputy. Zhao Wen, regaining his stern demeanor, issued an order.
"Here!"
"You go back with Director Wang and help him with the soldiers," Zhao Wen's arrangement was almost equivalent to sidelining Director Wang.
Hearing this arrangement, Director Wang's heart sank. His promotion path seemed to have come to an end.
What luck he had, all for a woman.
He could only go through the motions at the station until retirement… Fortunately, he wasn't too many years away from retirement, and Liu Xiao probably wouldn't stay for long, so he could still have some easy days.
Before he could finish consoling himself, Zhao Wen issued another order.
"Have someone from the Political Department be seconded to Director Wang's unit to properly focus on improving the team's conduct and severely address issues with their mindset." wΑp.kanshu伍.net
After saying this, Zhao Wen seemed to remember something, smiled for a second, and then put on a stern face again, "Especially Director Wang, as the leader, you will submit a ideological report every week."
Huh?
Wang Gui felt ten thousand mythical creatures stampeding through his mind, leaving him disoriented.
An ideological report every week?
Seeing Wang Gui's face frozen with shock, the political commissar added mercilessly, "Remember, the ideological report must be no less than a thousand characters."
Director Wang felt utterly defeated. Who had he offended to deserve this, save him.
Huo Rou couldn't help but laugh at Zhao Wen's disposal method.
Qin Ningyi squeezed her hand.
"What are you laughing at?"
Perhaps seeing her old comrade-in-arms relaxed, she blurted out, "This is how I used to punish them. Zhao Wen seemed to be the one who wrote the most reports."
"No, Li Fugui wrote the most!" Zhao Wen heard her and also recalled the events of that time, retorting stubbornly.
Not daring to delay Huo Rou's matters, Zhao Wen left with his men. As he left, he gave Wang Haozhuo his phone number, telling him to report any developments to the police in a timely manner, which was the basic requirement of a helpful citizen.
Wang Haozhuo looked at the only police phone number among the many special numbers on his phone and fell into deep thought.
He became even more determined in one idea: to follow Huo Rou's footsteps closely.
This way, he wouldn't have to deal with random police summons in the future!
After seeing them off, Huo Rou and Qin Ningyi headed to the hospital.
Outside the ward, however, there was a noisy crowd.
"What kind of hospital is this! Is my son's life not worth anything, that you can't even make a bed available?"
Another familiar face.
The one causing the commotion was Huo Nanru, who was pushing her son's wheelchair and arguing with the doctors and nurses.
Because of her agitated speech, Huo Nanru had completely lost her usual polished and capable demeanor from work.
At the entrance of the ward, Shen Wuyou watched her coldly, his face expressionless, only the slight furrow of his brows revealing his displeasure.
The nurse was patiently trying to explain, "Your son's condition truly only requires rest at home, there's no need for hospitalization."
They had already told Huo Nanru this many times. This was her son's third visit for a follow-up check-up. It was a minor abrasion and bruise, with a slight dislocation, and a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner had already reset the bone on the spot.
The child was already playing and hopping around in the ward, yet she insisted that they put a cast on him.
And now she was demanding hospitalization every few days.
Huo Nanru didn't listen to any of it. "Yesterday I told you I wanted to hospitalize him, and you said there were no empty rooms. Why can this child have a room today! Your hospital is clearly picking and choosing patients."
"I'm telling you, you must admit him today, or I'm not leaving! I'll let everyone see what kind of hospital this is!"
The old woman behind her immediately sat on the ground and wailed as soon as Huo Nanru finished speaking.
"My poor grandson! How can he be so miserable to encounter such a black-hearted hospital, willing to give up a ward bed to other children to sleep in, but not to our Junjun!"
"Everyone, please judge fairly! My Junjun's leg is already like this, and we don't know medicine, so we can't take good care of him at home. We thought that with professional doctors and nurses here in the hospital, our Junjun could get better quickly. But these black-hearted nurses lied to us saying there were no rooms!!!"
"If anything happens to my Junjun, I'm not done with your hospital!!" Huo Nanru's mother threw a tantrum frightfully, completely disregarding her image and age.
Another old man also cried piteously, "If we hadn't been smart and followed along, we wouldn't have known you gave our bed to someone else!"
"Security, remove these troublemakers." Shen Wuyou was tired of hearing the same phrases over and over. An An still needed rest.
Why indulge these people who were making such a fuss?
The security guards hesitated. Although Dr. Shen was a special consultant for their hospital, they weren't sure how people outside would talk about the hospital if they were to push patients out. He didn't dare.
"Dr. Shen, how about we share a bed..." The nurse also considered this and looked at Shen Wuyou pleadingly.
Huo Rou watched the parents in front, acting like ruffians, rolling and causing a scene. Behind them, Junjun stood by the wall playing a game on his phone.
She walked up to Junjun. "Get me a glass of water, and I'll help you beat this level."
"You can do it?" Junjun had been playing here for several rounds and hadn't passed. Hearing this, he looked up at Huo Rou with some doubt.
Upon receiving a positive answer, and seeing Huo Rou's kind demeanor, he agreed to the proposal, shoved his phone into Huo Rou's hand, and ran off to the pantry to get water.
Huo Rou casually fiddled with the game on the phone and said indifferently, "Sister Nan, stop arguing. Your son is gone."
Hearing Huo Rou's voice, Huo Nanru immediately reverted to her powerful persona. Before turning around, she retorted, "You're lying, my son's leg can't walk yet..."
Before she could finish speaking, Junjun came back with a glass of water, running swiftly. "Auntie, I got the water. Show me how you do it quickly!"
Huo Rou handed the phone back to him. The game was already cleared, just in the short time he was getting water.
"Wow! Auntie, you're amazing! My dad couldn't clear it all afternoon yesterday!" Junjun exclaimed excitedly, even jumping up in his excitement.
He had effectively slapped his mother in the face with his actions. Huo Nanru's face turned red, and she reprimanded, "Junjun!"
He paused, having forgotten his mother's instructions in his excitement.
As Junjun lowered his head dejectedly, a middle-aged man with a slight beer belly emerged from the crowd of onlookers.