Chapter 79: The Secretary of the Provincial Committee's
ily. Today had truly been a case of first depressing then uplifting; he felt more relieved than ever before."Li Yuantu, now I'll formally introduce," Qiao Shanwang cleared his throat and said: "The be...Chapter 79: The Provincial Party Secretary's Instructions
Wang Zheng was solely focused on getting Zhang Miaomiao to the hospital quickly and did not expect her to suddenly become sentimental, which left him feeling a bit exasperated.
He took out an exquisite golden business card and slipped it into Zhang Miaomiao's hand. "Here is my business card with my contact number on it. If you need anything, call me."
Zhang Miaomiao smiled and asked, "Can I call if there’s no emergency"
Wang Zheng did not respond to her question; instead, he wiped the smile off his face and gently rapped her head. "Get to the hospital now, no nonsense."
"Alright." Zhang Miaomiao clutched the business card tightly in her hand and said, “You have to come see me.”
If her friends from the group of wealthy second-generation kids saw their Miss Zhang acting like this, they would likely suspect that she had consumed gutter oil.
"Of course I will. Go quickly."
As he watched the ambulance disappear into the distance, Wang Zheng let out a sigh and drove off in his Mercedes-Maybach.
Lying inside the ambulance, Zhang Miaomiao loosened her grip on the business card clutched tightly in her hand. The words "Senior Vice President of Jirong International Group, Wang Zheng" shone brightly.
Nanjing 301 Hospital
A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and slightly bald with a look of around fifty was standing in the hospital director’s office, his brows furrowed. Even without raising his voice, he exuded an air of authority.
Across from him stood the elderly director who, despite appearing calm on the surface, had visibly trembling facial muscles that betrayed his inner anxiety and unease.
"To be honest, how is Miaomiao really doing"
"Party Secretary Zhang, Miss’s right leg bone is fractured. Based on past experience, she needs about five to six months of rest."
The only person in the entire Jiangsu province who could be respectfully addressed as "Party Secretary Zhang" by the former president of Nanjing 301 Hospital was Zhang Binghao, the super boss and Provincial Party Secretary of Jiangsu.
"Five to six months That’s quite a long time," Zhang Binghao frowned as he thought for a moment. Then he said, "But in this case, it might be good for her to stay in bed老實幾個月，能讓這個丫頭收收心for several months, after narrowly escaping death, the girl should be wary."
"However, since Miss was rescued promptly this time, she doesn’t need five or six months," the former president smiled and said. "A month is sufficient."
“Why” Zhang Binghao was quite surprised: “Could it be because Miaomiao’s constitution is stronger than that of an ordinary person”
"Not necessarily. When Miss arrived at the hospital, her leg had already been fixed in place. I personally examined it; the bandaging was extremely professional. The fracture site originally had some misalignment and required surgery to correct it, but this issue was apparently resolved beforehand!"
The former president seemed quite excited as he continued: "Through X-rays, I confirmed that the fracture has been perfectly realigned—no, impeccably so. As long as nutrition is adequate, with a month of natural rest, Miss can walk again."
Zhang Binghao was surprised and asked, “What kind of technique is this Do you know it”
The former president replied, "Party Secretary Zhang, manual bone-setting techniques have been lost for many years. Even in modern times, without X-ray or radiography equipment assistance, accurately finding the fracture site and correcting it would be almost impossible. Moreover, legend has it that manual bone setting is extremely painful. I asked Miss about this; she did not feel much pain, possibly because her rescuer gave her a painkiller."
Zhang Binghao’s eyes instantly emitted cold light: "Giving Miaomiao medicine Is it okay What kind of medicine"
The former president chuckled and said, “Party Secretary, please rest assured. Miss’s physiological functions are all normal. But I’m truly impressed; this painkiller seems to be incredibly effective. From a modern medical perspective, no oral medication would work so quickly or well. Even an injection of anesthesia wouldn’t produce such good results."
The former president said, "So the person who did this must be highly skilled and possess techniques beyond what modern medicine can achieve."
Zhang Binghao smiled slightly: “It seems Miaomiao was quite lucky. If I have an opportunity to meet this person, I really should express my gratitude.”
Zhang Miaomiao lay in the hospital bed, feeling bored as she gazed at the ceiling. She then took out Wang Zheng's business card and examined it repeatedly while thinking of his appearance and the dazzling scars that adorned him, along with his instruction to not wear low-cut tops. She couldn’t help but laugh.
"Hello, Aunt Li Throw away all my low-cut clothes in my wardrobe, yes, throw everything away without leaving a single piece."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Miaomiao wore an amused expression that even her usually aloof and cold eyes couldn’t hide. Even as her father stood at the door, she didn't notice him.
Zhang Binghao sighed softly; his rebellious daughter was finally growing up and starting to fall in love.
"Miaomiao, who is he" Zhang Binghao felt that it was time for him to fulfill the role of a father and asked with a smile.
Zhang Miaomiao was lost in thought when her father interrupted her; she didn't react at first but answered bluntly, "Wang Zheng."
After saying this, Zhang Miaomiao suddenly realized that her father was trying to trap her. Her face turned red all the way down to her neck as she said, "What who is who I don’t know anything."
"Haha, it seems someone’s man is very lucky to have won over my beloved daughter's heart," Zhang Binghao laughed and sat by the bed: "Hmm, Wang Zheng. That name sounds good; a brave and upright young man. He must be quite a decent fellow too."
"Who is Wang Zheng I don't know!" Zhang Miaomiao tried to act dumb.
Zhang Binghao had been in politics for so long, rising to such a high position that dealing with his daughter, who was no more than a little girl, was child's play. He had many tricks up his sleeve.
"Fine then, Miaomiao, if you don’t tell me, I’ll find out myself," Zhang Binghao deliberately put on an expression of seriousness and said: "I will let people know that he shouldn't be flirting with my daughter anymore. My daughter can only marry a young talent like Su Tianran or Su Tianming; no one else is acceptable."
Zhang Miaomiao’s face immediately turned anxious, “Dad, you can’t do this! It's common knowledge in the capital that Su Tianran likes Zhang Mingqi from Blue Sea Group. Also, Su Tianming went to He Tuosu's house for a marriage proposal recently—there is no denying it. Dad, are you getting senile Are you trying to make the Su family’s two men switch partners I wouldn't agree even if they wanted to!”
Zhang Binghao was amused and exasperated: "I’m not old or senile. Tell me then, how does this Wang Zheng compare with the Su brothers"
"He's better than them, much better," Zhang Miaomiao couldn’t take any more teasing and angrily threw her business card at him, “Dad, look at his business card.”
"Senior Vice President of Jirong International Group." Zhang Binghao accepted the business card and became increasingly surprised: "Jirong International The Jirong International of the上官family And a senior vice president Is this card real"
Zhang Miaomiao was somewhat proud: "Of course it's real."
"A senior vice president, is that like being able to manage all other vice presidents" Zhang Binghao became even more surprised: "Not surnamed上官but still managing to become a senior vice president at Jirong This person must be at least fifty years old!"
Zhang Miaomiao's usually cold and beautiful face showed even more pride: "Who says so, Dad He’s only twenty-seven or twenty-eight!"
"Dad, considering his age and position, do you think he can be considered a young talent"
Zhang Binghao did not immediately answer but asked instead: "Miaomiao, is this Wang Zheng the person who saved you"
“Yes, it’s him,” said Zhang Miaomiao.
"In that case, he truly can be called a young talent. Beijing really does hide many capable people," Zhang Binghao pondered aloud: "Miaomiao, since this person saved you, our old Zhang family now owes them a huge favor. How are you planning to repay him"
Zhang Binghao had once said that owing money was acceptable, but owing favors was not; the more you owed, the harder it would be to pay back, especially in political struggles where favors were the most dangerous things one could owe. If Zhang Binghao could avoid owing favors throughout his life, he wouldn’t; otherwise, he felt he couldn't justify it to himself.
Although he hadn’t met Wang Zheng as described by his daughter, instinctively, he didn’t want this relationship to happen. He wasn’t sure why but the feeling was strange.
"Dad, give me a thousand acres of land near Ziyang Lake in Zhangjiagang," said Zhang Miaomiao.
“Oh Why Is that what Wang Zheng requested” A glint of cold light appeared in Zhang Binghao’s eyes. Those who have been at the top for long develop a powerful aura that reveals itself不經意間. Upon hearing this, Zhang Binghao was certain that these thousand acres of land were indeed required by Wang Zheng; otherwise, his daughter would never think of such a method to repay the favor.
“Of course not,” Zhang Miaomiao initially wanted to deny it outright, but after seeing her father’s penetrating gaze, she nodded and obediently replied: "He did ask for it, but not entirely."ven more puzzled about who exactly Wang Zheng was and what he had done that made him so despised by terrorists.The Huaxia government did an excellent job of guiding public opinion. When everyone was q...