Chapter 59: Han Wen’s Mother

"Comrade Yin Tiejun is feeling unwell. He must be taken to the hospital for examination immediately!"

Yang Dong stepped out of Room 107 of the hotel and spoke gravely to Lu Yike, his expression tense and serious.

Lu Yike looked at Yang Dong with a peculiar expression. Sick? What a coincidence. You’ve been in the room for nearly half an hour, and all of a sudden, Yin Tiejun is ill? Isn’t this just a trick to get out?

Though she suspected as much, she didn’t expose him, instead replying, "The team leader can request permission from the higher-ups."

"I’ve already done so. Deputy Leader Su instructed us to take Comrade Yin Tiejun to the hospital," Yang Dong answered, maintaining his solemn tone.

"I’ll go in and have a look," Lu Yike said, walking toward Room 107.

"Team leader, I’ll go get the car ready!" Hou Donglai interjected, eager and quick, heading outside.

Yang Dong brought Lu Yike back into Room 107. Inside, Yin Tiejun was clutching his abdomen, face twisted in pain, beads of sweat trickling down his neck.

Lu Yike’s expression changed entirely, her eyes widening as she looked at Yang Dong. She had thought he was just trying to find a way to take Yin Tiejun out, but hadn’t expected that Yin Tiejun truly was sick.

This was serious. Yin Tiejun had already been proven innocent; in a few days, he’d be reinstated as the city’s secretary-general. If the secretary-general had an accident while in the custody of the municipal commission for discipline, they would be in deep trouble.

"Comrade Yin Tiejun, how are you feeling? We’ll take you to the hospital immediately," Lu Yike said, her tone heavy with concern.

"Th-thank you, Chief Lu..." Yin Tiejun shook all over, his speech broken by the intense pain in his abdomen.

Lu Yike dared not say any more, fearing something might truly happen to Yin Tiejun. She hurried to help him up with Yang Dong and headed outside.

Yin Tiejun’s pain was genuine, his stomach feeling as though it were being ripped apart. But as he stepped out of the hotel doors, his eyes reddened uncontrollably.

He was out. Finally, out.

Sixteen days, from February 25th, when "double regulations" were imposed, he’d been detained for half a month. Now, at last, he was out.

"What happened?" Lu Yike asked Yang Dong after helping Yin Tiejun into the car.

"Secretary-General Yin’s stomach was never good. During these two weeks in the hotel, he’s eaten mostly instant noodles and drunk cold water. He’s developed gastrointestinal issues," Yang Dong explained, concern visible in his face.

Lu Yike said no more, pressing the accelerator as the car sped off.

"Donglai, take off your coat and wrap it around Secretary-General Yin’s abdomen," Yang Dong, seated in the front passenger seat, instructed Hou Donglai in the back.

Hou Donglai didn’t hesitate, quickly removing his coat, rolling it carefully, and placing it in front of Yin Tiejun’s stomach.

If the pain was caused by gastroenteritis, wrapping the abdomen with warm clothing and pressing it could help relieve it temporarily. But the real solution was medical treatment.

Twenty minutes later, Lu Yike parked in front of the city hospital.

Hou Donglai and Yang Dong immediately supported Yin Tiejun as they rushed inside.

"I need to register!" Hou Donglai hurried to the registration window and urged the hospital staff inside.

The staff glanced at him, speaking leisurely, "What’s the hurry? Go to Window 5. I’m off duty now." He pointed to the red-letter notice pasted on the glass.

Winter hours: November to March, 8–11 a.m., 2–5 p.m. It was exactly five o’clock, not a second more, not a second less.

"Can’t you just help me? It’s only a matter of a few seconds!"

"Wait in line at Window 5. With that long queue, who has the time?" Hou Donglai was furious—how could the hospital’s efficiency be so poor? The queue at Window 5 was at least thirty or forty people long.

"If I register for you, will you set me up on a date?" The staff glared at him, stood up, and began packing to leave.

"Municipal Commission for Discipline, registration!" Damn it...

Hou Donglai, unable to contain his anger, slapped his credentials on the window. His shout startled the staff.

Seeing the national emblem and the words "Lingyun Municipal Commission for Discipline" on the ID, the staff's expression changed instantly.

"Oh dear, sir, why didn’t you say so earlier? Really..." The staff plastered on a smile and quickly sat back down, taking up the mouse to operate the system.

"Sir, what’s the problem?" he asked, obsequiously.

"Digestive medicine," Hou Donglai answered coldly.

The keyboard clattered, and in less than three seconds, the registration card was respectfully handed to Hou Donglai.

"Unbelievable," Hou Donglai glared at the staff and strode quickly back to Yang Dong.

"Team leader, registration done!"

"Go to digestive medicine."

The two helped Yin Tiejun straight to the second floor.

The staff at the window, seeing them head upstairs, immediately picked up the landline and called his superior.

"Chief, someone from the municipal commission is here for treatment, already upstairs in digestive medicine."

A minute later, Xu Zhongmu, the hospital president, received the report from the general affairs department chief.

Xu Zhongmu didn’t dare delay, immediately leaving his office. Clad in a white coat, he hurried to the second floor.

Yang Dong and Hou Donglai had already brought Yin Tiejun to the first consultation room in digestive medicine.

"Donglai, hand over the card," Yang Dong signaled, and Hou Donglai went in with the registration card.

Seeing Hou Donglai enter, Yin Tiejun immediately turned and glared fiercely at Yang Dong, gritting his teeth, "You rascal, when I’m better, you’ll pay for this!"

He hadn’t wanted to stay in the hotel; he’d asked Yang Dong to find a way out. Yang Dong had come up with a solution—not exactly a good one, in fact, it was rather lousy.

Yang Dong had taken inspiration from the phrase "medical parole." So he had Yin Tiejun add extra chili packets to his instant noodles—three to a single bowl.

One can imagine what his stomach was like after eating all that.

But, desperate to get out, they had to resort to such tricks.

Yin Tiejun himself had agreed, which is why this situation had come about.

"Uncle Yin, blaming me now isn’t fair," Yang Dong chuckled.

After all, it had been Yin Tiejun’s own decision.

"You brat... oh... damn, it hurts..." Yin Tiejun groaned.

"Team leader, Secretary-General Yin can go in now," Hou Donglai said as he came out.

Yang Dong immediately helped Yin Tiejun into the consultation room.

But as they entered, Yang Dong’s face changed upon seeing the female doctor seated inside.

Feng Ling looked up, smiling as she started to ask, "Where is the patient feeling... unwell..."

As she saw Yang Dong, her expression changed, her tone slowing.

"Xiao Yang, I didn’t expect... it would be you..."

"Bringing an elder for treatment?" Feng Ling’s tone grew cold, her face darkening.

"Aunt Feng, hello," Yang Dong greeted her, nodding. "Yes, I’m bringing my elder for treatment."

This female doctor, Feng Ling, was Han Wen’s mother. She had once been his prospective mother-in-law, but was now Lin Yaodong’s.

"Xiao Yang, take your elder out to wait a moment," Feng Ling said. "I’m about to finish my shift; the on-duty doctor will be here soon."

With that, she removed her white coat, revealing an expensive fur underneath. She picked up her bag and prepared to leave.

Yang Dong’s expression sank as he glared at Feng Ling.

Of all times to end her shift, she chose now? Even if the hospital's hours dictated five o’clock, what doctor abandons a patient in pain?

Was there no professional ethics? No basic conscience?

"Aunt Feng, as a doctor, you have a patient in pain, and yet you’re finishing your shift? The registration card is in your name; you knew a new patient was coming. If you didn’t intend to see him, why didn’t you say so earlier? Now the registration is under your name and can’t be canceled. You want us to register again and run around to another doctor?"

Yang Dong could no longer contain his anger. If this happened in any other profession, so be it—but in medicine? He couldn’t tolerate it, especially since Feng Ling’s attitude was obviously due to his breakup with Han Wen.

Personal matters should not interfere with professional duties.

"Yang Dong, are you lecturing me?" Feng Ling’s face turned gloomy, her eyes wide in anger.

"Getting bold, aren’t you? Just because you broke up with Wenwen, you no longer respect me? I won’t see the patient. My shift is over—is that not allowed?"

"If you have the nerve, go register again. My computer is off—I’m leaving!"

With a click, Feng Ling shut down her computer. She glared at Yang Dong and twisted her neck in irritation.

Yang Dong’s anger was secondary; at this moment, Yin Tiejun was truly enraged.

He was the patient, the one suffering most. Yet, after waiting and waiting, there was no treatment, all because he encountered such a doctor!

He could not endure it any longer.