After meeting An Chunhui, Du Heng didn't return to the Zhonghu Town Health Clinic. Instead, he went directly to the Fanjiaping Health Center.
He was looking for Li Qingde.
In Li Qingde's new office, one man sat in silence while the other chain-smoked furiously.
Li Qingde, in particular, puffed so hard he nearly set the filter on fire.
How did things get to this point?
His efforts to connect Du Heng seemed to have been in vain.
But he was, after all, a seasoned leader, and his self-regulation skills were outstanding. After five cigarettes, he had composed himself.
"Congratulations, Xiao Du. No, I should call you President Du from now on," he said, tearing up a piece of paper on the table. "It seems this is no longer needed. I can't have you transferred here; otherwise, I wouldn't be able to remain Director."
"Director Li, please stop joking. I'm hardly a President."
