Chapter 79 Instructions of the Provincial Party Secretary

Wang Zheng was thinking of sending Zhang Miaomiao to the hospital as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, this little girl began to grow in love, which made him feel a little big.

took out a golden luxury business card. Wang Zheng stuffed it into Zhang Miaomiao's hand and said, "This is my business card with my number on it. Just call me if you need anything."

Zhang Miaomiao asked with a smile, "Can you fight if you have nothing to do?"

Wang Zheng did not answer, put away his smile and patted Zhang Miaomiao's head: "Go to the hospital quickly. Don't talk nonsense."

"Oh." Zhang Miaomiao held her business card and said, "You must come to see me."

If the second generation of rich second-generation officials who usually mix with Zhang Miaomiao see their Miss Zhang will look like this, they will probably be scared to guess whether she has gone into the gutter.

"Definitely, go quickly."

Looking at the distant ambulance, Wang Zheng sighed slightly and drove Maybach to turn around and leave.

Lying in the ambulance, Zhang Miaomiao released the business card held tightly in the palm of her hand, and the words "Wang Zheng, Senior Vice President of Jurong International Group" were shining.

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Nanjing 301 Hospital.

A man with gold-rimmed glasses, slightly bald and looked like he was in his fifties standing in the office of the hospital director with his hands behind his back, frowning slightly, and he felt not angry and arrogant.

At this time, the old dean was standing opposite the man. Although he seemed very calm on the surface, the slightly trembling muscles on his face showed that he tried his best to hide his uneasiness and anxiety.

"To be honest, what's wrong with Miao Miao?"

"Secretary Zhang, if you have a fracture of your right leg, you need to rest for about five to six months according to past experience."

There is only one person in Jiangsu Province who can be respected as Secretary Zhang by the old director of Nanjing 301 Hospital, that is, Zhang Binghao, the secretary of the provincial party committee, Jiangsu's super boss.

"Five to six months, so long?" Zhang Binghao frowned and thought for a moment, and then said, "But it's okay. Lying down honestly for a few months can make this girl recover her mind and pick up a life from the ghost gate. I guess this girl is also scared."

"However, because the young lady was rescued in time, it doesn't take five or six months." The old dean smiled and said, "One month is enough."

"Why?" Zhang Binghao was a little surprised: "Is it because Miao Miao's physique is stronger than ordinary people?"

"No. When the young lady was sent to the hospital, her leg had been fixed. I checked it myself. The bandage was extremely professional. Originally, the broken bone was still a little skewed and had to be corrected by surgery, but this problem was solved before!"

The old dean said this and looked a little excited: "I checked it through X-rays. The broken bone is very intact. No, it can be said that it is very perfect and tightly stitched. As long as the nutrition can keep up and rest naturally for a month, the young lady can go down and walk!"

Zhang Binghao was surprised and said, "What kind of technique is this? Will you?"

The old dean said, "Secretary Zhang, this kind of bare-hand bone grafting technique has been lost for many years. Even in modern times, it is almost impossible to accurately find the place where the bone is broken and correct it without the assistance of X-ray or perspective instruments. Moreover, it is said that bare-handed bone grafting is extremely painful. I have asked the young lady that the reason why she does not feel much pain may be because the person who saved her gave her a painkiller.

Zhang Binghao's eyes instantly emitted a slightly cold light: "Take medicine for Miao Miao? Does it matter? What medicine?"

The old dean laughed and said, "Secretary Zhang, please rest assured that all the physiological functions of the young lady are normal, but I really admire it. This painkiller seems to have a miraculous effect. In terms of modern medicine, the oral medicine will not work so quickly and so well, even if you inject anesthetics, it will not have such a good effect. "

The old dean said, "So, this man must be a master and has skills that modern medicine can't reach."

Zhang Binghao smiled and said, "It seems that Miao Miao is lucky. If I have a chance to see this person, I really want to thank him."

Zhang Miaomiao lay ill**, looked at the ceiling boredly, then took out Wang Zheng's business card, looked around, thinking about Wang Zheng's appearance, the dazzling and charming scar, and the appearance of him telling himself not to wear low-cut clothes, and unconsciously laughed.

"Hey, Aunt Li, throw away all the low-cut clothes in my cabinet. Yes, throw them all away without leaving a single one."

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Miaomiao showed a smiling expression, and even her eyes, which were usually full of coldness and arrogance, were full of sweetness, and even her father stood at the door without finding it.

Zhang Binghao sighed slightly. His rebellious daughter is finally going to grow up and fall in love.

"Miao Miao, who is he?" Zhang Binghao felt that he wanted to fulfill his duties as a father and asked with a smile.

Zhang Miaomiao was thinking alone and was interrupted by her father. She didn't react for a moment and replied directly, "Wang Zheng."

After saying that, Zhang Miaomiao suddenly realized that her father was putting a condom on her. Her pretty face turned red to the root of her neck and said, "I don't know who it is."

"Haha, I think whose man is so lucky to be worthy of my baby daughter." Zhang Binghao sat by the bed with a smile: "Well, Wang Zheng, this is a good name. Zheng Zhengzheng is a good man. He also seems to be a kind and righteous person."

"Who is Wang Zheng? I don't know." Zhang Miaomiao still wants to pretend to be stupid.

Zhang Binghao has been in officialdom for so long and has been in such a high position. Naturally, he has a lot of tricks to deal with his daughter, a little girl who is not even a tender grass.

"Okay, Miao Miao, if you don't say it, I'll find someone to investigate this person." Zhang Binghao deliberately put away his smile and said, "I'll find someone to tell him not to flirt with my daughter. My daughter can only be worthy of a young handsome man like Su Tianran and Su Tianming. No one else can do it."

Zhang Miaomiao's face suddenly became anxious: "Dad, you can't do this! Su Tianran likes Zhang Mingqi of Lanhai Group. This is something that everyone in the capital knows. It is not a secret that Su Tianming went to Han Tuo's house some time ago to propose marriage. Dad, why are you always confused? Do you want the two men of the Su family to change partners? They want me, but I don't want to!"

Zhang Binghao said angrily and funnyly, "Your father is not old and I'm not confused, so how can this man named Wang Zheng compare with the two brothers of the Su family?"

"It's comparable, absolutely comparable." Zhang Miaomiao couldn't help teasing and threw the business card in his hand angrily: "Dad, look at his business card."

"Senior Vice President of Jurong International Group." Zhang Binghao took the business card and became more and more surprised: "Jurong International? The great integration of the Shangguan family? Or senior vice president? Is this business card really fake?

Zhang Miaomiao was a little proud: "Of course it's true."

"Senior vice president, is that kind of position that can manage all vice presidents?" Zhang Binghao became more and more surprised: "If you don't have the surname of Shangguan, but you can become the senior vice president of Jurong, then this person must be at least 50, right?"

Zhang Miaomiao's always cold face was more proud: "Who said that, Dad, he is only 278!"

"Dad, do you think he is a young and talented man at this age?"

Zhang Binghao did not answer immediately, but asked, "Miao Miao, is this Wang Zheng the one who saved you?"

"Yes, that's him." Zhang Miaomiao said.

"In this way, it can really be called a young talent, and the capital is really a crouching tiger and hidden dragon." Zhang Binghao pondered, "Miao Miao, this time they saved you, that is, our old Zhang family owes them a big favor. How are you going to repay him?"

Zhang Binghao once said that it's okay to owe money, but you must not owe money. The more you owe, the more you will never pay it off, especially in politics. In the struggle, human kindness is the most dangerous thing. If Zhang Binghao can not owe a favor in his life, he will not owe a favor. Otherwise, he will feel that he can't make sense in his heart.

Although he has not seen Wang Zheng in his daughter's mouth, subconsciously, he doesn't want this relationship to happen and can't explain the reason, which feels a little strange.

"Dad, give me 1,000 mu of land, just by Jiyang Lake in Zhangjiagang." Zhang Miaomiao said.

"Oh? Why? Is this what Wang Zheng asked for by name? There is a cold light in Zhang Binghao's eyes, and there will always be a strong aura in the people who have been in power for a long time, which will be inadvertently revealed. Hearing this, Zhang Binghao has determined that this thousand mu of land is needed by Wang Zheng, otherwise with his daughter's character, he can't think of such a way to repay.

"Of course not." Zhang Miaomiao wanted to deny it, but after seeing his father's vision that seemed to cross people's hearts, he nodded and obediently replied, "It's what he wants, but not all of them."