Luo Tianlin could hear that the 76-year-old Old Secretary was actually chatting up his personal bedside nurse.
That young nurse, oh, she was only 21 years old, a graduate of advanced nursing, very professional, and looked so demure!
Since the Old Secretary was getting on in years, it was customary for him to have a personal bedside nurse during his annual routine convalescence and regular medical hospitalization. This was the rule—made by people, for people, and only certain people could be considered people.
Luo Tianlin didn't have a bedside nurse himself; he didn't want one, mainly because he felt a bit shy in front of the older leaders, being the boss of the Provincial Organization Department in his early fifties, too embarrassed to ask for one.
But now, as Luo Tianlin listened to the Old Secretary and the nurse's conversation, he could already sense something fishy, a potent flavor indeed!
