Chapter 1020

Hearing Section Chief Lan's voice was very weak, Zhao Desan asked anxiously: "Section Chief Lan, where are you? What's wrong with you?"

Comrade Xiao Zhao on the side turned his head and looked, making Zhao Desan realize that it was not good for people in the office to discover his intimate relationship with Section Chief Lan. So he took his phone and walked out of the office, arriving at the stairwell before asking her anxiously: "Section Chief Lan, what's wrong with you? Where are you now?"

"I'm fine, resting at home, feeling a bit uncomfortable." Section Chief Lan said with a weak smile, "Alright, I'm hanging up, I won't disturb your work."

The busy tone came from the phone. Zhao Desan looked at his phone in a daze for a while, always feeling that Section Chief Lan was a bit strange today. Usually, if she had a cold, cough, headache, or fever, she wouldn't ask for leave to rest at home at all. Could it be that she was seriously ill this time? If so, Zhao Desan felt that he must go to visit her as soon as possible. After all, Section Chief Lan was a woman at home alone, and no one was taking care of her. How could this be?

"Zhao Desan, what are you standing there for?" Just as Zhao Desan was in a daze, Zheng Ru came out of the bathroom and saw him, calling him from afar.

Zhao Desan turned his head and smiled lightly, then walked over. After returning to the office with her and sitting down, he had been restless and had no intention of working at all. After a round of ideological struggle, a man's sense of responsibility and heroism made him want to stand out again. So he casually took a few documents, got up, and lied to Zheng Ru: "Zheng Ru, I'm going out to handle some procedures. If anyone looks for me, just say so."

Because Zhao Desan had gone out with Section Chief Lan once, everyone else in the Planning Division knew that Section Chief Lan valued this guy. If there was any field work in the Planning Division that needed to be done, it was reasonable for Zhao Desan to go handle it. So Zheng Ru didn't doubt it at all and nodded with displeasure.

Zhao Desan walked out of the office anxiously, almost walking like flying, went downstairs, rushed out of the Construction Commission, stopped a taxi at the entrance, and went straight to Section Chief Lan's house.

Maybe it was because he was worried about Section Chief Lan's physical condition, although the taxi drove fast, Zhao Desan still felt that the road to Section Chief Lan's house was much farther than before. Looking anxiously at the street scene flying past the window, his mood was anxious like fire.

Why did the road to Section Chief Lan's house feel so long to Zhao Desan? He kept looking at his watch and kept looking out the window. It was originally a short twenty-minute drive, but it felt like he had been in the car for two hours. Finally, he arrived, and he felt a sense of relief. After getting out of the car and paying the fare, he ran to the community anxiously, drilled into the elevator, and watched the changing numbers. Until a "ding" sound, the elevator arrived, and before the door was fully opened, he rushed out impatiently, went directly to Section Chief Lan's door, and pressed the doorbell forcefully.

The doorbell rang for a long while before Lan Mei struggled to climb up from the bed, walked over with effort, looked at the cat's eye, and asked weakly: "Who is it?"

"Section Chief Lan, it's me, Comrade Xiao Zhao." Zhao Desan shouted anxiously. At the same time, Lan Mei opened the cat's eye, lay on it and looked out, and saw Zhao Desan standing at the door with an anxious face.

I don't know why Lan Mei felt a warm current surging in her heart for no reason. She smiled with satisfaction and opened the anti-theft door.

"Section Chief Lan, what's wrong with you?" As soon as the door opened, Zhao Desan asked anxiously before he could see Lan Mei clearly.

"No... nothing, just feeling a bit uncomfortable." Lan Mei's body was originally very weak, but at this time she pretended to smile easily. However, no matter what, that smile still couldn't hide the dull and lusterless spirit. Seeing her pale, bloodless face and lips, Zhao Desan frowned and grabbed her arm impatiently, asking: "Section Chief Lan, what's wrong with you? Why is your complexion so bad? What's going on? What happened?"