After dealing with Xu Wenjing, Zhao Tienan returned to the clinic in good spirits.

In the days that followed, his life was relatively uneventful.

Zhao Tienan diligently worked as a village doctor, occasionally making house calls to treat Li Wanqing. Although the progress was slow, there were some minor improvements.

During these days, a significant event occurred in Fengshan Village.

The old village chief decided to retire due to health reasons, and the superior departments appointed a few candidates for the new village chief. However, the final decision would be made by a vote from all the villagers.

Song Nan, Xing Zhaolin.

These two were old acquaintances of Zhao Tienan, and they were both vigorously canvassing for votes.

Besides them, a volunteer from another province also joined the competition.

Her name was Chen Yu, around twenty-four or twenty-five years old. She was delicate-looking, petite, with a gentle and dignified personality—an ideal beauty from Jiangnan.

She had been in Fengshan Village for over two years, always assisting the old village chief as a volunteer.

Chen Yu, being a smart and quick-witted Southerner, showed no signs of difficulty adapting, managing many affairs in Fengshan Village with ease.

This made her one of the strong contenders for the new village chief position.

However, Zhao Tienan didn't have much interaction with her, merely exchanging greetings when they met, and that was it.

"Doctor Zhao, the village chief election will be held this weekend. You must cast your vote for me then, and I assure you I won't let you down."

That evening, Song Nan discreetly approached Zhao Tienan, looking to secure that precious vote.

"Song Nan, do you take me for a three-year-old child?"

"Stop trying to paint a rosy picture in front of me. If you want my vote, then you better hand over the chips first."

Zhao Tienan glanced impatiently, speaking indifferently.

He was a sensible person, never acting without assurance.

This vote was most valuable before it was cast. Once given, Song Nan might not keep his promise, since he was a downright scoundrel, adept at burning bridges after crossing them.

"There's a thousand yuan in here, please accept it graciously, Doctor Zhao!"

Song Nan chuckled awkwardly, slowly pulling out an envelope from his pocket, though it was only a thin layer.

"You're testing me with this? Which voter can't withstand such a test?"

Zhao Tienan said disdainfully.

A thousand yuan was already a generous reward in the eyes of ordinary villagers, enough to sustain a family of three for two months given the low expenses in rural areas.

However, in Zhao Tienan's eyes, this was no different than tossing a few coins to a beggar.

"Doctor Zhao, you've misunderstood!"

"This thousand yuan is just an appetizer. I've already prepared the main course for you in the town."

"If you have no other engagements tonight, then come with me, and I promise to arrange everything perfectly for you."

Song Nan's expression momentarily froze, inwardly cursing Zhao Tienan for being so hard to please.

If it weren't for the competitive nature of the candidates and the closely contested votes, he wouldn't go through such trouble for just one vote from Zhao Tienan, even resorting to acting servile.

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