Wang Jianguo reached into his pocket, pulled out a crumpled cigarette pack, and fished out a cigarette, placing it between his lips without lighting it.
He gestured toward the map on the wall with the cigarette:
"Doesn't our Third Sub-farm always lack a medical station? Last time Old Zhou had that hypertension flare-up, it took a grueling two hours just to get him to the Health Clinic."
Chapter 702