Começando na Política como Secretário

On his way to work at the Institute of Traditional Medicine, Zhang Jun couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. A quick pat of his pockets confirmed it—he had forgotten his phone. For someone like him, marginalized at work, there was little chance anyone would call, yet not having his phone on him made him feel oddly unsettled, as if a limb were missing.

He glanced at his watch; there was still time. He turned his bike and headed back home.

Zhang Jun lived in the staff quarters of the Provincial People’s Hospital. His wife, Liu Yujie, was the head nurse there. The hospital’s benefits were good—the apartment was a subsidized unit from her workplace.

Parking his bicycle at the building’s entrance, Zhang Jun climbed the stairs and pulled out his key at the door, only to discover it was bolted from the inside.

A wave of foreboding washed over him.

Liu Yujie had worked the night shift and was supposed to be resting at home. Zhang Jun distinctly remembered that the door had not been bolted when he left that morning.

It had only been a little over ten minutes. Why would Liu Yujie get up to bolt the door?

A buzzing rang in his mind.

He had overheard whispers, rumors that Liu Yujie’s relationship with Vice President Zhou Wenbin was anything but ordinary. Despite her modest credentials, she had risen swiftly in ten years, from senior nurse to head nurse, all thanks to Zhou Wenbin’s favor and admiration, people said.

Zhang Jun himself had a graduate degree, yet he remained on the sidelines at the institute. He had