The cement factory incident was like a prickly rash. Although it was extremely itchy, it could only be scratched through one's boots. It made people feel helpless and sorry for it. If they continued to investigate, they would definitely be able to dig out a lot of things. But when it came to the Municipal Party Committee Secretary, Tian Chunqiu, it was often raised high and then gently put down, leaving the matter unsettled. As a subordinate, Zhang Zhiyuan felt aggrieved, but he could only hide it in his heart. Since he could not change the established facts, he might as well create an opportunity to reverse the situation and turn a bad thing into a good thing.
Shiwan Village looked like it had been bombarded by the Japanese with cannons. Su Qiming, who was eager for quick success, had dug a hole everywhere. It was desolate, desolate, and full of scars. It was heartbreaking to look at. The local people, in particular, had gone to the County party committee many times to ask why the cement factory project had been stopped. Most of the comrades from the Letter and Calls Bureau had used various reasons to evade this question, because they did not know if the aborted project would be restarted. Su Qiming had left happily, but he had left an irreparable ravine in the hearts of the people. The cement factory project had been indefinitely extended due to the breach of contract by the Tongya Road Construction Group. Because of this, Zhang Zhiyuan was unwilling to go to the countryside in Shiwan Village for a long time. He was afraid that he would not be able to cover up this ugly place, and that it would become a pain buried in their hearts forever.
Just as the cement factory incident made people heave a sigh of relief, another shocking incident happened … If the previous incident was the fuse, then this incident had become an important tipping point, triggering a large-scale personnel earthquake in Bei Zhou City …
"Yiwei, put down your work and hurry to the Provincial People's Hospital with me!" Zhang Zhiyuan said breathlessly on the other end of the phone.
Lu Yiwei panicked after hearing this. He thought that something big had happened. He wanted to ask more questions, but he held back his curiosity and drove the new Passat that the County party committee had allocated for him to the County party committee's compound. He saw Zhang Zhiyuan standing on the steps, pacing back and forth anxiously.
When he saw Lu Yiwei, he hurriedly got into the car and pointed ahead. "Hurry up!"
Lu Yiwei ran at full speed and arrived at the Provincial People's Hospital as fast as he could. Before the car came to a complete stop, Zhang Zhiyuan jumped out of the car impatiently and ran to the inpatient department. Lu Yiwei parked the car and chased after them.
The Inpatient Department's Cadre Ward was surrounded by a large group of people in police uniforms early in the morning. When Lu Yiwei climbed up and saw the scene, he seemed to understand something. His heart tightened. Did something happen to Hou Yongzhi, the secretary of the Municipal Political and Legal Committee?
Hou Yongzhi had been in a coma ever since the car accident. Although he had been rescued, he had been medically determined to be in a vegetative state. He would be like this for the rest of his life. But his wife didn't believe anything he said. She massaged Hou Yongzhi almost every day and talked to him, hoping to create a miracle. However, this miracle did not happen. In the end, what he waited for was a notice of critical illness.
The Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, Guo Jinzhu, was making a ruckus in the doctor's office with the notice of critical illness, "He was fine a few days ago. Why is there such a notice today? What is the meaning of this? Is it because your skills are inferior, or are you trying to kill Hou Yongzhi? "Guo Jinzhu and Hou Yongzhi were brothers who had gone through thick and thin together, so he was agitated when he spoke. Evidently, he couldn't accept this fact.
The doctor was afraid of Guo Jinzhu's ruthlessness, so he kept explaining, "Hou Yongzhi's alveolus ruptured, causing his lungs to bleed profusely. The patient is in a coma, and he was lucky enough to survive the first rescue. But the patient doesn't have many days left, so please calm down and accompany the patient. Let him finish his last journey peacefully! "
When the doctor said that, Guo Jinzhu froze on the spot. His facial expression twitched violently, and his legs couldn't help moving. He instantly collapsed on the chair and asked, "Doctor, tell me the truth. How many days does Yongzhi have left?"
The doctor shook his head and said, "If the patient is lucky, he can make it through tonight."
Guo Jinzhu jumped from the chair to the ground. Zhang Zhiyuan, who was beside him, tried to help him up, but Guo Jinzhu's legs were as soft as noodles, and he couldn't stand up at all. Zhang Zhiyuan and Lu Yiwei supported each other to stand up with difficulty. Their foreheads were covered in cold sweat, and they began to stutter, "Zhi … Zhi … Zhiyuan, what … what did the doctor say just now? I … I … I don't understand … "
Zhang Zhiyuan felt like a knife was twisting in his heart. He turned his head to one side and couldn't bear to see Guo Jinzhu's painful look. Unexpectedly, Guo Jinzhu suddenly broke free from Zhang Zhiyuan and rushed to the doctor. He grabbed the doctor's collar and stared at the doctor with bloodshot eyes. He almost used all his strength to ask, "Say it again."
The doctor was already used to this situation. He said coldly, "At most, he won't live past tomorrow. He can only live today because of the external equipment supplying him with oxygen. His lungs have completely atrophied, and he has uremia. It's a miracle that he can live until now. So, don't be too sad! If you have time to be angry with me here, why don't you go and accompany the patient? After today, you won't be able to see him even if you want to. "
The doctor's words were like steel nails nailed into Guo Jinzhu's heart. He slowly let go of the doctor and ran out of the treatment room almost crazily. He came to the window of the ICU and held the glass. He looked haggard and his heart was broken. What words could describe his feelings at the moment? Everything seemed pale and powerless.
They were comrades-in-arms who had gone through fire and water together. They transferred jobs together and joined the work together. It had been decades, but their relationship didn't change because of the change of their status. They were still the same comrades-in-arms. For so many years, Hou Yongzhi was like Guo Jinzhu's shadow, always following him and never leaving him. As long as Guo Jinzhu made a decision, Hou Yongzhi would stand by his side without hesitation. Even if the decision was wrong, he would still support him. Hou Yongzhi was a straightforward person. He had offended many leaders and people. In the end, it was Guo Jinzhu who settled it for him. They helped each other at work and were even more like family in life. The two families happened to be a man and a woman. They grew up in the same hospital, so their relationship was not ordinary. Hou Yongzhi had proposed many times that the two families should unite by marriage. Guo Jinzhu said that he would respect his son's opinion. In addition, the two families would travel together from time to time. They would go fishing together and climb mountains together … Recalling the past, Guo Jinzhu slowly squatted on the ground with tears in his eyes. He knocked his head on the wall with all his strength, and the "bang bang" sound was heartbreaking …
In the ward, Hou Yongzhi's wife and son were crawling on Hou Yongzhi's body and crying. They knew that time was running out, but Hou Yongzhi, who was lying on the bed, didn't know what was going to happen. He stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open. His eyes were empty and filled with fear. It was frightening and creepy. His body was stiff on the bed, and there was no reaction at all. Perhaps, the only thing that could make him react was breathing. But now, breathing had become a luxury. He relied on the ventilator to barely maintain his life.
Death wasn't scary. The scariest thing was to know about death. Waiting for death was like waiting for a year. The process was a double destruction of one's mind and body. It was so torturous that one couldn't breathe.
After the sadness, Guo Jinzhu stood up and almost begged the doctor with a pleading tone. He wanted to accompany Hou Yongzhi and talk. The doctor looked at Guo Jinzhu and finally agreed. After Guo Jinzhu went in, he caressed the emaciated Hou Yongzhi and actually leaned over him to cry loudly. His mournful and sorrowful emotions would move anyone who heard it.
Men didn't cry easily, but they didn't cry when they were sad. Some people said that a successful man never shed a tear. In fact, he was very strong in front of others, but he was so weak and helpless when he was alone. Crying didn't mean that he was weak. On the contrary, it was a performance of strength. Many things would become indifferent after crying, and people wouldn't care about it anymore. But on this occasion, crying was a pity and reminiscence for a person who was about to become a "dead".
It was impossible for people to fight against the laws of nature. Birth, old age, sickness, and death had repeated for thousands of years, but they still couldn't escape the clutches of fate. But the problem was that Hou Yongzhi's "death" was set up.
Waiting sometimes felt long, but sometimes it was very fast. Just like today, Guo Jinzhu held Hou Yongzhi's hand and talked for the whole day, but there were still endless topics to talk about. The sky outside gradually darkened, and there was an atmosphere as if the Grim Reaper had arrived.
Hou Yongzhi didn't have any reaction from beginning to end. He didn't even move a finger. Only a pair of big eyes were still staring at the ceiling. Hou Yongzhi started as a low-level policeman and walked step by step to become the secretary of the Municipal Political and Legal Committee. It could be considered a success. But who would have thought that in the end, it would be like this?
Time passed, and the corridor outside was almost filled with people. Most of them were Hou Yongzhi's old subordinates. They didn't say a word, and they bowed their heads and prayed in unison. Lu Yiwei was also in a heavy mood. He hid in a corner and kept smoking, trying to use this method to numb his anxious heart. However, a shooting star drew a beautiful arc in the beautiful sky. In the end, it had to find its own harbor …
In the early morning, the corridor was especially cold. Many people were shivering from the cold and huddled together to keep warm. At this moment, a series of hurried footsteps rang out. Everyone's heart was in their throat. The doctors and nurses rushed into the intensive care unit. In less than five minutes, there was a hysterical cry …
The people in the corridor seemed to understand something. The subordinates in police uniforms took off their police hats and saluted Hou Yongzhi's ward in unison …
A rising political star had fallen just like that. Hou Yongzhi's life couldn't be said to be spectacular. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was full of ups and downs. He fought with criminals several times and almost lost his life, but in the end, he died at the hands of his own people. Perhaps, this was the end, the end that made people sad. Who knew if he would remember the past when he reached the other side. Today, his glory was written in the history of Bei Zhou City.
Started, chased, crazy,
I'm drunk. I've been looking forward to it for so long.
Not in pursuit of the distant autumn moon shadow
But an epitaph engraved in history
Choose the second half of life
I'd rather be a ninja
Leaving behind an unknown song in the dark night sky
Drawing shadows in the air with time
Looking and listening to the distant sea
The wind rises and the clouds are light
See the eagle again
Sleep, wake up, hope,
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