Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 804, 803 Unbelievable

The Tianjin Municipal Public Security Bureau acted swiftly, assisting the task force in apprehending the suspect. In return, the task force entrusted the task of reporting the good news to the Tianjin Municipal Public Security Bureau.

There's a certain etiquette to making good news calls. Around four in the morning, no leader sits in their office waiting for a call; these calls are usually made directly to the leader's home.

Although the suspect has been apprehended, the timing of the phone call must be carefully considered. It shouldn't be made immediately, since it's only 4 a.m. We need to pause for a moment. Since we can't disturb the leaders' rest too much, and we also need to demonstrate that the Municipal Bureau is working around the clock, around 6 a.m. is just right.

The leaders were very satisfied with the Tianjin Municipal Bureau's actions, but they still gave it a slight verbal criticism. How could they wait for such good news?

The good news spread quickly. The Sijiu City Bureau specially dispatched two cars to the train station to pick up the person, driving directly to the platform.

The man surnamed Qin is in luck today; he not only got to ride in a sleeper car, but also in a car.

However, this was not what he had expected. Throughout the entire process, he appeared grief-stricken, hanging his head and remaining silent.

Back at the municipal police station, the task force did not rush to interrogate him, but instead threw the man surnamed Qin into the detention room.

This case is rather special, as it involves state secrets, and we have to wait for someone from the Science and Technology Commission to come and handle it together.

Although it was against the rules, no one criticized it.

It was still early, so the task force finally got a rare break.

Wu Aijun simply pushed the four chairs in the office together and lay down on them.

Before long, I drifted off to sleep.

Wu Aijun only slept for about an hour before waking up right at mealtime.

People are iron, and rice is steel, so you panic if you don't eat a meal.

From last night until now, he has only eaten one bowl of noodles on the train, which is not enough for a big guy like him.

After having breakfast at the cafeteria, Wu Aijun felt alive again. Not only was his fatigue gone, but he could also fight for another day and night.

"Aijun, refine the case file. The content must stand up to scrutiny." Wu Aijun had just entered his office after finishing his meal when he was given a big task.

You don't know until you start writing. Wu Aijun discovered the problem as soon as he started writing: the case didn't have any information about the person who reported it or their statement.

It's not surprising that Wu Aijun only discovered this now, because the current photocopying technology is not up to par, and many materials are handwritten, so it's impossible to provide everyone with a copy. Usually, when handling cases, the team leader dictates the key points, the team members take notes quickly, and then the follow-up materials are supplemented later.

Since I've taken on this job, I have to do it well.

Wu Aijun organized the details, intending to first trace the process of the suspect's attack, including when the person was injured, where the injury occurred, and the severity of the injury.

As for the leak, we'll have to wait for someone from the Science and Technology Commission to come and see if it can be recorded and how it should be recorded.

"Who was hurt?"

This is a question that not only the special task force couldn't answer, but even the colleagues who participated in the initial investigation couldn't explain, and even the Science and Technology Commission didn't know.

This is a bit rough...

Left with no other choice, Wu Aijun could only follow the lead given by the Science and Technology Commission and call the Municipal Post Office.

The leaders of the municipal post office knew who the injured person was and where they were injured, because Fang Yuan had specifically called to discuss the matter yesterday.

In order to access the case file, Wu Aijun had no choice but to go to the address provided by the municipal post office to find the victim. As a police officer, he couldn't very well let a young woman with a limp come to the municipal public security bureau to give a statement.

When they arrived at Ma Wei's house, the nanny opened the door. After explaining their purpose, the nanny did not dare to make a decision and called Ma Wei out.

"Comrade, are you from the Municipal Public Security Bureau?" Ma Wei asked as she limped out of the bedroom.

“Yes, this is my identification.” Wu Aijun took out his work ID from his pocket. In addition to the official seal of the Municipal Bureau, it also had a steel stamp. No one dared to counterfeit this thing; if caught, they could spend their entire life in jail.

"Come in." Ma Wei took the document, glanced at the name and workplace, and returned it to Wu Aijun after confirming that everything was correct.

Upon entering, Wu Aijun quickly surveyed the room, somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected the victim's family to be so well-off, with a living space no smaller than his own.

"Aunt Zhang, pour this Comrade Wu a glass of water." Ma Wei waved to the nanny, indicating that she didn't need help, and then limped over to the sofa and slowly sat down.

Because of the difference between men and women, Wu Aijun saw that Ma Wei had difficulty moving around and it was not convenient for him to go forward and help her. He just stood by and was ready to help her if she fell.

"Comrade Wu, please sit down." Seeing that Wu Aijun was still in a daze, Ma Wei pointed to the sofa next to her.

"Oh, thank you." Wu Aijun smiled, took out a notebook and pen from his bag, and sat down. He was very curious as to how a young woman could be involved in a leak case.
"Comrade Wu, what do you want to ask? Go ahead." Although Ma Wei had never experienced anything like this before, her upbringing and family background gave her confidence, and she wasn't intimidated by the staff of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

"Okay." Wu Aijun nodded to the nanny as a thank you for pouring him water, then opened his notebook, unscrewed the pen, and routinely asked, "Name, age."

"Ma Wei, 24 years old."

"Please describe the events of yesterday's incident. Please do not disclose anything involving state secrets." Wu Aijun quickly finished writing down the details with his head down, then asked the routine question.

It was completely unexpected that such a young woman would be involved with state secrets, especially since she worked in the postal system.

"State secrets? No, not at all." Ma Wei was visibly taken aback by Wu Aijun's words, shook her head, and continued:
“Yesterday morning, around 10 o’clock, the security guard called and said someone was looking for our section chief. I told him that our section chief had gone to the grassroots level and was not here at the moment.

A little while later, the security guard called again, saying that someone surnamed Qin had something urgent to discuss with our section chief. I was worried about delaying the section chief, so I went out for a bit..."

"So, the assailant who slashed you was targeting your section chief?" After Ma Wei recounted the events, Wu Aijun felt that things were finally making sense. That made sense; it was indeed a bit unbelievable that a delicate young woman would be involved with state secrets.

"Yes, it seems so. Our section chief is a college student who spends most of his time in school, and is usually only at the office on Monday and Saturday afternoons. The fact that this guy surnamed Qin was able to come to our office yesterday means he's not familiar with our section chief. Our section chief has excellent interpersonal relationships both at work and at school, so this guy surnamed Qin is definitely in the wrong."

After returning from the hospital yesterday, Ma Wei still couldn't understand why someone would retaliate against Tang Zhitong, and she was even more unaware that the Science and Technology Commission had intervened in the matter. Her father seemed to know something, but he didn't say a word, only telling her to stay home and recover.

Although she didn't know the truth, it didn't stop Ma Wei from finding excuses to exonerate Tang Zhitong.

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Wu Aijun was stunned. The municipal post office, the section chief, the college student—why did they seem so familiar?
"Comrade Wu, what's wrong?" Ma Wei felt uneasy when she saw Wu Aijun in a daze. She didn't know why the man surnamed Qin would bring a knife to attack Tang Zhitong. The reason he gave earlier was indeed a bit far-fetched. Would this be considered interference with the investigation?

"Your section chief's surname is Tang?" Wu Aijun asked tentatively.

"Yes, Tang Zhitong, you know him?" Ma Wei was slightly relieved and asked in return. "Yes, not only do we know each other, we're quite familiar." Wu Aijun scratched his head, things became even more unbelievable. So, the Science and Technology Commission was referring to Tang Zhitong when they said the person surnamed Qin intended to harm researchers? And he was also the one involved in state secrets?
Can you still have fun playing?

Wu Aijun felt somewhat frustrated. He had always been determined to prove himself in some way, but he increasingly found that it was easier said than done.

……

Wang Huiru received a letter from her nephew Wang Bo this morning.

In his letter, Wang Bo not only sent his greetings to his aunt's family, but also mentioned that he had been selected by the health department as a representative to attend the National Congress of Outstanding Workers next month.

As Wang Huiru watched, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably; she wept with joy.

"Old Wang, what's wrong? Did your husband bully you?" A colleague asked with concern.

Currently, rural areas have entered the peak period of famine, especially in rural areas outside the region. Many colleagues sigh and cry when they receive letters from their hometowns.

The sighs and groans are usually because the family is asking for money, and the crying is mostly because a close relative has passed away.

No one knows when this will end.

However, her colleagues knew that Wang Huiru's hometown was in the suburbs of Beijing, which was much better than other places. Although she could see cases of edema during her rounds, at least she had a stutter to keep her alive...

"My husband is doing well!" Wang Huiru wiped away her tears and smiled. Wang Bo's achievements and her brother's family's relatively comfortable life in the countryside were both thanks to her husband's strong support. She was already very satisfied.

"Oh, so you're protecting him now? Who was it yesterday who said the rough men in their families go to bed without washing their feet and just throw their socks around?" a colleague joked.

"Tch, who was it yesterday who advised my husband and I that when we live together, it's inevitable that we'll have disagreements, like spoons hitting the pot and teeth and tongue fighting? How come your words have become a completely different story today?" Wang Huiru took out her handkerchief, wiped the tears off her face, and started joking with her colleague.

"Alright, alright, you won't even let me say a bad word about Lao Yan? Your Lao Yan is the best, is that alright now?" Seeing that Wang Huiru's emotions had stabilized, her colleague smiled and gave herself a way out.

"That's more like it." Wang Huiru was satisfied. Every couple has their little flaws, and while it's okay to complain, it shouldn't affect their relationship.

"Then why are you crying and laughing? What's the reason?" Wang Huiru was still able to laugh, which meant there was no bad news in the letter. Her colleague, driven by curiosity, finally asked the question.

"You know my nephew, right?" Hearing her colleague's question, Wang Huiru smiled even more brightly, no longer pretending, her pride written all over her face.

"Yes, everyone in our hospital knows you have a good nephew who's been in the newspapers multiple times," the colleague replied cooperatively.

Wang Huiru's nephew not only became a typical representative of barefoot doctors after the publication of the "Handbook", but also recently the Beijing Daily published a special report on his deeds.

The content, of course, was about how barefoot doctors overcame difficulties and became self-taught to perform surgeries for the people. The report also interviewed patients, using their recovery and words to prove Wang Bo's superb medical skills, and so on.

This seems absurd to professionals. If one can perform surgery through self-study, what is the point of them going through the trouble of taking the college entrance examination, studying for five years, and then assisting in the operating room for two years before becoming the surgeon?
The Sijiu City Daily, emboldened by its superior position, made it difficult for the health authorities to refute. After investigation, they learned that Wang Bo had undergone specialized training, so they also reported the matter in their internal magazine, although the focus of their report differed from that of the Sijiu City Daily.

The magazine first affirmed Wang Bo's achievements, but also pointed out that surgery is not a trivial matter. In the spirit of being responsible for barefoot doctors and the health of the people, it suggested that he should undergo professional training before performing surgery. It also called on chief surgeons in the medical system to give full play to their dedication and take the initiative to train apprentices, and so on.

"He's going to attend the talent show next month!" Wang Huiru proudly told her colleagues.

Wang Huiru had read the report about Beijing. As a doctor herself, she knew the risks of the surgery, so she took leave immediately after the report was published and went back to her parents' home to find out what was going on.

On the way there, Wang Huiru had already planned to remind her nephew again to explain the risks and get the necessary signatures from the patient's family. But when she arrived, she was dumbfounded.

The patient's family simply said, "We're already very grateful that Bozi could snatch someone from the jaws of death. If he doesn't survive, it's his fate. Why would we cause him any trouble?"

Well, in the eyes of the patient's family, their own nephew is actually a good doctor who can snatch people away from the King of Hell. No one disagrees with him, no one goes west when he says go east, and no one chases away chickens when he says he'll lead the dog.

This status is unmatched even by the chief surgeon in the city.

Wang Bo just stood there grinning foolishly at his aunt, offering no explanation.

Wang Huiru was furious, but she held back in front of the patient.

Afterwards, Wang Huiru secretly chatted with Wang Bo for a few minutes.

“Aunt, as you just saw, in their eyes I’m a living saint who saves people from suffering. If I really can’t get off the operating table, they won’t blame me.” Wang Bo was very frank in the face of his aunt’s worries.

“But…but that’s a human life after all.” Although Wang Huiru came from a rural area, she was taught from the time she entered university that human life is of paramount importance, so she often dared not act rashly.

“Auntie, surgery in the city can easily cost tens of yuan, which is simply unaffordable for people in the countryside.”

If you come to me for surgery, I won't charge you a single penny.

I may not be as skilled as surgeons in the city, but at least I've given rural patients a choice.

Without me, they would only lie in bed wailing, or even waiting to die.

In this situation, do you think it's even meaningful to talk to them about risks and responsibilities?
A few years ago, people started chanting, "The bolder the people, the greater the harvest."

I'm not sure if this method will work on crops, but I think it would be very suitable for barefoot doctors.

If you're always hesitant and afraid to do anything, you won't make any progress.

First, we must liberate our minds, have the courage to think and act, and abandon fear. Only by studying and working diligently can we have the opportunity to better serve the people!

Seeing that his aunt still couldn't figure it out, Wang Bo poured out all his recent thoughts.

After listening to her nephew's explanation, Wang Huiru opened her mouth as if to speak, but ultimately said nothing. She simply nodded slowly, accepting his explanation.

"Auntie, um... could you give me the other set of surgical instruments as well?" Seeing that his aunt was no longer trying to persuade him, Wang Bo asked somewhat shyly.

“Okay, it was originally prepared for you. I’ll bring it over in a couple of days,” Wang Huiru nodded readily.

"No need, no need, I'll come and get it later. Ever since I saw it in the newspaper, I've had more patients, and there are also young people who want to come and learn medicine from me. One set isn't enough. I won't take it for free; I'll pay you back when I start earning a salary." Wang Bo breathed a sigh of relief when his aunt agreed.

Surgeries don't happen every day, but occasionally we might have two or three in a single day.

One set of surgical instruments is indeed not enough. After use, they need to be steamed in a steamer for half an hour. If an emergency occurs, he can only watch the patient cry out in pain, which he finds hard to bear.

(End of this chapter)