Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 522: The death of a young literary giant? Life in Sacred Heart Hospital?
"A great writer has passed away? Bao Bingwen was shot in the disaster area!"

"Is the young literary giant's life or death uncertain? Is there a hidden story behind his charitable act?"

"Bao Bingwen caused public outrage and was assassinated!"

In just two days, related news appeared like mushrooms after rain, appearing in major newspapers in Shanghai and in major news media across the country.

No. 132, Lane 9, Shanyin Road, Shanghai.

At daybreak in the morning, the light in the study on the second floor was turned on. The courtyard was full of vitality in early July, with ivy growing from the base of the wall to the windows.

On the windowsill, many sparrows flew over chirping and landed on the ivy.

Xun Ge'er got up early, drank a few sips of strong tea, then took a few biscuits and started feeding sparrows on the windowsill.

This is the process he must go through before creating every day.

"Xun'er, come and have some breakfast." Xu Guangping came up from downstairs with a plate of soy milk, buns, and fried dough sticks. It wasn't a rich meal, but it was all steaming hot.

Xun Ge'er threw all the biscuits to Sparrow, then clapped his hands and sat down.

"Put it there."

He had no intention of starting to eat. Instead, he spread out the manuscript paper and fiddled with the pen at hand, appearing to want to write an article.

Xu Guangping sighed when she saw this and said, "The work at the Jimin Society is already very tedious. You also have to teach at the university and now you have to write articles. Your body can't stand it. You should rest more."

Xun Ge'er raised his head and noticed the concern in Xu Guangping's eyes. He smiled and said.

"No matter how hard I work, I can't compare to the charity performance group. Have you read the press release Bingwen sent from the disaster area? The charity performance group slept in the open air and suffered a lot for the people in the disaster area. I am not as good as them in this respect."

"Sir, you also stay up late every day when you are in the Jesuit Society."

"It's different." Xun Ge'er shook his head, his eye bags becoming more obvious and his eye sockets sunken. "That's nothing. If I have a chance, I will also learn from Bingwen and go to the people to have a good look. If I can't put myself in their shoes, how can I write a good article?"

Seeing that his wife was still concerned, Xun Ge'er immediately comforted her.

"The medicine Bingwen sent me earlier was very helpful for my lung disease. It has improved a lot now. Don't worry."

"But." Xu Guangping advised helplessly. "Mr. Bingwen also said that you should have a good rest."

Xun Ge'er was a stubborn person, and even Xu Guangping found it difficult to persuade him to come back.

Just as the two were talking, urgent shouts were heard from outside the door downstairs.

"Mr. Zhou! Mr. Zhou!"

"Who's here to look for you, sir, so early in the morning?" Xu Guangping frowned, and was a little dissatisfied. Xun Ge'er was already very busy, but these people were still not quiet.

She was just about to speak loudly and ask the other party to go back first. Generally, this time in the early morning is Xun Ge'er's creative time and he does not like to be disturbed.

But Xun Ge'er tried to stop him.

"and many more."

He frowned and looked at the fat man outside the door and said, "It looks like the boss of The Times, Huang Bohui. He is very close to Bingwen. He must have some news from Bingwen. Go out and open the door and let him in."

Xu Guangping sighed helplessly and finally nodded.

Xun Ge'er sat down at the desk and picked up his pen to think about today's article. After Bao Guowei went to the disaster area, many scoundrels jumped out.

In particular, many court writers of the National Government came out to criticize Bao Guowei for exposing the disaster relief situation and corruption problems in various regions by the charity performance troupe.

Bao Guowei was accused of abusing his influence and threatening local officials, and that non-government officials were exercising the right of supervision, which was undermining the government's administration.

Others said that the charity performance troupe did not bring stability to the disaster-stricken areas, but instead made the local people silent, seriously affecting the control of the flood.

As soon as I saw these articles, I found them ridiculous. Are these people trying to protect the civil service? Isn't the civil service of the government bad enough?
The local authorities are silent? It is not the ordinary people who are silent, but the local authorities, right?
It's simply that their interests have been affected, and when they feel the pain, they start to cry out.

Brother Xun would not indulge these people. He immediately had an idea in his head and the outline of an article came out.

But at this moment, the hurried footsteps on the stairs interrupted Xun Ge'er's thoughts.

Xun Ge'er was helpless. He looked at Huang Bohui who ran in and said, "Mr. Huang, my stairs are not very sturdy. If you break them, remember to compensate me."

After some joking, Brother Xun seemed to be in a good mood because of the charity performance troupe.

But Huang Bohui's chubby face was full of fear and anxiety, and he kept breathing heavily.

"Mr. Zhou, something terrible has happened."

Xun Ge'er immediately realized that something was wrong, frowned and said, "Something happened."

Huang Bohui took out a letter and spoke in a very sad tone.

"An urgent telegram just came from the disaster area. Mr. Bingwen..."

"What did he say?" Xun Ge'er frowned suddenly, grabbed the other's wrist and asked anxiously.

Huang Bohui's tears and snot were streaming down his face. He said in a sad tone, stammering, "He was attacked by bandits during the charity performance. He was shot four times. His life or death is unknown."

There was a bang.

The teacup that Xun Ge'er was holding leisurely in his hand suddenly fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Bao Guowei is dead?
The news quickly spread throughout the Shanghai stock market.

"Bingwen is dead? This is impossible!"

In the office of the Hua Xia Ji Min Hui, Lin Yutang saw the news about Bao Guowei's death published in the newspaper and angrily tore it to pieces.

Just opposite, such a big thing happened. Chu Huiseng came to the Jimin Society a long time ago. When he found that the atmosphere here was not right, his heart sank even more.

After a long silence, Chu Huiseng asked Lin Yutang, "Mr. Lin, how is Bingwen?"

Nowadays, the news on the market is becoming more and more mysterious, and the news that Bao Guowei was shot four times is particularly eye-catching.

Being hit by four bullets at close range is almost the same as death in this era. No matter how bad the murderer's shooting skills are, as long as he can hit an aorta or a vital part with one bullet.

Given the remote location where Bao Guowei was, even if he was rushed to Shanghai for treatment, his chances of survival would be very high.

Therefore, although there is no definite news about Bao Guowei yet, many newspapers on the market have already started to "cash in on the popularity" by using "Bao Guowei is dead" as their headlines.

At this moment, Lin Yutang looked distraught, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and his swollen eye bags were like two bumps.

"No, no."

Lin Yutang kept muttering these words to himself.

Lin Yutang had known Bao Guowei since he started to make a fortune. The two of them were both teachers and friends. Lin Yutang helped Bao Guowei translate articles, and Bao Guowei assisted Lin Yutang in modifying the typewriter. The two of them complemented each other and accomplished many great things.

Step by step, Lin Yutang saw Bao Guowei become the envy of countless people, going to the disaster area and realizing "patriotism" that ordinary people could not do.

He felt extremely proud.

At this moment, news received from the disaster area said that Bao Guowei's life or death was uncertain. Judging from the tone of the news, the probability of death was relatively high.

Lin Yutang couldn't believe this news at all.

Even when looking at the letter written by Hong Shen, he felt that he must be dreaming.

Was Bao Guowei’s death a dream, or was the extraordinary demeanor that Bao Guowei displayed over the past year a dream?

Chu Huiseng sighed, patted Lin Yutang on the shoulder, said nothing, and walked out on his own.

As he walked, his eyes became red.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally couldn't suppress his emotions anymore and punched the wooden door, making a loud thump.

The broken pieces of wood also cut his fist, and blood slowly slid down the door.

Chu Huiseng's chest rose and fell, and he roared from his chest like an angry old lion.

"Can't a government like this have room for a Bao Guowei? Can't the government have a little bit of decency?"

Such soul-searching questions came out of Chu Huiseng's mouth, and finally he collapsed and squatted down crying.

It was not easy, not easy, for him to see such a unique young man.

In fact, Chu Huiseng knew very well the hidden reason behind the attack on Bao Guowei.

The charity performance troupe went deep into the disaster area, bringing not only singing and dancing performances, but also the sense of crisis among local officials.

In fact, the officialdom of the Republic of China was still in the same line as that of the Qing Dynasty. Officials protected each other and sold official positions and titles. All kinds of situations had always been common.

Especially after going through various warlords and under the rule of Chiang Kai-shek, the country was not yet strong, but the bureaucracy had already become corrupt.

In Shanghai and even in the disaster-stricken counties around Nanjing, there is no local official who does not have someone to rely on, and every local official has paid homage to the four major families in Nanjing, or is a member of one of them.

These people will certainly not sit idly by when faced with Bao Guowei's efforts to clean up the atmosphere.

Chu Huiseng didn't know the reason or the purpose of the people who attacked Bao Guowei.

But he understood that the murderer was so skilled and was able to sneak into the vicinity of the charity performance troupe, which must have been due to the intentional or unintentional encouragement of those officials.

Even if they didn't plan it.

Bao Guowei touched the interests of too many people, so even Chiang Kai-shek wanted to take action against him.

But they should never, ever, assassinate Bao Guowei in public, in front of the victims, when he was working hard for the country and the nation!
At this moment, Chu Huiseng was extremely angry. He became more and more disappointed with the Kuomintang government under Chiang Kai-shek's rule. He made up his mind that even if he had to try his best and lose his official position, he must fight these people to the end!

Suzhou.

Zhang's National Studies Society.

In the morning, Zhang Taiyan was basking in the sun in the yard. There was still some time before the classes at the National Studies Society started, and he usually used this time to write articles or read newspapers in the yard.

During these days, Zhang Taiyan was in a good mood, especially after seeing the charity performance troupe clearing out the bureaucracy in the disaster area, he even drank a jar of rice wine for the first time. Of course, he had to avoid his wife, otherwise the old woman would nag again.

While drinking tea and flipping through the news about the charity performance troupe from a few days ago, Zhang Taiyan curled his lips. Fengyang County was quite good, much better than other counties.

As he watched, a look of pride appeared on his face again. He thought that he was worthy of being his own apprentice. He was a thousand times better than those officials in the government who were just sitting there doing nothing.
Just as he was thinking this, Zhang Taiyan suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Zhu Jihai, this kid, I asked him to get the latest newspaper, why did it take him so long?
Zhang Taiyan searched everywhere and finally found Zhu Jihai at the door, holding a newspaper and looking dazed.

Zhu Jihai is sixteen years old, which is the time when he is growing up. His face has become taller and taller these days.

But why are there tears in her eyes, as if she had been crying?
Zhang Taiyan frowned and said sternly, "You kid, I asked you to get the newspaper, why did it take you so long?"

When Zhu Jihai saw Zhang Taiyan, his emotions seemed to have found an outlet and he burst into tears.

Zhang Taiyan frowned and snatched the newspaper from his hand. Before he could read it, he heard Zhu Jihai crying beside him.

"Master~ Senior Brother is gone~ He was shot dead by a gangster~"

A buzzing sound.

Zhang Taiyan suddenly felt as if he had a difficulty breathing in his chest, and his eyes went dark before he passed out.

I heard Zhu Jihai's panicked voice.

"Master! Master!"

Shanghai Stock Exchange, Yangshupu.

Sacred Heart Hospital.

This is a charitable hospital founded by Lu Bohong, a leader of Chinese businessmen in Shanghai. Its predecessor was the Medical Bureau established by Lu Bohong, which specialized in providing medical treatment to civilians.

Over the years, Sacred Heart Hospital has continued to expand and has become one of the best hospitals in Shanghai.

That morning, Zhang Nianyue came to the Sacred Heart Hospital alone. She looked up at the church-like building and a smile appeared on her face.

Bao Guowei knew that she had been feeling unwell recently, but Zhang Nianyue had been putting it off and not coming to see her, which made her have some guesses in her mind.

Mr. Lu Bohong of the Sacred Heart Hospital is good friends with Bao Guowei. The former is the Chinese director of the Shanghai French Concession Municipal Council. He is also a Shanghai industrial tycoon with countless industries under his control.

Bao Guowei often had many novel ideas, and was also popular among foreigners, so Lu Bohong took the initiative to make friends with him, and the relationship between the two was pretty good.

Through this relationship, Zhang Nianyue easily made an appointment with the best doctor at Sacred Heart Hospital.

Mary, a blonde foreign doctor with blue eyes, looked at the report in her hand, smiled and said to Zhang Nianyue.

"Dear Miss Zhang, do you know what happened to your body?"

There were fewer female doctors in this era, but there happened to be one at Sacred Heart Hospital.

Zhang Nianyue nodded and said, "I have some guesses."

Dr. Mary looked around and said with some confusion.

"Your family isn't with you?"

Zhang Nianyue said a little embarrassedly: "My husband is in Shanghai, but he has been out for a while. I think he will be back in two days."

Dr. Mary showed an envious expression on her face. She obviously knew Zhang Nianyue's identity.

"Mr. Bao is an extremely outstanding man. His contribution to modern medicine is almost unmatched. Miss Zhang, you are very lucky."

"Thank you."

Zhang Nianyue nodded politely. She was a little flattered. This was the first time she used Bao Guowei's identity to exercise "privileges". Judging from the hospitality when she came in, the Sacred Heart Hospital seemed to be a little too enthusiastic.

Looking at the report in the other person's hand, she couldn't help asking.

"So. Dr. Mary I."

His eyes were full of anticipation.

Doctor Mary smiled, handed the report to Zhang Nianyue and said, "Your guess is right. Soon you and Mr. Bao will have your own little angel."

When leaving the hospital, Zhang Nianyue stroked her belly and felt extremely happy.

Even when walking or riding in a car, Zhang Nianyue was afraid of bumping into the baby in her belly.

As early as a week ago, she felt something strange in her body.

Zhang Nianyue has been influenced by Zhang Taiyan since she was a child and has also read many medical books. Although her medical skills are as poor as Zhang Taiyan's, she can still understand some symptoms of female pregnancy.

She deliberately hid it from Bao Guowei, just wanting to give him a surprise.

Now that the hospital report is out, Zhang Nianyue began to imagine in her heart, how surprised Bao Guowei would be when he heard the news?
On the way back to the door of her house, Zhang Nianyue saw from afar a gentleman in a long gown standing at the door of her house, motionless.

She was startled and frowned, and it took her a long time to recognize the other person.

This sloppy gentleman who looked like a homeless person turned out to be Bao Guowei’s good friend, Mr. Lin Yutang.

"Mr. Linlin?" Zhang Nianyue greeted him tentatively. "Why did you become like this?"

She looked Lin Yutang up and down. He had an untidy beard, disheveled hair, and a dirty gown. He looked like a homeless person on the street.

In Zhang Nianyue's impression, Lin Yutang is a gentleman who loves cleanliness very much and always keeps himself neat and tidy every day.

But now. What happened?
Zhang Nianyue instinctively realized that something had happened. She had a bad feeling in her heart and said while gritting her teeth.

"Mr. Lin, is there something wrong? You can tell me."

Lin Yutang's eyes were like two bubbles, and he spoke with his lips trembling.

"Ms. Zhang Zhang, Bingwen is in trouble."

"what?"

Zhang Nianyue’s eyes suddenly widened. She had imagined countless major events in her mind, but she had never thought that something would happen to Bao Guowei.

Lin Yutang beat his chest and stamped his feet. Even though he didn't want to, he knew that Zhang Nianyue must know about this matter.

He said in a hoarse voice.

"Today, we received news from the charity performance group that Bingwen was attacked and shot four times. I'm afraid he has already..."

With a snap.

The bag of pregnancy-preserving medicine that Zhang Nianyue brought back from the hospital fell to the ground, and the medicinal ingredients were scattered all over the floor.

Weixiangli in the French Concession.

Sanxin Company.

The Green Gang's headquarters was established here, and in the early years it was one of the important bases for the opium trade in the French Concession.

In recent years, Du Yuesheng has reduced his opium business, but Sanxin Company is still one of the places where the Green Gang handles important affairs.

That day, Du Yuesheng walked into the company building with a grim look on his face. His capable subordinate Guo Si immediately came up to him and whispered in Du Yuesheng's ear.

"Master, we have captured the thief who assassinated Mr. Bingwen. The assailant was shot dead on the spot by Mr. Bingwen's guards. This person was the one who plotted behind the scenes."

Since learning that Bao Guowei was assassinated, Du Yuesheng issued a hunting order in the underground world, offering a reward for the mastermind behind the murder of Bao Guowei!
"where?"

Du Yuesheng's face turned blue and his expression was as gloomy as if he was the King of Hell who was taking his life.

Guo Si was stunned. The last time he saw his master like this was almost many years ago. At that time, he was still fighting in the underworld with Du Yuesheng.

He quickly bowed and replied, "In the secret room, the brothers are interrogating them. Please follow me."

The two of them changed direction and headed towards the basement deep inside the company, passing through countless doors.

During this period, Guo Si also mentioned to Du Yuesheng: "Marshal Zhang Xueliang of the Fengtian clique in the north has issued a special reward to severely punish the murderer, and Chiang Kai-shek has also issued a telegram demanding a thorough investigation of the case.

Now, a week has passed since the incident, and Mr. Bingwen's life or death is still unknown. The anger of all sectors of society has reached its peak."

"Hmph! Since ancient times, no one has ever attacked people who provide relief and charity. The murderer has committed a heinous crime. Even we, the people of the underworld, would never do such a dirty thing!" Du Yuesheng said angrily.

He realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly suppressed it and let out a breath.

"How is Bingwen doing now?"

Guo Si answered truthfully: "Mr. Bingwen was shot four times and is now secretly recuperating in the Sacred Heart Hospital in the French Concession. His life has been saved, but he has not woken up yet."

Du Yuesheng's eyes suddenly became extremely terrifying, and he said in a low voice: "Block the news that Bingwen is in Sacred Heart Hospital, don't let anyone know!"

The murderer behind the scenes has not been found out yet.

Du Yuesheng even had an idea that the murderer was either Chiang Kai-shek or the Japanese. These two forces were the ones who wanted Bao Guowei dead the most, and the probability of the latter seemed to be greater.

Concealing Bao Guowei's whereabouts is to prevent the murderer from planning to strike again after knowing that Bao Guowei is not dead.

Guo Si nodded and said, "Master, don't worry. Lu Bohong of Sacred Heart Hospital has a good relationship with Mr. Bingwen. He will help to conceal this news."

Du Yuesheng nodded, and then his eyes became cold again.

He said in a cold voice: "Let's go see the murderer."

Guo Si followed Du Yuesheng closely, and seeing the aura emanating from his master, he knew that this time, his master was really angry.

The interrogation methods of the Qing Gang are ten thousand times more vicious than those of the Nationalist police station.

The murderer who planned the assassination will probably regret coming into this world.

(End of this chapter)