Restarting life by going to the countryside to support medical work

Chapter 347 Resign yourself to fate
It was nearly ten o'clock at night, in the ward arranged for Mr. Bai in the Public Security Hospital.

Li Yancheng reached out and removed the several long needles that were stuck in Bai Lao's chest, and placed them on the tray held by the nurse beside him. The first treatment was over.

No, to be precise, it should be the end of the first "hanging life".

The first treatment was when I first arrived.

After placing the long needle into the tray, Li Yancheng reached out and felt the patient's pulse again. After a moment, he withdrew his hand with a slightly serious expression and looked up at Bai Guifen, who had been standing anxiously on the other side of the bed.

Seeing him raise his head, Director Liu, who had not left yet, took a step forward and reached out to touch Mr. Bai's wrist.

Seeing this, Li Yancheng took two steps to the side to make it more convenient for him, and also took this opportunity to organize his words in his mind.

"what!"

Just after one or two seconds, Director Liu made a sound of surprise.

As his voice rang out, everyone who had originally set their eyes on Li Yancheng's face unconsciously looked over.

Director Liu's face was filled with obvious surprise.

Li Yancheng also turned his head and glanced, then quickly looked at Bai Guifen again, cleared his throat and prepared to speak.

He knew why Director Liu was surprised. He simply felt a very strong pulse, which was not as weak as before. If he didn't pay attention and use some strength in his hands, he could hardly feel it.

But this strength is not a good thing. To put it bluntly, it is a last-ditch effort before death, overdrawing the last bit of life force.

What Li Yancheng needs to do is to delay this last burst of light as long as possible.

"Auntie Bai"

"Chief Li"

"The old man's condition is very bad. The next two days are very important. If he can survive these two days, then I am certain that he can survive for half a month."

Today is the 12th, which basically means the end of the month.

"I have no confidence in half a month. I can only leave it to fate. Have you contacted the unit your brother is in?"

Li Yancheng's words made Bai Guifen's face darken. She nodded with a bitter look and said, "The troops have been contacted, but my brother's squad is carrying out a mission. If everything goes well, it will take ten days at the earliest to return to the camp."

The earliest we can get back to camp is ten days?
Li Yancheng shook his head in his heart and turned to look at Old Bai, who was lying on the hospital bed, skinny as a bag of bones, weighing only 60 pounds and currently in a coma.

He really wanted to do more for this old man who had worked for the country and the people all his life, but human power is ultimately limited.

It's not just this old man Bai, but also other old men.

Those people are old now and their physical condition will become worse and worse.

After the meeting, I said: If you don’t leave, I can’t leave either.

How sad and helpless it is.

These elderly people will gradually pass away in the next few years, and Li Yancheng knows that he does not have the ability to make all of them live to be a hundred years old.

But I also want to do my part to help these elderly people get a closer look at the future of China.

Let them see whether the China built by their descendants is the China in their hearts.

It was because of this idea that Li Yancheng showed off his skills a little bit on Meng Lan, who had already been given a death notice by experts.

He hopes that his medical skills can be noticed by those in the health care team.

Bai Lao was the first one. After a long journey of thousands of miles, he finally took the first step.

He had no plans to change careers, and he would definitely not give up his job at the Social Affairs Bureau.

He found that he now liked this kind of tense and exciting job more and more.

He also wanted his children to have something to brag about when they grow up and play with other kids, saying, "My dad has so many medals of achievement that he can't wear them all on his chest!"
It’s so exciting just thinking about it!
"Aunt Bai, after half a month, I can only say that I will try my best."

"Thank you, thank you Yancheng."

Director Du's eyes were full of surprise at this moment.

As Mr. Bai's attending physician, he understands his physical condition better than anyone else.

In his opinion, it was a miracle that he was able to be saved in their hospital just now. He did not expect that Section Chief Li would dare to guarantee that as long as he could survive these two days, he could live another half a month.

It was the first time he heard a doctor dare to make such a promise. He was nervous but also deeply impressed.

At the same time, he felt a little sad, thinking that this time he was lucky enough to get a dead mouse.

After all, it was he who recommended Li Yancheng to Bai Guifen. Therefore, the longer Mr. Bai lives, the more it proves that he has good vision.

At this time, Director Liu had already withdrawn his hand from taking the patient's pulse, and walked out of the ward holding Li Yancheng's arm, with a look of reluctance on his face.

"Come on, Chief Li, tell me what those acupuncture points you just pierced mean. I don't quite understand."

"Hey, Director Liu, please don't worry. Aunt Bai, I have a patient over there. Elder Bai should have nothing to do tonight. You should rest if you need to. If there is any emergency, please send someone to our building to call me. I'm always here."

"it is good"

……

At the same time, at the gate of Yangchao Hospital in Yangchao District, there was a figure limping towards the gate under the light of the street lamp.

After entering the gate, the figure walked towards the guard room, shouting as he walked: "Old Guan, Old Guan..."

"Hey, Old Sun, you're back!"

As a response came from the house, the lame man had already lifted the door curtain and walked in.

"Thank you, old man. Please help me for a day."

Inside the guard room, an old man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties was sitting on an armchair beside the stove, smiling at the lame man who walked in.

The two looked about the same age.

"You're welcome. How about meeting an old friend, Old Sun?"

"Yes, well... at our age, seeing each other once is one less time."

Lame Old Sun spoke with emotion as he walked to the table under the window, bent down, picked up the thermos under the table, and filled the pot on the table with water.

He didn't mind the heat and just gulped down several mouthfuls of the drink.

The old steward who was sitting in the armchair also stood up by holding the armrest of the chair, chatted with Old Sun who had just come in for a few more words, and then walked out of the guard room.

Outside the door, watching the old butler walking towards the back of the hospital, Lao Sun took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for himself, then turned back to look at the clock on the wall inside the room. It was already ten o'clock.

He walked over and closed the main door and bolted it, leaving only a small door next to it open.

After closing the door, Lao Sun limped back to the guard room, stood under the eaves, smoking a cigarette, staring ahead with empty eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

He finished the cigarette in his hand, threw the butt on the ground and stomped it out with his foot, then looked back at the back of the hospital and then outside the small door. Then he lifted the curtain and walked in, closing the door behind him.

After entering the house, he first picked up the kettle on the stove and looked into the stove. Seeing that there was no need to add coal, he put the kettle back on the stove, then walked to the window, held the table with both hands and looked outside again.

Just like that, he stood there motionless for more than ten minutes before he sighed slowly, reached out to close the curtains, turned around, walked to the small bed against the wall, and sat down on it.

After sitting on the bed, Lao Sun raised his arm and unbuttoned his cotton coat. He reached his hand into the coat and quickly pulled it out, but when he came out again, there was something extra in his hand.

It was a black towel wrapped in something, and as he moved, the thing wrapped in the towel made a series of not very obvious metallic collision sounds.

Old Sun did not rush to open the towel. Instead, he stretched out his other free hand, pulled out a small cloth bag from under the mattress on the bed and placed it on his legs.

Only then did he untie the knot on the towel, pour the things wrapped in it onto the bed, and then threw the black towel to the ground with a look of disgust.

The pile of things lying on the bed was shining with golden light under the light of the light bulb in the room. It was a pile of golden beans exactly the same as the ones found at the scene of Huang Yang's death. There were about fifty or sixty of them.

Looking at the pile of golden beans, Lao Sun's face showed no expression of joy or sadness. He just picked up the cloth bag on his lap, opened the bag, then picked up one with his right hand and threw it into the bag.

"One... two... three... fifty-seven... fifty-eight... fifty..."

Seeing that there was only one golden bean left, Lao Sun frowned, poured all the golden beans in the bag onto the bed and started counting them again.

After counting only fifty-nine for three times, Old Sun's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes emitted a terrifying light.

"Why is there one less?"

After a while, Lao Sun looked at the last golden bean in his hand in a daze and said to himself.

"Did they not pick up all the pieces at that time? Or did they drop one along the way?"

Soon he shook his head again. The missing one definitely didn't fall along the way, but he clearly remembered that he had counted them when he picked them up. There were exactly sixty of them. Why was there one missing?

Thinking of this, he poured the gold beans in the cloth bag back onto the bed with some hopelessness, and counted them one by one once again.

When he counted to the end, no miracle happened, it was still fifty-nine. This time he finally gave up.

He knew that if nothing unexpected happened, he must have counted wrong because he was in a hurry at the scene at noon.

One fell on the scene!
Alas... Old Sun sighed somewhat melancholy.

This was troublesome. The police would definitely find out and would definitely focus their attention on it, although he was not worried that the police would be able to find out anything based on the golden bean.

But when he thought about how he had accidentally dropped one at the scene, he felt a little annoyed.

If one were to fall at the scene, would that leave any other traces that could be used to track me down?
Old Sun quickly began to review his actions at noon in his mind, recalling the details of the action bit by bit.

After about ten minutes, he slowly raised his right hand and looked at his fingers. He remembered that when he was picking up a golden bean, it got stuck in the crack of the brick and he couldn't get it out with his gloves on, so he took off his gloves and put them back on after getting the bean out.

In other words, there is a high possibility that I left fingerprints at the scene this time.

Looking at the five fingers of his right hand, he shook his head helplessly. This was really troublesome.

Which finger's fingerprint will be left behind?
After gesturing in the air with his right hand several times, he confirmed that the finger that might have left the fingerprint was either the thumb or the index finger.

After determining which finger it was, he tied the cloth bag containing the gold beans in his hand, put it in his pocket, and took out a cigarette from another pocket and lit it.

He didn't smoke either. After lighting a cigarette, he would reluctantly use the thumb and index finger of his right hand to put it out. Then he would light it again, put it out again, light it again, and put it out again, until the cigarette was wasted.

At this time, the thumb and index finger of his right hand had been burned and had blisters on them.

He stood up, walked to the table, opened the drawer, took a needle from the reel in the drawer, pricked the blister with the needle, and then tore off the two pieces of skin with a gnashing mouth.

He took out another piece of white tape from the drawer, tore off a piece from the top and wrapped it around his thumb, then tore off another piece and wrapped it around his index finger, and then tore off another piece and wrapped it around his middle finger.

Looking at his right hand which was trembling slightly due to the pain, Lao Sun smiled bitterly.

He needed to do this for a long time afterwards. As soon as his two fingers recovered, he would twist the cigarette butts until the fingerprints on the two fingers were completely destroyed.

There's no other way. I'll just take it as a punishment for my carelessness today.

After packing up everything, Lao Sun limped to the door, opened it and walked out. He felt that only the cold wind outside could keep his mind clear so that he could think about some problems better.

Old Sun’s full name is Sun Quanxi. He is 57 years old this year and looks older than his actual age.

Yangchao Hospital was built in 1958, and that year he and his wife were assigned to guard the gate and clean the hospital.

This job was introduced by the Street Office to take care of the couple, both of whom have poor legs and feet and have no children.

His wife is no longer with us. She passed away four years ago. The old housekeeper just now was the one who took over after his wife passed away. He is also a lonely old man. It is definitely too busy for him to guard the door and clean the house by himself.

Or, to be more accurate, his wife was murdered.

Sun Quanxi and his wife were actually both undercover agents left over from the time of liberation.

The couple used to work in Yishun, which was directly under the jurisdiction of Bac Ho Province at that time.

In 1948, Yishun was liberated. In fact, the couple were ordered by their superiors to lie low and wait for the right opportunity.

But Sun Quanxi and his wife were already tired of this precarious life, so they took their prepared identity documents and came to the house in Yangchao, which had also been prepared in advance, and started their new life.

Both husband and wife are disabled? Not possible!

That was something they deliberately fabricated in order to get rid of their previous identities. As for pretending to be disabled for more than ten years, it was not a big deal for people like them who had received special training.

It should be said that Sun Quanxi and his wife's wish to live a stable life was realized. Since they came here in early 1949, they have been living a stable life like ordinary people.

They were so safe and secure that they even forgot their past identities.

Perhaps the biggest regret for the two is that they don’t have children of their own.

There was no other way around it. During her early years of training, Sun Quanxi's wife's body suffered great damage, which made it impossible for her to become pregnant for the rest of her life.

The peaceful life continued until four years ago, the 17th year after the founding of the People's Republic of China, when the appearance of a person shattered everything they had dreamed of.

The man and Sun Quanxi actually did not know each other, but he recognized Sun Quanxi's wife.

He was worried that his superiors had sent him as a special envoy, but he was unable to contact the person he was supposed to contact. He had to find a way to cause sabotage by himself, and he only had one month, so he didn't know how to start.

After accidentally seeing Sun Quanxi's wife and recognizing who she was, the special envoy immediately came up with a plan.

Sun Quanxi's wife is called Yang Fang, a very ordinary name.

When an old acquaintance came to her house, Yang Fang made a mistake. She did not tell her husband about it. She thought she could handle the matter herself.

But she overestimated her own skills and underestimated other people's reaction speed. After luring the special envoy to her home, she failed to kill him and was killed instead.

Of course, Sun Quanxi's attention was drawn to his wife's strange behavior during those two days. That day, his wife said she had to go home for something, so he followed her.

But no matter how hard he tried, he was still a step too late. When he quietly arrived home, he saw his wife lying on the ground unconscious. Without even thinking, he took out a knife and slashed the special envoy's neck from behind.

At this time, Yang Fang was still alive. She told her husband the specific reason of the incident, but closed her eyes before she finished speaking.

Since the dead cannot be resurrected, Sun Quanxi suppressed his grief and secretly transported his wife's body back to the hospital that night, disguised it as a sudden death of illness, and cremated it in a hurry.

Then he stripped the special envoy's body, transported it to a remote place in Tong County and dumped it there.

That bag of golden beans was brought by this special envoy.

This thing was difficult to deal with, so Sun Quanxi kept it and placed it in the home outside the hospital.

The body of the special envoy was not discovered until more than half a month later. When it was discovered, his body had been eaten beyond recognition by some unknown animal and his face was completely unrecognizable.

It was possible that the guesthouse where he was staying might have noticed that their guest was missing, but unfortunately he had checked out of the room when he left that morning.

He was not from Beijing and his appearance could not be identified. After half a year of investigation by the Tong County Bureau, no clues could be found and the case had to be shelved.

The matter would have ended here. The wife was dead, but the living had to continue living.

In this way, Sun Quanxi lived alone for another four years, until the end of last year when he discovered that his house had been robbed.

It’s not a big deal if other things in the house are lost, as they are not valuable, but that bag of gold beans is a bit fatal.

He believed that the thief would definitely sell the gold beans, and he believed even more that if the thief dared to sell the gold beans, there was a 100% chance that he would be caught by the police.

By then he was exposed.

He had no choice but to embark on the journey of searching.

Just as he imagined, the thief went to the ghost market to inquire about the gold market the next day after stealing.

Sun Quanxi used his own method to find out Huang Yang's identity. He discovered that he had known Huang Yang's uncle before liberation.

The village where Huang Yang's grandmother lives is right next to the highway on the edge of Yishun County, which is very convenient.

After learning that Huang Yang was missing, he guessed that this guy might have gone back to his grandmother's home in Yishun, which led to today's trip.

Standing outside the guard room, Sun Quanxi lit another cigarette for himself. He was hesitating whether to go and take care of Huang Yang's father and sister's family.

He was a little worried about whether the guy would tell his father and sister.

After finishing a cigarette, he rejected his idea.

Sometimes the more you do, the more mistakes you make, and it may be too late to deal with Huang Yang's father and sister's family now.

He did not clean up the scene, and he believed that it would not be long before other people in the village discovered it and called the police. The police might have already gone there to investigate.

He decided to wait and see.

No matter what, it's his own life, and he doesn't want to do anything else.

The night gradually grew darker.

……

Director Liu and Director Du, two old men in their sixties, stayed with Li Yancheng until almost eleven o'clock before leaving.

If it weren't for his tough attitude, I believe these two old men would have planned to have a long talk with him all night long.

It's okay for him, but Directors Liu and Du are both over 60 years old. They are busy with work and worry all day long. If they have to stay up late or all night, their bodies can't withstand such hardship.

Not to mention what the other experts in the health care team are like, the attitudes of these two alone have changed Li Yancheng's perception of these experts a lot.

At least they are really considering the patients and not caring about their own face.

The fact that a sixty-year-old industry leader can humble himself and chase after someone younger than his grandson, asking him questions non-stop, speaks volumes about itself.

Li Yancheng did not hide anything and broke down what was passed down in his mind and told them about it.

Of course, not much can be covered in such a short period of one or two hours, but isn’t the learning of knowledge based on accumulation over time?

"Chief Li"

After seeing off the two experts, Li Yancheng had just turned from the gate of the Public Security Hospital back to the intersection of their Social Affairs Bureau's special building when a voice came from behind calling him.

When he turned around, he saw that the person who called him was a man in his thirties. If he remembered correctly, this man should be Bai Guifen's son-in-law, but he didn't know his name.

"Hello"

"Hello, Chief Li. Sorry to bother you. My name is Chen Jun. Mr. Bai is my wife's grandfather."

"Hello, Comrade Chen Jun." Li Yancheng smiled and shook hands with him.

"Is there any change in the situation over there, Mr. Bai?"

"No, no, I came to you just to talk to you about the old man's health condition."

Let’s talk about Mr. Bai’s physical condition?

Li Yancheng raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

If this person was Mr. Bai's grandson, grandson, or even nephew, he would be able to figure it out, but a grandson-in-law...

(End of this chapter)