Restarting life by going to the countryside to support medical work

Chapter 37 Cutting the Trouble with a Quick Sword

Just now, his leader criticized him on the phone.

It's been two days, but the people haven't been properly arranged. How can people still live in those dangerous houses? Who will be held responsible if something goes wrong?

The carton factory is an enterprise run by the street committee. It has stopped operations now and the factory building is empty. There is absolutely no problem arranging accommodation for over a hundred or eighty people inside. Although it would certainly be a bit inconvenient for four families to live inside and it would be a bit cold in winter, this is the only solution.

Deputy Director Meng took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. When he heard the director's arrangement, he hurriedly agreed.

Cut the Gordian knot, some work has to be done this way.

He has already thought about it. If the Qian family and the Yang family are not satisfied, then he will exchange with one of the other four families. The factory is spacious, and it depends on whether you are willing to live there.

As for the Cai family...

Cai Fangchao and his wife Fu Xiuli were standing in the small conference room of their unit, accepting criticism from Comrade Lao Cai who had rushed over from Yangchao District.

Originally, whether to rent the room or not was just a matter of a phone call from Old Cai. After all, he was the deputy director of a branch of the Post Office, so he did have some connections.

But his daughter-in-law was happy when she was stubborn this morning. She was happy, but Director Liu was not. He went back and called the district.

Finally, when Lao Cai received the call from his superior, it had become an administrative order, which meant that he had to borrow the house.

In fact, after hearing what his son said in the morning, he knew that the room had been rented.

In his opinion, the housing issue was not a big deal. The East City Branch was submitting a report to build a residential building for family members, and his son and daughter-in-law would definitely be able to get one in the future. What annoyed him was that the young couple did not know how to behave.

Not only did he offend his neighbors in the same courtyard and the people in the neighborhood committee, but he also offended the leaders of the street office in the area.

It was originally a small matter, but just for the sake of venting my anger, I ended up offending everyone, and in the end it became a thankless task. What's the point?

……

Jin Wenning, who had been playing at Li Yancheng's place until around three in the afternoon, was stopped by Zhao Mingming, the third son of the Zhao family in the front yard, as soon as he entered the yard.

"Jin Wenning, go check it out. A few people just came and put up a sign at the door of Brother Dacheng's house."

"What brand?" Hearing Zhao Mingming's words, Jin Wen Ning couldn't help but quicken his pace and trotted through the second door into the inner courtyard.

"That's the contact point of the First Inspection Section of the Beijing Municipal Committee."

Zhao Mingming also followed over, and as soon as he stepped through the second door, he raised his hand and pointed towards the main house and said.

Jin Wenning had already seen it without him saying anything.

It was a not very big rectangular wooden sign, about 40 cm long and 30 cm wide. It looked very conspicuous. It was painted with white primer and the words were written in black paint. It was hung on the pillar next to the main door.

When Jin Wenning first saw the wooden sign, she was a little dazed, but she soon figured it out. This should be what Brother Dacheng got when he called.

"Jin Wenning, is Brother Dacheng going to move away?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Dacheng brother will not move away."

"Oh," Zhao Mingming nodded, not quite understanding, and quickly put the matter behind him, turning around and walking towards the front yard: "I'm going to play, Jin Wenning."

"Stop playing and make good use of your time to study."

"I've finished my studies. Bye." "Humph, you're kidding me. It's a miracle that you can study well."

Little Ningning made a face at Zhao Mingming's back and muttered.

……

Li Yancheng didn't know about the sign hanging on his door for the time being. After asking Jin Wenning to go back, he would see patients if there were any, and read a book or chat with colleagues who came to visit if there were no one. The afternoon passed quickly.

After having dinner in the cafeteria, I strolled in the yard for a while to digest the food, then went to the ward in the backyard for a walk, said hello to the nurse on duty in the ward, and returned to the clinic to continue studying.

There are no patients hospitalized in their internal medicine department now. Chinese New Year is coming soon, and even if there is no festive atmosphere, no one would want to spend it in the hospital if possible. Those who can be discharged have gone back.

At 8:20, Luo Yang arrived on time.

"Yancheng, I've had someone put up a sign at your house and have also informed the leaders of your district. I believe no one will dare to take your house in the future."

As soon as he entered the room, Luo Yang asked for credit.

Through the contact and conversation during the five days of treatment, the relationship between the two was no longer an ordinary doctor-patient relationship, otherwise Li Yancheng would not have thought of him first at that time.

"Hang a sign?" Li Yancheng was slightly stunned, and asked curiously: "What sign is it?"

"I have someone hang a sign on the door of the house you live in, which says our department's contact point. This means that we have requisitioned the house. If anyone still wants to take possession of it, they can come and ask for it from me."

"hehe"

Hearing him say this, Li Yancheng smiled and shook his head.

"Thank you, Luo Yang."

"You're welcome. It's just a piece of cake. It doesn't take much effort. The house is yours. It's not occupied by someone else."

Luo Yang has his own bottom line when doing things. Although he works in this unit, as can be heard from the name of the department, it is for internal use. What he hates most are those who use the power in their hands to bully others outside, and he will deal with them as soon as he finds one.

"By the way, Yancheng, is your neighbor Jin Zhihai currently working in the city bureau's special case team, the same one where the four of us were killed?"

"Yes"

"Do you know if there has been any progress in their work recently?"

"Uh... you're asking the wrong person. Although Zhihai and I have a good relationship, we don't talk about work when we chat together, especially since this case hasn't been solved yet. It should still be kept secret, right?
Why do you think of asking me this?"

Seeing that the time was almost up, Li Yancheng pointed to the bed in the room and motioned Luo Yang to lie down on it, while using alcohol cotton to disinfect the acupuncture needle.

When she heard him asking about the case, she paused, turned her head and glanced at Luo Yang, who had taken off his coat and was about to lie down on the hospital bed.

"After all, the dead were our subordinates. Along with their deaths, a large sum of money also disappeared. Everyone from top to bottom is watching this case. If this case is not solved, many people will be in a panic and it will be difficult to carry out work."

Li Yancheng curled his lips and said nothing, thinking: That's because they did something bad. None of the people who are upright are panicking.

He didn't dare say this to anyone. He had just asked someone to help him solve a big problem. If he said this, wouldn't it be like he was eating someone's food and smashing their pot?

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Luo Yang seemed to have guessed what he was mumbling in his heart, and chuckled and said, "Yan Cheng, I know what you are thinking, but no matter how bad a person is, his crimes should be listed and handed over to the law for judgment. If everyone acts as a folk judge like this, who do you think will suffer in the end?"

(End of this chapter)