Restarting life by going to the countryside to support medical work

Chapter 372 Time Matters
At around nine o'clock in the morning on January 31st, Bai Congzhou, the son of Bai Lao, who had been carrying out special missions in the Northwest in recent years, finally boarded a special cargo plane and rushed back before Bai Lao's body completely collapsed.

His return also made Li Yancheng feel greatly relieved.

Last night at almost twelve o'clock, Mr. Bai had already fallen into a coma.

In nearly nine hours, he couldn't remember how many times he had rescued the old man lying on the hospital bed.

At around 1:00 a.m., the funeral committee had already been established. Everyone knew that the old man, who had held on for a while with the help of doctors, was really not going to be able to hold on this time.

Because everything had been prepared long ago, when the moment really came, many things were done in an orderly manner.

It was not until four o'clock in the morning, when everyone learned that Bai Congzhou had arrived at the airport as scheduled in the heavy snow and successfully boarded the cargo plane, that the pressure came to Li Yancheng again.

He had no other choice but to use all his strength once again to extend Bai Lao's life for a few more hours.

After being busy all night, he was already exhausted, but he did not notice that the experts in the expert group looked at him as if he were a monster.

"Old Liu, which hospital is that young man from? Whose apprentice is he? How come I have never seen him or heard of him before? I have never seen his other medical skills, let alone his two rescues. Is that enough for him to join the health care team?

Where did you guys dig out this treasure from?"

The person who spoke was a surgical expert who came from Shanghai. He happened to be attending a meeting in Beijing these two days. He was resting in the early morning, but was called over by the leader of the health care team.

At this moment, he was looking at the old man who had been temporarily rescued on the hospital bed. He was shocked beyond words. He pulled Director Liu beside him out of the ward and asked anxiously.

"Do you believe me when I say he's not a doctor?"

"What? Are you kidding? Although I don't know acupuncture, his acupuncture techniques are obviously the result of long-term practice, and..."

At this point, the expert from the Shanghai Stock Exchange paused and a strange look appeared on his face.

"Old Liu, how come I've never heard of your Chinese medicine acupuncture being so effective in rescuing critically ill patients? I've never seen those Chinese medicine experts in our hospital participate in rescue operations either."

He didn't believe Director Liu's lies that the young man was not a doctor.

When Director Liu heard his question, a bitter smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

"Don't say you haven't seen it. Before him..." Director Liu raised his chin and gestured towards the ward.

"I've never seen one before him."

The expert from Shanghai raised his eyebrows and said nothing, waiting for his old friend to continue speaking, but Director Liu's next words made his eyes widen.

"I told you that he is not a doctor. This is the truth. I am not joking. The young man in the ward is now the chief of the pre-trial section of the Beijing Social Affairs Bureau.

You should have heard someone call him Chief Li just now, but he was indeed a doctor, and a Western medicine doctor at that.”

The eyes of the Shanghai expert are no longer wide open. If it weren't for the protection of his eye sockets, his eyeballs would have fallen to the ground.

"Head of the pre-trial department? A Western medicine doctor?"

While repeating these two nouns, he turned his head blankly and glanced at the ward behind him.

When he turned back, he said in astonishment, "Comrade Liu Changshun, how did you connect these two professions with the young man who used your traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture needles to save the patient?"

"This is the truth, I know it's hard for you to accept, but nothing I said was a joke.

He graduated from a technical secondary school and previously studied Western medicine at a medical college here. After graduation, he joined the army and worked in a field hospital for several years. After demobilization, he joined the First Hospital of Chengdong District as an internal medicine doctor. He was transferred to the Social Affairs Bureau two years ago.

When his grandfather was young, he learned Western medicine from the official Western Medicine Bureau of the Qing Dynasty. Medical students at that time would also learn some basic Chinese medicine.

But I think that Section Chief Li did not learn the traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture from his grandfather. The old man who has passed away did not have such advanced traditional Chinese medicine skills. He must have inherited it from another source.

Lao Cao, you should have heard about the cancer research project that our main hospital has been cooperating with several other hospitals in Beijing these days, right? "

"Of course I heard about it. I heard Director Yu Jialiang of the Department of Surgery of Peking Union Medical College mentioned it. I was planning to go to your main hospital to check out the details after the meeting tomorrow.

I heard from Director Yu that the treatment effect of the first batch of 15 patients was quite good, but he did not tell me in detail how it was so good. "

Seeing that Director Liu suddenly changed the topic, Lao Cao, the expert from the Shanghai Stock Exchange, also followed suit and talked about the same thing.

As for the people from the Social Affairs Bureau, even though he was an expert with a rather detached status, he was unwilling to deal with them unless there was something important.

"Here..." In response to Lao Cao's question, Director Liu raised his chin and gestured inside the ward.

"The main force cooperating with us is inside. You just met him. He is being talked about.

In fact, rather than saying that we set up a cancer research project, it would be better to say that we are studying his medical skills.”

Lao Cao was stunned.

Of course he knew who his old friend was talking about.

This time he wasn't even surprised. After a moment of silence, he just sighed deeply.

"In that case, why don't you transfer him to the main hospital or another hospital? Like I said just now, with his ability to rescue critically ill patients, he is more than qualified to join the health care team."

"Haha, do you think I don't want to? I can't do it."

"The Social Affairs Bureau won't release him or is it that Section Chief Li doesn't want to go?"

"Neither, but we can't even get past the Security Committee."

"What do you mean?" Lao Cao felt a little confused.

That young man is just a section chief. Does adjusting his work require the approval of the Safety Committee?
"Don't underestimate him because he's young. He's an interrogation expert of the Security Committee. Okay, Lao Cao, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go in and take a look.

Let's see if our Section Chief Li can turn the tide and fulfill Mr. Bai's last wish."

Expert Cao from Shanghai followed Director Liu back into the ward in a daze.

Just as they walked into the ward, a staff member rushed in from outside.

"I just received a phone call informing me that the plane that Captain Bai was on has arrived at Nanyuan Airport."

It was nine o'clock in the morning on January 31st. Nanyuan Airport was only a dozen kilometers away from the Public Security Hospital. We were finally there.

After hearing what the staff member said, Li Yancheng, who was standing beside the bed, reached out and grabbed the wrist of Bai Lao, who was already in a coma, and took his pulse again.

Following his actions, the ward, which had been a little noisy, quickly became quiet.

"Chief Li, my father..."

After a full five minutes, Bai Guifen, who was standing on the other side, asked hurriedly when she saw Li Yancheng let go of his father's wrist.

"We can definitely hold on until Captain Bai comes back, but whether we can wake the old man up by then depends on luck. I'm not sure."

"Lao Liu, what did he say? Awaken? What does that mean?"

The Shanghai expert, Lao Cao, seemed to have heard something extraordinary. He bent his elbow and nudged Director Liu beside him and asked softly.

"That's what you understand. Otherwise, why go through so much trouble?"

Lao Cao was too tired to complain. What a joke! Since he arrived here in the early morning, he had witnessed at least four resuscitation operations due to cardiac arrest, and the longest one lasted about three minutes.

This has definitely caused irreversible damage to the brain. Now you tell me you are going to wake the person up? This... how is this possible?

He had been studying medicine for nearly fifty years and had never heard of such a thing. This had a greater impact on him than watching Li Yancheng using acupuncture needles to save patients.

An even more violent attack occurred when Bai Congzhou, dressed in military uniform, rushed in from outside.

He saw with his own eyes that Li Yancheng used only four needles to wake up the old man on the hospital bed from a coma, and that he was able to recognize people and speak, although his words were a little vague.

Lao Cao's mouth opened wide and couldn't close anymore.

The scene before his eyes directly reshaped his understanding of traditional Chinese medicine.

"The old man only has less than ten minutes left. There will be no need to rescue him after that time is up."

Seeing that Mr. Bai had regained consciousness and shed tears after seeing his son, Li Yancheng gave him some instructions and walked out of the ward.

Let’s leave the last bit of time to the Bai family.

At this time, other medical staff in the ward, as well as experts and office staff, also followed him out.

"Thank you, Chief Li! Thank you for fulfilling my uncle's wish."

After walking out of the ward, Li Yancheng just took out a cigarette and lit it for himself when he heard a voice of thanks from behind him.

Turning around, I saw that it was the youngest son of Mr. Bai's younger brother, named Bai Congchu. He was in his forties and worked in the Second Ministry of Machine Building as a middle-level cadre.

Seeing that it was him, Li Yancheng smiled and nodded: "You're welcome, Director Bai. I should thank your family for their unconditional trust in me. If it weren't for your trust, I wouldn't be able to sit here."

He was not saying this casually. Sometimes the trust of patients and their families in doctors is really important, especially for someone like him.

Hearing him say this, Bai Congchu smiled and didn't say any more words of thanks. Instead, he talked about what happened the night before.

"Chief Li, I wasn't in the hospital the night before yesterday. I only heard about what happened yesterday morning. If there's anything you need our help with, just let me know."

"I will."

As soon as Li Yancheng finished speaking, several suppressed cries were suddenly heard in the ward.

The crying made Bai Congchu, who was about to speak, stunned. He didn't have time to say anything. Without even saying hello, he turned around and walked quickly into the ward.

"Oh..." Hearing the crying, Li Yancheng sighed with a depressed mood. After looking up at the gloomy sky, he walked towards the archway of the inpatient area.

Mr. Bai's funeral arrangements were handled by the funeral committee. He had been the attending physician for nearly a month and had successfully completed the task. He could finally retire.

Not only him, but several other experts who arrived in the middle of the night also walked out of the inpatient area in silence after hearing the crying coming from the ward.

They are no longer needed here. If you want to pay your respects, you have to wait until the funeral ceremony is held.

……

At this time, the Second Criminal Investigation Division of the Municipal Bureau had just finished a case summary meeting. Jin Zhihai and his team members walked into the large office of their group while discussing the content of the meeting.

"Jingle Bell……"

As soon as he walked into the office, the phone on the desk rang. Jin Zhihai hurriedly walked over to answer the call.

"Hello, this is the Second Criminal Investigation Division."

"Hello, who is this? This is the laboratory."

"Uh... Director Duan, right? I'm Jin Zhihai." "Hello, Deputy Team Leader Jin. I just happened to be looking for you. The black particles found in the footprints that you sent us have been tested and their composition has been revealed."

"Director Duan, what is that?" Jin Zhihai on the other end of the phone asked impatiently.

"coal"

"coal?"

"Yes, the black particles you sent for testing are coal slag. I just contacted the Coal Research Institute and based on the composition found in the test, it is a type of industrial coal.

The coal research institute can also find out which mine the coal was mined based on its composition, but this takes some time.

Once we find out where the mining site is, you can go to the Coal Bureau to check which companies in our city are using the coal from that mine, and that way we can narrow down the scope of the investigation."

What came over the phone made Jin Zhihai clench his fists.

"Thank you, Director Duan!"

"You're welcome. If there's a reply from the Coal Research Institute, I'll let you know as soon as possible."

"Okay, I'm waiting for your good news."

After hanging up the phone, team leader Lu Fangyang walked in from outside. Jin Zhihai quickly reported the news to the team leader.

"This gunman is most likely... a boiler operator? And he's a production boiler operator in a factory."

"It's very likely. At least he can get in touch with it."

……

Just when they had made some discoveries, the gunman, Erqiang's brother Daqiang, returned home from his night shift. He couldn't sleep because something was on his mind, so he simply took the pair of cotton shoes he had been wearing for the past two days to the sink in the yard and prepared to wash them.

Suddenly, some debris that was washed into the sink by the current caught his attention.

He turned his shoes over and saw that there were still a lot of them underneath, so he used his hands to pick off the ones that had not fallen off.

After just two taps, he suddenly realized something, stuffed his hands into his shoes, and made a few walking movements on the sink.

Looking at the debris that fell because of his actions, his face suddenly became gloomy.

Looking at the debris in the sink, he knew that he might have left clues for the police.

He knew that footprints were left at the scene, but he was also very clear that it was almost impossible to identify a person based on just one footprint in Beijing, a city with a population of several million.

But if this footprint contains some clues that can lead to his occupation, then it would be much easier to track him down.

Not only did he see the debris that had fallen from the soles of his shoes, he also saw the mark left by his right foot when he had been shoveling coal with the shovel for many years.

Unwilling to give up, Daqiang took his shoes and walked to the wall, found a piece of softer soil, and pressed hard on it.

When he picked up the shoe, there was a very clear sole print left on the ground.

Looking at the obvious mark on the sole and the few fallen debris, his heart sank.

After squatting there and staring blankly for a long time, Daqiang suddenly became a little angry and threw his shoes against the wall.

"boom"

He knew exactly what this meant.

Are you betting that the police didn’t notice it? Or did they notice it but didn’t care?

Haha, he felt that it would be better to bet that all the police were idiots.

He knew very well what the shots he fired the night before meant.

That means he challenged two violent law enforcement agencies, the Beijing Social Affairs Bureau and the Public Security Bureau.

Those people will never let him go. They will investigate thoroughly any clues they find. How could they miss any clues?

He doesn't know it yet, but the law enforcement agencies in the army are also looking for him.

But he did think that people in the underworld must be looking for him.

He didn't care about the latter at all because he didn't deal with those people at all.

Trying to find him through those people is nothing but a pipe dream.

But what about my younger brother?

Daqiang's mind raced as he thought about his younger brother.

Because my younger brother has other tasks, he often needs to go to the ghost market. Although he has always tried his best to avoid dealing with those local bullies, it is inevitable that he will be seen by others.

Those people on the road...

Just as he thought of this, he suddenly woke up. Now was not the time to think about that. The most urgent thing was how he should pass this level.

His eyes fell on the cotton shoe he had just thrown away.

He didn't dare to underestimate the police's ability to solve cases, especially what he did.

Without even thinking about it, he dared to bet that all the crime-solving experts in Beijing must have rushed into this case.

Now, two nights and one day have passed since he fired the shot, and he definitely doesn't have much time left.

He must come up with a foolproof plan as soon as possible.

His legs felt a little uncomfortable after squatting for a long time, so Hou Daqiang stood up with his hands on his knees, turned around, pulled a small stool from under the eaves, and sat down again where he had been squatting.

During this time, his eyes were fixed on the wet cotton shoes that he had thrown against the wall and then fell to the ground.

After sitting down, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. After exhaling the cigarette in his mouth, he frowned tightly.

He found that he seemed to be completely powerless and could only wait passively.

Unless you run!
Where can I run?
It's not like he had never thought about leaving Beijing with his brother and his family, finding a place where the organization couldn't find them, and living a quiet life as an ordinary person.

But he knew very well that he couldn't do it at all.

He was not afraid of death, as he and his brother had already prepared themselves mentally.

But what they can't let go of are their wives and children.

Thinking of this, he shook his head slightly with a bitter look on his face. What the instructor who trained them back then said was indeed true. People like them should not think about getting married and having children.

If there were only him and his brother in this family, everything would be easy, but now...

Ugh……

After sighing leisurely, he raised his hand and took out a piece of letter paper from his pocket.

The reason why he was in a bad mood today and couldn't sleep after working all night was because of the content on this piece of letter.

This is what he took from the secret mailbox after get off work this morning.

It was left behind by the mysterious boss he and his brother.

There wasn't much content on the letter, just two points. The first, of course, was a criticism of him for making too much noise.

There is no need to criticize him. He himself knew that he had indeed messed up. If the task had been completed, it would have been fine. The key point is that not only was the task not completed, but the fuss was too big.

The second point on the letter was what made him annoyed. This task, which originally had no time limit, suddenly had a time limit added to it.

Today is the last day of January. The letter states that it must be completed before February 10th, otherwise...

Otherwise, even if the letter didn't say anything, Hou Daqiang knew it very well.

The reason why he and his brother have been controlled and willingly worked for that organization is because they threatened the lives of their wives and children.

Ugh……

Hou Daqiang sighed again, put the cigarette in his mouth, took out a match and burned the piece of letter paper. After watching it all burn to ashes, he raised his foot to crush the ashes completely and then blew them away.

Limited time? Ten days?

Haha! He smiled coldly.

It’s not certain whether you can survive these ten days.

It’s really not certain whether he can survive more than ten days.

Knowing the composition of the coal slag, the Coal Research Institute found out in just a few hours that the coal slag came from a coal mine in Xishan Province.

Then, with the cooperation of the Coal Bureau, we quickly found out which factories in the city were using this type of coal.

Immediately afterwards, the Municipal Bureau issued an order to the county (branch) bureaus where these factories were located to send police officers to investigate the situation. This of course included freight stations, warehouses under the Coal Bureau that stored coal, and the Wen Chong Enamel Factory.

The police had all the personal information in their hands, and it was only a matter of time before they found his way back to him.

At noon that day, Zhu Yongyang came to the Operations Unit 1 with the information his brothers had found.

When he came over, Li Yancheng was also here.

With the passing of Mr. Bai, his work at the Public Security Hospital came to an end. As for the project he was cooperating on with the General Hospital, he would drive to the General Hospital when it was time to treat the patients.

Now that he had finished all his work at the Public Security Hospital, he naturally returned to the department.

Zhu Yongyang came running over just after lunch.

"Yancheng, are you okay?"

"Look, it's standing right in front of you, full of life." Li Yancheng smiled and opened his arms to gesture.

"How's it going, Lao Zhu, have you found anything?"

"We found some information about Shen Wen. It's very vague, but what is certain is that he seems to be helping others with something. It's unclear what exactly he is doing."

Zhu Yongyang certainly couldn't go to the Intermediate Court, so Li Yancheng took him to the small meeting room in the front yard and called Lao Xu who was at home.

(End of this chapter)