Restarting life by going to the countryside to support medical work

Chapter 614 Discovery
Upon seeing this action, Lao Yao immediately understood its meaning, but he was still somewhat puzzled.

In his mind, those experts all worked in various hospitals, so how did someone who didn't work in a hospital suddenly appear?

"Is this expert only responsible for those people?"

"Yes and no." Vice Dean Tian shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "The expert I found is the Executive Deputy Director of the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau."

???

"The deputy director of the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau?" Old Yao was stunned for a long time before he finally spoke, somewhat incredulously.

"Yes," Vice Dean Tian nodded.

"Or a medical expert?"

"That's right, his medical skills are quite excellent. Before he was transferred to the position of deputy director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, he was the leader of our hospital's cancer research and treatment team."

Old Tian's mouth was so wide open that a goose egg could fit inside.

What the heck? The executive deputy director of the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau is at a high level, how come he's a medical expert?

Can a doctor really be a leader in such a specialized field?

Vice Dean Tian noticed the doubts in his comrade's mind, but he did not explain. Li Yancheng's multiple identities were already a secret, and he had already said enough. To say anything more would violate the principle of confidentiality.

So he raised his hand and patted Lao Yao's arm: "Don't overthink it, and don't ask. Even if you ask, I can't say much. Just know that the doctor who will see your mother-in-law tomorrow is not only an expert but also the deputy director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau."

"Uh... okay, I understand." Old Yao was slightly taken aback, but immediately understood Vice Dean Tian's implied meaning and nodded hastily.

He was also part of the system, and especially as a military representative at the research institute, he was naturally familiar with the confidentiality rules.

He realized that the expert his old comrade-in-arms was talking about must have other identities, so he stopped asking questions and instead started reminiscing with Lao Tian.

"Old Tian, ​​are you planning to stay at the main hospital from now on?"

"What else can we do but stay here?" Vice Dean Tian shook his head helplessly.

In fact, administrative cadres like him are not popular in highly specialized units like hospitals. He is currently the vice president of the main hospital in charge of administrative work, and it is basically impossible for him to get promoted here. His only option is to find a way to leave.

But getting out isn't that simple. Every position in every organization is one person per spot. If he goes there, someone else has to leave. Once you reach his level, if you want to transfer and get a good position, it's not something you can just do by talking.

"I also want to leave here. You've probably seen these past few days that as the vice president of administration, I don't have much say in the hospital. As for getting promoted, apart from the position of political commissar, I can forget about becoming the president. Sigh..."

Old Yao pursed his lips and sighed silently in his heart.

He himself was also worrying about his next move.

Compared to his comrade-in-arms Lao Tian, ​​who at least had an administrative rank, what exactly was he, this military representative stationed at the research institute?

"I heard that the higher-ups seem to be planning some reforms. If that's true, this might be our opportunity."

"Don't get your hopes up too high." Vice Dean Tian curled his lip: "Of course I know about the reforms you're talking about. Actually, it's not just an idea, but something that has already been discussed in several meetings."

"What did they say?" Old Yao knew very well that he was now at the grassroots level, and his sources of information were definitely not as good as his old comrades who had stayed in Beijing.

"There's no concrete information yet, but one thing is pretty much certain: layoffs and eliminations. Lao Yao, think about it: if layoffs and eliminations really happen, there will be even fewer positions available, and the chances of finding a suitable job will be even slimmer."

Vice President Tian's words silenced Old Yao. After a while, he said with some difficulty, "Sigh... If that's really the case, then it's better to change careers as soon as possible. Maybe you can find a good job."

"What you've said is one possible path, but if you were to change careers now, would you plan to stay there or go back to your hometown?"

"Who knows."

……

Lao Liu and the scarred man rode their bicycles to the place they had visited that afternoon: the east entrance of Meishan East Alley.

Because it was winter, even though it was only a little past seven or eight o'clock at night, there were already very few people on the road. It was freezing cold, and unless they had something absolutely necessary to do, few people would be willing to wander around outside in sub-zero temperatures.

From a distance, the two of them saw a black Hongqi sedan parked under a street lamp at the entrance of the alley.

Upon seeing a Hongqi parked on the side of the road, the two immediately slammed on the brakes and stopped.

"Uh... Lao... Lao Liu, is this... this car?"

The sixth man shook his head blankly: "I don't know either. The information they provided didn't say what kind of car it was. It only said that it would be parked on the side of the road at night. There's only this one car parked here, so... it should be his."

It's no wonder these two looked like they'd seen a ghost; the car parked there was simply too unexpected for them.

Both of them worked at the Second Textile Factory. The factory director was a county-level cadre who rode in a car called the 212. It wasn't a dedicated car; it was shared by several factory leaders. Deputy leaders only used it when there was no particular emergency.

These days, officials of this rank ride in cars of this class.

Further up the hierarchy, for example, deputy leaders at the district or city level ride in cars like GAZ or Lada, while provincial leaders only ride in Volga.

As for the Hongqi sedan, they had only ever seen it in newspapers and on television; perhaps the people who rode in it...

Today, a brand-new-looking Hongqi sedan was parked not far in front of them, and the owner of the car was very likely the target of their trouble-making. How could this not surprise them?

"Sixth Brother..." The scarred man swallowed hard and said, "Is there a mistake? Why don't we go to the west gate and take a look first?"

"Let's go, let's go see. That guy shouldn't be riding in this car, right?"

Unfortunately, the facts told them that their target seemed, probably, and very likely was the very Hongqi sedan they were riding in.

"Forget it, I'll come over tomorrow to keep an eye on things. You stay at the factory and focus on your work. It would be troublesome if you made a mistake."

After returning from the west entrance to the east entrance, Lao Liu looked at the Hongqi sedan parked by the roadside, thought for a moment, and then said...

Indeed, those who can ride in such a car are no ordinary people; their time is already limited, and making a mistake here would be a complete waste of their time.

Not only wasting time, but if they made a mistake, it could cause them even bigger trouble. So, Lao Liu decided it was better to play it safe.

...On Sunday, December 28th, at 8:30 a.m., after Lao Liu had been wandering around in the cold for an hour, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief after watching his target get into the black Hongqi sedan.

Although I don't know why that person was able to get into this kind of car, as long as it's confirmed to be this car, that's enough.

After silently repeating the license plate number to himself a few times, Lao Liu got on his bicycle and left.

The Hongqi sedan that Li Yancheng is currently riding in was a gift from a former superior. Of course, this was with the approval of the organization; otherwise, a government-allocated special vehicle wouldn't be so easily transferred.

Of the dozens of cars that the Cheng family originally donated to the Municipal Public Security Bureau, one Toyota Crown was specifically designated for him, and the request had already been approved. However, he declined it.

He felt that his Shanghai-plated sedan was perfectly fine and had no intention of changing cars. Moreover, even if he were to change cars, he never intended to drive a car meant for everyday life.

But somehow, the news that Li Yancheng refused to change cars reached the ears of that old leader.

The old leader, who was staying at the sanatorium, personally called him over. After he arrived, the old leader simply tossed the keys to his Hongqi sedan to Li Yancheng and told him that the car was now his, and he could just complete the formalities later.

This gave Li Yancheng a big fright.

That man's Hongqi sedan is a CA772, it's bulletproof, it's bulletproof.

He wouldn't dare to make this car his private vehicle, even though he had long coveted it. He wouldn't dare to do anything that would cross the line.

Unlike other places, Beijing enforces its explicit and implicit rules quite rigorously.

The Shanghai-plated car that was previously assigned to him already exceeded the standard, but because it was a reward designated by higher authorities, some people couldn't say anything even if they wanted to.

But if you switch to a higher-end car, there will be even more people gossiping.

This is also why he resolutely refused to replace the Toyota Crown that the Cheng family had specifically given him; it was simply too eye-catching.

If he were to do business in his private capacity, he would dare to drive not only a Crown, but even a Mercedes-Benz, as long as the source of the car was legal, all the fees were paid, and the procedures were compliant.

The problem is that he is not a businessman; he is a cadre, and a cadre of a relatively high rank, so he cannot do whatever he wants.

What if we switch to the Red Flag?
Li Yancheng could already imagine how envious some people would be.

So, as if he had been given a hot potato, he hurriedly returned the car keys to the old commander, refusing to take the car back no matter what.

The old leader was so angry he had no choice but to call the leaders at the Public Security Headquarters, who then came over.

Finally, with the approval documents and persuasion from the headquarters leaders, Li Yancheng reluctantly accepted the car, which is the one he is currently sitting in, while leaving his original Shanghai-plated sedan to the old leader.

Honestly, after sitting in this car, Li Yancheng felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life. From the moment he sat down, he decided that as long as this car could still be driven and run, he would not change it no matter what car he was given in the future.

Even if he can't drive it anymore in the future, he will still keep it as a collection.

"Wei Dong"

After starting the car, Li Yancheng glanced out the window and then called out.

"Director Li"

Guan Weidong, who was driving, glanced behind him in the rearview mirror, then turned his gaze back to the front, keeping an eye on the road while listening intently for his leader's next words.

"When you came out just now, did you notice that middle-aged man sitting on a bicycle across the street, with one leg on the ground?"

After hearing Li Yancheng's words, Guan Weidong frowned and thought carefully for a moment.

"Are you talking about that middle-aged man wearing a military green cotton overcoat, a gray earmuff cap, and a tan scarf around his mouth?"

"Yes, that's him."

“I noticed him just now. When you came out of the alley, he seemed to be glancing this way out of the corner of his eye.”

Guan Weidong paused here, his expression becoming very serious.

“I was just about to tell you, Director Li. I plan to contact the Social Affairs Bureau later and ask them to send more people. I suspect that person is very likely the one the Social Affairs Bureau sent over some time ago who wants to take action against you.”

"Um"

Li Yancheng simply responded and didn't say anything more. What he didn't say was that he felt the person didn't seem to be trained, but rather like a petty thug.

Never mind, everything will be clear after the person is arrested and interrogated.

He had faith in the Social Affairs Bureau's ability to act.

About a week ago, Xu Guishan, the director of the Beijing Municipal Bureau of Social Affairs, suddenly came to his door and told him that according to reliable sources, someone was going to cause him trouble, but he did not know the specific reason for it.

The exact time and number of people involved are unclear, and it's even unknown who exactly is causing him trouble. But since this rumor has surfaced, the social affairs bureau must be fully prepared and ready to respond accordingly.

To put it bluntly, it's still about using Li Yancheng as bait, and of course, he's willing to do it himself.

Yesterday afternoon, when Lao Liu and the scarred man were observing at the east entrance of Meishan East Alley, they had already fallen into the sights of the social affairs bureau officers who were lying in ambush nearby.

They came over again last night, and Lao Liu just wandered around here alone—all of this was under our control.

The identities of Lao Liu and the scarred man were also discovered overnight and placed on the desks of all the investigators in the Social Affairs Bureau.

It can be said that the two of them had now entered a stage of being closely monitored.

The Social Affairs Bureau was unsure if there were any other people who hadn't shown up, which was why they hadn't taken action. They planned to do everything in their power to protect Li Yancheng's safety while trying to catch bigger fish with a long-term strategy.

Meanwhile, Lao Liu and the scarred man were unaware that their every move was being monitored by the Social Affairs Bureau.

Li Yancheng left by car, and Lao Liu, having achieved his purpose for coming today, didn't stay any longer. He hopped on his bicycle and rode towards the Second Textile Factory, as he needed to get back to work.

No sooner had he left than Tian Linjun, the deputy director of the Social Affairs Bureau who had been lying in wait nearby, immediately sent two subordinates to follow him on bicycles.

He was actually a little suspicious. The sixth brother and the scarred man didn't seem like the people he usually dealt with.

(End of this chapter)