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Chapter 188, Section 187: The Final Result. Deepening the Relationship. Revealing the Purpose. How to Feign Illness.
Two days later, around 11 a.m., two familiar voices with heavy Northeastern accents came from the corridor of the county hospital.

The sound grew louder as it approached, penetrating the occasional coughs that echoed in the corridor and clearly reaching the ward.

Yang Guangming was sitting on a stool next to the hospital bed, peeling a somewhat wilted apple. Hearing the sound, he immediately stopped what he was doing and listened intently.

Yang Guangyao subconsciously straightened his uninjured upper body, which pulled on his injured leg, causing him to gasp for breath.

The two village officials arrived again, presumably indicating that the matter had been resolved. Thinking of this, Yang Guangyao's eyes instantly filled with tension and anticipation as he stared intently at the door.

Yang Xiangmei, who was bending down to tidy up the things on the bedside table, immediately stood up straight when she heard the sound. A hint of unease and anticipation flashed across her face as she quickly walked to the door and peered out through the small glass window in the door.

"They're here, it's Secretary Sun and Captain Wang," she said in a low voice, turning around, her fingers unconsciously clenching the edge of her apron.

The ward door creaked open, and Sun Degui and Wang Yuanjun walked in one after the other.

Unlike last time when they came empty-handed, this time the two of them each carried a net bag, inside which dangled an empty aluminum lunchbox—the kind commonly used at home, with some dents and scratches on the edges. They had brought these from their own homes.

The three lunchboxes filled with delicious dishes that Yang Guangming treated them to last time were already delivered back to the hospital by the diligent Luo Xingbang, and Yang Guangming also went to the restaurant to settle the deposit and return them.

"Secretary Sun, Captain Wang, you two have arrived." Yang Guangming immediately stood up to greet them, a perfectly measured smile on his face, and casually placed the half-peeled apple and fruit knife on the bedside table. His gaze quickly swept over the empty lunchboxes in their hands, and he already knew what was going on.

Yang Guangyao also leaned forward slightly on the hospital bed, his voice carrying a deliberate show of weakness and politeness: "Secretary Sun, Captain Wang, I'm so sorry to have troubled you two to make this trip again. I really feel bad."

"Lie down, don't move, be careful of your legs."

Sun Degui waved his hand, walked steadily to the bedside, took off his worn cotton hat, revealing his gray hair.

He carefully examined Yang Guangyao's complexion and nodded. "Hmm, your complexion is better than it was a couple of days ago, it's a bit rosy. That's right, it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, you can't rush things, taking good care of yourself is the right thing to do."

Wang Yuanjun casually placed the empty lunchbox he was carrying on a chair in the corner, making a clattering sound. His gaze was mainly fixed on Yang Guangming, his eyes carrying a sense of satisfaction and familiarity after dealing with a troublesome matter, as well as a kind of closeness like that of "one of his own."

"Comrade Guangming, you must have been waiting anxiously, right?" Wang Yuanjun's voice was still loud, but he seemed to have deliberately lowered it a bit, with a hint of relief after handling a major matter. "Things over there are finally completely settled. I came over to talk to you and Guangyao, to give you a heads-up and discuss things. We need to make sure that you, the parties involved, have a clear understanding of the situation."

Yang Guangming understood that this was a formal announcement of the final decision to Li Dongliang, and the fact that it was done in front of his second brother spoke volumes.

He showed a grateful expression and said very naturally, "I was just thinking that the two leaders should be here. It's so cold outside, and it's really too much trouble for you two to make this special trip. It's really a burden on the village."

Sun Degui waved his hand, a warm smile on his face: "What trouble is there? It's just part of my job. I'm here today to give Guangyao an explanation in person. I'll just say it here so that Comrade Guangyao can hear it too."

Wang Yuanjun chimed in, "Yes, let's talk about it here. We have to rush back after we finish."

"Alright, then we'll do as you two leaders say." Yang Guangming casually pulled over two more stools. "Please have a seat. Second Sister, pour some hot water for the leaders."

Yang Xiangmei quickly exclaimed "Oh!" and hurriedly went to get the thermos and teacup.

There was only one thermos in the ward, its metal casing chipped and worn. The teacup was brought from home, with a small chip on the rim.

Sun Degui and Wang Yuanjun didn't stand on ceremony and took the hot water poured by Yang Xiangmei, holding it in their hands.

Sun Degui blew on the steam rising from the rim of his cup, took a small sip, and then slowly spoke, his gaze sweeping over Yang Guangming and Yang Guangyao's faces. His tone was calm yet carried a businesslike formality:

"Comrade Guangming, Comrade Guangyao. Regarding Li Dongliang's issue, after the brigade's preliminary investigation and the subsequent review and decision-making by the commune's educated youth office and the county's educated youth office, a final decision has been made. I'm here today to inform you of this result."

He deliberately used the term "comrade" to make it seem official.

Yang Guangyao held her breath, her fingers instinctively tightening around the blanket. Yang Guangming, on the other hand, nodded slightly, assuming a listening posture.

"First, based on the information currently available, including on-site investigations and interviews with relevant personnel."

Sun Degui carefully worded, "It can be determined that Li Dongliang failed to control his emotions during the dispute with Comrade Yang Guangyao, and pushed him, which directly led to Comrade Yang Guangyao falling down the hillside and getting injured. He bears the primary responsibility for this."

Upon hearing this, Yang Guangyao visibly breathed a sigh of relief, loosened his grip on the blanket, and a hint of barely suppressed pleasure flashed in his eyes.

Although he orchestrated it all, he only felt truly relieved when he heard the organization officially identify Li Dongliang as the "culprit."

Wang Yuanjun added in a more direct tone, "That kid was stubborn at first, refusing to admit anything! I slapped Wang Laowu's testimony in front of him and then pulled out the black letter that hadn't been mailed yet from under his pillow. His face turned green! He couldn't utter a single word!"

Sun Degui coughed lightly, glanced at Wang Yuanjun, and gestured for him to watch his words and the occasion. Wang Yuanjun chuckled twice and didn't say anything more, but he couldn't hide the smugness on his face.

Sun Degui continued, "Given the serious nature of this incident, which resulted in injuries to comrades and affected the unity and stability of the educated youth settlement, after deliberation by higher authorities, it has been decided to transfer Comrade Li Dongliang to another location. His new assigned village is Beiwazi Village in the county."

“Beiwazi Village?” Yang Guangyao repeated subconsciously, as he was not familiar with the other communes and brigades in the county.

Wang Yuanjun chuckled and interjected with a smug tone, "That's one of the poorest places in our county, almost 80 miles from the county seat. It's all saline-alkali land, no matter how much water you irrigate it, it's all for nothing. Even corn won't grow more than two feet tall."

The villagers work themselves to the bone all year round, and they're lucky if they can even get half full.

He's just a city kid; he'll get what's coming to him. Humph! Let's see how he acts then!

The meaning behind those words couldn't be clearer.

Sunlight shone brightly, and he couldn't help but show a look of elation on his face. He even subconsciously licked his dry lips, as if he could already see Li Dongliang suffering from hunger and hardship in Beiwazi Village.

He felt a surge of pent-up anger in his chest, which he finally released with a vengeance.

Serves you right! You deserved it! Serves you right for trying to harm me!

Yang Xiangmei also excitedly clasped her hands together, her eyes shining, and whispered repeatedly, "Good, good... such a wicked person should go to that kind of place to be reformed!"

After Sun Degui and the others calmed down a bit, he continued, "Regarding Comrade Yang Guangyao's losses, the brigade headquarters has urgently calculated Li Dongliang's work points for this year. He can receive 43.65 yuan at the end of the year for these work points."

This money will be directly allocated to Comrade Yang Guangyao by the brigade headquarters at the end of the year when the work is divided and the money is distributed, as compensation for the medical and nutritional expenses for this injury.

Li Dongliang himself has already accepted this.

More than forty-three yuan!
Yang Guangyao's heart skipped a beat; this was no small sum!

His work points were far fewer than Li Dongliang's, and he wouldn't receive this much money at the end of the year. This time, he made a small fortune!
Although his leg had suffered, he not only got rid of his biggest rival but also received this "compensation," which made him very happy. The unease he felt due to the deception had long been washed away by the real benefits.

He even felt that although his move was risky, it was worth it!
Yang Guangming spoke up at the opportune moment, his tone sincere: "Secretary Sun, Captain Wang, thank you so much! You two have really gone to great lengths for my second brother's matter! This outcome is fair! We all understand! It not only punished the person who made the mistake, but also gave my second brother an explanation, without tarnishing our Kaoshan Village or affecting the collective's reputation. You two handled this matter so well!"

His words hit the nail on the head, affirming the outcome and praising the two village officials' abilities, especially highlighting the key point of "maintaining the collective reputation."

Sun Degui showed a hint of satisfaction on his face and waved his hand: "It's my duty. When something like this happens, we have to handle it properly. We can't let honest people suffer, nor can we let evil practices rise."

Wang Yuanjun patted his chest and said to Yang Guangyao, "Guangyao, just focus on recovering. You won't be shortchanged at the end of the year! I'll give you every penny of the money that Li Dongliang lost!"

Yang Guangyao nodded hurriedly on the bed, his voice trembling with emotion, "Thank you, thank you Captain Wang, thank you Secretary Sun... I'm so sorry to have troubled you all..."

After the important matters were discussed, the atmosphere in the ward became noticeably more relaxed.

Sun Degui inquired about Yang Guangyao's treatment and told him to rest and recover.

Looking at the time, Sun Degui stood up: "Alright, that's the end of it. We still have work to do in the team, so we won't stay any longer."

Yang Guangming immediately stood up and said earnestly, "Secretary Sun, Captain Wang, it's almost lunchtime. You must eat before you leave."

I know you two leaders are busy, so it won't take up much time. We'll just grab a quick bite nearby to warm up. We didn't eat well last time, so please give me a chance this time.

Wang Yuanjun was clearly tempted and looked at Sun Degui.

Sun Degui hesitated for a moment, probably feeling that things had gone smoothly and the other party was being so hospitable, so he nodded.
"Alright then, let's just have something simple. But Comrade Guangming, it's agreed that we can't spend money like last time. Just something simple is fine."

"Okay, sure! Don't worry, it'll be simple and affordable!" Yang Guangming smiled and immediately agreed.

He turned to Yang Xiangmei and instructed, "Second Sister, take good care of Second Brother. I'm going out with the two leaders."

Yang Xiangmei nodded quickly: "Okay, you can go ahead."

Yang Guangming then said to Yang Guangyao, "Second brother, what would you like to eat? I'll bring it back for you in a bit."

Yang Guangyao was in a great mood and quickly said, "No need, no need, just eat well. Second sister, just make me some porridge."

The three of them left the hospital, crossed the deserted street again, and headed towards the state-run restaurant.

The atmosphere on the way was relaxed and harmonious. Sun Degui and Wang Yuanjun had obviously put their minds at ease, and they talked more, occasionally even cracking a joke with Yang Guangming.

Yang Guangming agreed while secretly making plans in his mind.

The matter involving Li Dongliang has finally been completely resolved and perfectly sealed off, clearing the biggest obstacle for his next plan.

Upon entering the restaurant again, Chef Wang, who was behind the counter, immediately beamed with joy when he saw Yang Guangming and greeted him from afar, "Hey! Comrade Yang! It's been quite a while since you've been here!"

His gaze swept over Sun Degui and Wang Yuanjun, and his smile became even more earnest. "We have leaders coming today, and all the private rooms are occupied. I'm truly sorry to the three of you."

Yang Guangming walked over with a smile, and naturally took out a few White Rabbit milk candies from his pocket and handed them over: "Master Wang, it's okay if there are no private rooms, just find a quiet corner in the lobby."

Master Wang skillfully took the candy. "A table just left by the window. I'll have someone clean it up for you quickly; it'll be quieter there."

"Thank you, Master Wang." Yang Guangming said, naturally taking the two empty lunch boxes from Sun Degui and Wang Yuanjun. "Master Wang, I have another favor to ask. Two servings of braised pork, to go. Just put them in these two lunch boxes, stew them until they're very tender and flavorful, and make sure the portions are generous."

Upon hearing this, Sun Degui and Wang Yuanjun quickly spoke up to stop them.

Sun Degui said, "Comrade Guangming, look at you... you've spent money again! I feel so bad!"

Wang Yuanjun waved his hand, "Exactly! It makes us look like we're here to freeload!"

Yang Guangming's smile remained unchanged, but his tone was firm yet comforting: "Secretary Sun, Captain Wang, why are you two being so polite with me?"
"It's a rare treat to eat out, so I'll order a couple of hearty dishes to take home for my family, especially the elderly and children. It's a small token of my appreciation."

Without saying a word, he handed two empty lunch boxes to Chef Wang, saying, "Come on, Chef Wang, we have a lot of customers today, so don't rush to cook. We can take them with us when we leave."

Chef Wang readily agreed: "Okay! Don't worry! I guarantee it will be stewed until thoroughly tender and flavorful, and the portion will be generous!"

Because Sun Degui suggested keeping it simple, Yang Guangming didn't order too many fancy dishes this time. He only ordered a sauerkraut and pork hot pot, a home-style stewed fish, a stir-fried potato shred, a cabbage and tofu soup, plus two bottles of local liquor.

After ordering and paying, the three of them, guided by Chef Wang, sat down at a freshly cleaned square table by the window.

This location is relatively secluded, some distance from the other tables, making it easier to talk.

The food and drinks were served quickly. The sauerkraut hot pot was bubbling away, its tangy aroma whetting the appetite; the stewed fish had a rich, dark sauce and an irresistible fragrance.

Yang Guangming poured drinks for the two men, but didn't ask about the details of Li Dongliang's incident. He simply raised his glass and said, "Secretary Sun, Captain Wang, I'd like to toast you both. These past few days, I've really troubled you both with a lot of effort because of my second brother's matter. I won't say much, my gratitude is all in this drink."

The three of them clinked their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

The fiery liquor dispelled the chill and made the atmosphere even more lively.

After a few drinks and some food, the conversation naturally circled back to the Li Dongliang incident.

Wang Yuanjun opened up completely. He was clearly very satisfied with how Li Dongliang was dealt with. His face was flushed, he leaned forward, lowered his voice, and began to vividly recount the details.

"Comrade Guangming, you have no idea what kind of people are in the commune's educated youth office and the county's educated youth office!"

Wang Yuanjun's tone carried a hint of disdain and a touch of superiority, typical of his attitude towards higher authorities: "They're afraid of things getting out of hand, affecting stability and unity, and afraid of taking responsibility!"

When this mess happens, their first thought isn't about figuring out right and wrong, but about how to quickly cover it up and minimize the damage! They want to make a big deal out of it, and a small deal out of it altogether!

Sun Degui remained relatively calm, picked up a piece of pickled cabbage with his chopsticks, and said, "Their attitude is the same, but this time our evidence is solid, so they don't dare to try to smooth things over."

He took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke. "We'll compile Wang Laowu's testimony clearly, put his fingerprint on it, and submit it. It'll be in black and white, so Li Dongliang can't deny it even if he wants to."

The facts are clear and the evidence is conclusive. The higher authorities are even more anxious than we are, hoping to get a result as soon as possible, to put an end to the matter, and to put the matter behind us.

To avoid any unforeseen complications and further escalation, in which case they would be held responsible.

Wang Yuanjun slapped his thigh, his voice rising a little higher, attracting the attention of someone at the next table. He then realized his mistake and quickly lowered his voice, but the excitement and disdain on his face remained unchanged.

"Yes! The evidence is irrefutable! That kid Li Dongliang was so stubborn at first, refusing to admit it and insisting that Guangyao slipped and fell to extort money from him. I wasn't going to put up with his nonsense! I confronted him directly!"

He mimicked his own tone from back then, with a ruthless and fearless air, "I told him, Li Dongliang, you listen up! I have all the witnesses and evidence in my hands now!"

If you don't admit it and still want to play tricks? Fine, let's go to the town's police station right now and prosecute you for intentional assault!

"How about we put you in jail for a few years? See if your parents, who work as laborers in the county, can get you out?"

"You didn't see it," Wang Yuanjun scoffed, shaking his head. "That kid's face turned pale with fright, like it was covered in paste, and beads of sweat were rolling down his face like soybeans. His legs were trembling! What a coward, a spineless coward! A bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong!"

Sun Degui nodded, his tone calm yet decisive: "Circumstances are beyond human control. He thought about it all night, and I guess he's weighed the pros and cons."

The next day, he completely confessed, admitting that he had argued and pushed Comrade Guangyao, and that in the heat of the moment, there was indeed physical contact, causing Comrade Guangyao to accidentally fall down the hillside. He expressed his willingness to accept all disciplinary decisions made by the organization without any complaints.

Yang Guangming interjected with a timely question, showing concern: "So the county just agreed to transfer him in the end? And didn't investigate further?"

"What's there to investigate?" Wang Yuanjun glared. "They're eager to get rid of this quickly! They issued the transfer order without hesitation! They've already made arrangements with the Beiwazi Village branch secretary, who I have some connections with. He'll be in for a rough time if he goes there!" The implication in his words was clear.

Sun Degui added: "Regarding the compensation, the brigade accountant urgently calculated his work points for this year, totaling forty-three yuan and sixty-five cents."

We've already reached a written agreement with Li Dongliang. When the year-end bonuses are distributed, this money will be directly allocated to Comrade Guangyao as compensation for medical and nutritional expenses. This matter has been officially recorded by the commune and county governments, so it's completely settled. You can all rest assured and focus on recovering.”

Yang Guangming's face showed a very satisfied expression, as if a huge weight had finally been lifted from his heart: "That's great! Secretary Sun, Captain Wang, you two are really... really a great help! You handled it so fairly!"
It not only severely punished the bad guys and set things right, but also gave my second brother real compensation. Most importantly, it was a swift and decisive solution that didn't tarnish the collective honor of our Kaoshantun village! Every aspect was considered; it was truly watertight! So brilliant! Thank you so much!

He raised his glass again, visibly agitated, "On behalf of my second brother, I'd like to offer another toast to the two leaders! You've both worked so hard! Thank you for your efforts!"

The three of them drank another glass. The spicy liquid seemed to extinguish the last bit of uncertainty, and the atmosphere became even more lively and relaxed.

The conversation at the next dinner party shifted away from Li Dongliang. Yang Guangming, well aware of the principle of moderation, began to intentionally steer the conversation, sharing interesting anecdotes and observations he had brought from Shanghai.

He talked about the bustling crowds and dazzling array of goods on Nanjing Road in Shanghai, about how efficient the newly introduced foreign machinery in the factory was, about the meticulous cultivation and double harvest of rice in the south, and occasionally he would even throw in a few harmless southern folk songs and jokes with a touch of irony...

Sun Degui and Wang Yuanjun listened with great interest to these new things and exotic customs, occasionally expressing surprise, admiration, or hearty laughter.

They live in the rural areas of Northeast China year-round, and Yang Guangming's stories seem to have opened a window for them to glimpse the outside world.

Yang Guangming speaks with great tact, neither showing off nor failing to demonstrate his knowledge and background. Occasionally, he humbly asks the two "veterans" for advice on farming, mountain products, and climate characteristics in Northeast China, thus satisfying their self-esteem and desire to express themselves.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was relaxed and harmonious, filled with laughter and conversation. Before they knew it, two bottles of strong liquor were empty. Sun Degui and Wang Yuanjun both had satisfied rosy cheeks, clearly extremely pleased with the meal and with Yang Guangming himself.

After a satisfying meal and settling the bill, Master Wang handed two heavy, fully-filled lunchboxes to the two village officials, the rich aroma of meat wafting out from the gaps in the lunchboxes.

Sun Degui and Wang Yuanjun politely declined a couple more times, saying that Yang Guangming was being too generous, but they still accepted the net bag. The weight of the bag made their smiles even more genuine.

Yang Guangming escorted the two to the hotel entrance, where a gust of cold wind outside invigorated them.

"Secretary Sun, Captain Wang, please drive carefully. Thank you both so much for coming today," Yang Guangming said, shaking Sun Degui's hand.

Sun Degui shook his hand vigorously, saying little, but his eyes showed more sincerity and closeness than when they first met: "Comrade Yang, stay here. Go back and let Guangyao rest and recover. He doesn't need to worry about the team's affairs."

Wang Yuanjun, perhaps because he had drunk a bit too much, was exceptionally enthusiastic. He patted Yang Guangming's shoulder forcefully, reeking of alcohol, and said, "Brother Guangming! If you ever need anything, just come to the brigade headquarters to find me! You're a true friend, honest and straightforward! I consider you a friend!"

Yang Guangming smiled and agreed, "Definitely! I'll definitely need to trouble Captain Wang and Secretary Sun again in the future."

He watched the two ride off on their bicycles, the two lunchboxes wafting an enticing aroma of meat dangling from the handlebars, until their figures disappeared around the street corner. Only then did he slowly withdraw his gaze, and the enthusiastic smile on his face gradually settled into a deep calm.

He stood at the restaurant entrance, not leaving immediately. A cold wind brushed against his slightly flushed cheeks, bringing a refreshing clarity.

The matter concerning Li Dongliang has finally come to a complete end, and his fate has been sealed. The process was even smoother than he had anticipated.

The combination of that crucial letter of denunciation and the "eyewitness" worked surprisingly well, directly hitting Li Dongliang's weak point and completely eliminating any last shred of wavering that Sun and Wang might have.

Now, the biggest obstacle has been cleared. Next comes the crucial step that truly concerns the future fate of my second brother and sister.

He didn't go back to the hospital immediately, but instead went back to his small room at the guesthouse first. He needed some time alone to calm down, rest a bit, and prepare for his upcoming confrontation with his second brother and sister.

The guesthouse was well-heated, and the room was cozy. Compared to the noise of the hospital, this place allowed him to think more clearly.

He sat on the hard bed, carefully reviewing every detail of his contact with Sun and Wang, making sure nothing was amiss, while also planning his next move.

After resting for about half an hour and clearing his mind, he returned to the hospital ward with steady steps.

Pushing open the ward door, Yang Guangyao looked over and asked, "Little brother, how did it go? What else did they say afterward? Is this matter considered closed now, and there won't be any more reversals?"

Although Yang Guangyao already knew the result, he was still worried that there might be a reversal. He needed to get final confirmation from his younger brother before he could truly feel at ease.

Yang Guangming closed the door behind him, walked to the bedside and sat down. He calmly recounted some details that Wang Yuanjun had added at the dinner table, such as how Li Dongliang initially refused to admit defeat, how he was later overwhelmed by the evidence, and how he finally succumbed and admitted his defeat. He selectively and tactfully relayed these details.

He omitted the overly harsh threats and emphasized the unchangeable nature of the outcome.

When he heard how Li Dongliang had turned pale with fright, broke out in a cold sweat, and finally obediently accepted the transfer order, Yang Guangyao's face lit up again. He couldn't help but smile, revealing an almost ferocious, triumphant grin, and muttered harshly in a low voice:

"Serves him right! He deserves it! He got the nerve to want to harm me! He can go eat dirt in Beiwazi Village! I hope that bastard starves to death!"

His tone was filled with a sense of exhilaration and satisfaction, as if the pain in his leg had been lessened considerably.

Yang Xiangmei clasped her hands together excitedly, tears welling in her eyes. "Heaven has opened its eyes! Evil has been punished! This is wonderful! This is truly wonderful! Let's see if he dares to harm people again!"

The grievances, anger, and worries that had been building up for days were finally released, transforming into a triumphant joy.

When Yang Guangyao was reassured that he would definitely receive the compensation of more than 43 yuan by the end of the year, he was overjoyed. The unease and shame he felt from being hurt because of his own actions had long been washed away by this unexpected "spoils of war" and the pleasure of revenge.

He even felt that although his move was risky, it was worth it! Absolutely worth it!

"Alright, this matter is finally over, it's a done deal!" Yang Guangming looked at the two of them, who were overjoyed and even a little excited. After they calmed down a bit, he spoke again in a calm tone, his expression becoming serious. "Next, let's talk about something serious, something that concerns Second Brother's future."

His gaze swept over his second brother and second sister, his expression solemn.

The cheerful atmosphere in the ward became slightly tense.

Yang Guangyao and Yang Xiangmei both stopped smiling and looked at him, realizing that their younger brother might have something more important and far-reaching to say. Yang Guangyao even subconsciously adjusted his lying position to make himself appear more serious.

Yang Guangming hesitated for a moment, seemingly considering his words, before slowly speaking. His voice was not loud, but incredibly clear, each word striking a chord in their hearts:
"Second brother, second sister, Li Dongliang has been dealt with. But we can't just focus on venting our anger. No matter how many times we curse him, he won't hear us, and we won't gain any real benefit from it."

We need to look forward and make the most of the opportunities before us to fight for some real and tangible benefits for our family and for both of you, and to change our current situation.

He paused, his gaze first turning to Yang Guangyao. "Second Brother, you suffered greatly from this injury, but it might also be an opportunity. I'd like to try and see if I can use this injury to help you arrange for medical retirement and return to the city."

"Returning to the city on medical retirement?" Yang Guangyao was stunned. His eyes widened instantly, his face filled with disbelief, and his voice changed. He was so shocked that he almost choked on his own saliva. "Return...return to the city? I...I only have a fracture in my leg. It will be fine after a few months of rest. This...this is possible? How is this possible?"

He had never dared to think in that direction!
The policy of allowing those who retire due to illness to return to the city is extremely strict, with very rigorous review processes. Many educated youth who were on the verge of death could not return, so what is his little injury?
This is simply unbelievable! He wondered if his younger brother had gotten so excited that he was talking in his sleep.

Yang Xiangmei, standing beside her, held her breath, her eyes wide, one hand unconsciously covering her mouth, as if she had heard something utterly horrifying and unbelievable. Returning to the city? For her, that was something she absolutely dared not even dream of!

Yang Guangming nodded, his tone unusually certain, carrying a convincing calmness: "Under normal circumstances, of course not. A tibial fracture is far from meeting the criteria for medical retirement. But..."

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze becoming deep and calm, like a chess player strategizing, "What if the diagnosis could be 'changed' slightly? What if the discharge certificate stated more than just a bone fracture?"

"Changes?" Yang Guangyao was even more confused, his mind unable to process what he was seeing. Yang Xiangmei also looked bewildered, completely unable to follow her brother's train of thought.

“I’ve been busy these past few days, asking Dr. Lu in the orthopedics department for detailed advice.”

Yang Guangming lowered his voice even further, making sure only the three of them could hear, "There's a type of injury that's related to the leg, but you can't see it just by taking an X-ray. This kind of injury mainly relies on the doctor's experience, manual examination, and diagnosis based on the patient's reaction and symptoms. This injury is called—anterior cruciate ligament rupture of the knee joint."

He tried to explain in layman's terms: "Dr. Lu said that this kind of injury is very troublesome, and if it cannot be cured, it will leave lasting health problems."

For example, the knees may become unstable, making it easy to buckle and fall while walking; they may feel sore and painful on cloudy or rainy days; one may be unable to do heavy work, and even walking long distances may be difficult.

It belongs to the kind of serious damage that could cause... functional impairment.

This type of injury will be a key consideration in disability assessments and retirement due to illness.

Yang Guangyao and Yang Xiangmei seemed to understand but not quite, but the words "disability assessment," "retirement due to illness," "functional impairment," and "severe injury" struck them like a hammer blow, making them vaguely sense a huge and risky possibility, and their breathing became rapid involuntarily.

"You mean..." Yang Guangyao's voice trembled violently, partly from shock and partly from an indescribable, suddenly ignited hope.

“What I mean is…” Yang Guangming looked at him sharply, saying each word clearly, “If the final discharge diagnosis certificate includes not only a ‘fracture of the left tibia’ but also a ‘rupture of the anterior cruciate ligament of the left knee,’ then the medical conditions for applying for medical retirement and returning to the city would very likely be met. That would create room for manipulation!”

The ward fell into a deathly silence.

Yang Guangyao was completely stunned, his mouth agape, staring blankly at his younger brother, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

This audacious, almost insane idea was completely beyond his comprehension, challenging the ingrained beliefs he had formed over more than a decade.

Yang Xiangmei was completely dumbfounded. She stood there like a puppet, with only the violent heaving of her chest revealing the turmoil in her heart.

After a long while, Yang Guangyao gasped for breath, like a fish out of water returning to it. His voice was hoarse and distorted from extreme excitement, tension, and exhilaration.
"This...this...isn't this fraud? This...can this really work? Director Huo...would Director Huo agree to this? He's a senior doctor, wouldn't he see right through it?"

If this gets discovered...it would be a huge disaster! I'd be in deep trouble! No, no...this is too risky..."

He was incoherent, shaking his head like a rattle-drum, his face drained of color, as if he could already see the terrible scene of being disgraced and even imprisoned after his deeds were exposed.

"Therefore, it requires operation, timing, and, more importantly, methods."

Yang Guangming interrupted his barrage of questions with a calm tone, carrying an undeniable sense of control, "I've already made initial contact with Director Huo and sent some... rather substantial gifts."

He accepted the gifts.

He should already have a good idea of ​​our family's "strength" and my "sincerity."

He briefly revealed some progress to reassure them, but then changed the subject: "But we must not ask him directly, much less force him. We must make him feel that it is feasible and the risks are manageable. We must even make him feel that helping him will not do him any harm, or that he can repay this favor."

His gaze was fixed on Yang Guangyao: "And the most crucial and fundamental link in all of this lies with you, Second Brother."

"Me?" Yang Guangyao pointed at himself, his face filled with confusion and fear. "I... what can I do? I... I'm afraid I can't do it..."

“Yes, it’s you.” Yang Guangming nodded, his tone leaving no room for retreat. “Tomorrow morning when Director Huo makes his routine rounds, I’ll try to be there and seize the opportunity to steer the conversation toward how your knees feel and whether there’s anything wrong with them.”

All you need to do is show the corresponding symptoms. Act like your leg hurts, your knee is uncomfortable, and, when Dr. Huo examines you, exhibit the kind of reaction he expects from an injury.

Then, ignoring his second brother's pale face and resistant eyes, Yang Guangming explained and instilled in Yang Guangyao the typical clinical manifestations and physical examination characteristics of anterior cruciate ligament rupture that he had been subtly inquiring about from Dr. Lu over the past few days in an extremely detailed and even tireless manner.

For example, during a doctor's examination, they may grasp your calf and lift it up or press it down. You may feel an abnormal, loose sensation in your knee, which is medically known as a positive "drawer sign".

When the time comes, you need to show pain, or subconsciously tense your muscles to resist, but appear powerless.

For example, you can mention, whether actively or passively, that you feel your knees sometimes don't obey you and are unstable.

For example, even if you didn't notice it when you were injured, you could say that you felt a cracking sound in your knee, like something broke, but you were too busy with the pain in your leg to pay much attention.

For example, if you feel swelling and pain in your knees, especially when you try to bend or straighten your legs, you should show signs of severe pain.

He explained it in great detail, even imitating the examination actions a doctor might perform, telling his second brother how to react, whether to cry out in pain or show weakness, what his facial expression should be, and how to control his breathing.

As this matter concerned whether he could return to the city and escape this harsh and cold place, Yang Guangyao listened with utmost care, memorizing every word and working frantically in his mind, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

He repeatedly pressed for confirmation, patiently asking questions until he was sure.

But the more he listened, the more anxious and uncertain he became. His face turned ashen, his palms were covered in cold, slippery sweat, and his body even began to tremble slightly.
"Young man... this... will this work? I... I'm afraid I won't be able to pull it off... I've never done this before... what if... what if I give myself away... Director Huo is an experienced doctor, he'll definitely be able to tell I'm faking it at a glance... then everything will be over."

Not only can we not go back to the city, but we've also offended Director Huo. All the gifts we sent are now wasted, and they might... might even hold us accountable for lying... lying..."

His voice was filled with fear and extreme insecurity, terrified that his poor acting skills and weak mental fortitude would cause the entire plan to collapse, bringing about utter disaster. He could almost see Director Huo's all-seeing, cold, and stern eyes.

Seeing how nervous he was, almost on the verge of collapse, Yang Guangming knew he had no choice but to reveal the truth. He sighed, his tone becoming direct and even somewhat cold, but strangely, it possessed a calming power:

"Second brother, listen to me. Calm down. It's unrealistic to expect you to put on a flawless act and completely fool an experienced doctor like Director Huo. What's fake can never become real."

Yang Guangyao's face grew even paler, and his eyes were filled with despair.

“But,” Yang Guangming’s tone shifted, his gaze sharp, “we don’t need to actually deceive him. We just need to give him a plausible ‘evidence’ on the surface, a ‘symptom’ and ‘sign’ that can be written in the medical record and reflected in the diagnosis certificate.”

As long as he's willing to help and write that sentence on the diagnosis certificate, he'll naturally have his own ways and reasons to make the diagnosis appear reasonable and compliant in terms of procedure and in writing.

Even if he knows there's something fishy going on, as long as he doesn't delve into it, doesn't expose it, and turns a blind eye, the matter will be settled!

He looked at his second brother's eyes, which were refocusing from shock: "The key is whether I can persuade him to help, whether he is willing to do this favor, not how well you pretend!"
"Just show the general symptoms, nothing too outrageous, nothing so obviously fake or made up. Leave the rest to me! Understand?"

Hearing his younger brother's almost blunt revelation, Yang Guangyao and Yang Xiangmei, whose hearts were pounding in their throats, finally calmed down a little. However, the tension and fear of walking on the edge of a cliff did not diminish at all.

It turns out that the most crucial pressure and struggle did not lie entirely with him, but rather between his younger brother and that Director Huo.

But the risks, the speculation about human nature, and the exchange of interests involved still made them feel uneasy, as if they were in a thrilling and mysterious battle that was completely unfamiliar to them.

All afternoon, Yang Guangyao lay on the hospital bed like a student about to take a life-changing exam, his eyes closed, muttering to himself, repeatedly recalling, reciting, and simulating the "knowledge points" and "reactions" his younger brother had taught him.

One moment he would furrow his brow to simulate excruciating pain, the next he would mutter to himself "unstable" and "weak," repeating this nervously.

Yang Guangming would occasionally offer pointers, corrections, or supplement details, acting like the most patient teacher.

Yang Xiangmei watched nervously from the side, seemingly even more nervous than her second brother, Yang Guangyao. She unconsciously wrung a rag in her hand, her heart pounding, filled with both anticipation and worry. She both hoped her second brother would return to the city because of this, and feared the unimaginable consequences of the matter being exposed.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the lights in the ward were not turned on, making the light dim and blurry.

The brothers' whispers and Yang Guangyao's occasional gasps and groans were exceptionally clear in the silent room, as if shrouded in immense uncertainty, so fragile that they could be blown away at any moment by the howling wind outside the window.

Tomorrow, when Director Huo makes his rounds, will be the crucial moment for the entire plan to take its first step.

All the groundwork, all the favors, all the planning, ultimately need to produce a result within those few minutes of ward rounds.

Night, like ink, quietly spread, completely engulfing this small county town in Northeast China, and also swallowing this small ward in the county hospital, filled with anxiety, longing, and adventure.

(End of this chapter)