Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

Chapter 98: Chaos ensues, everyone's ugly side is revealed, it's a scene of utter depravity!

Du Fei, a reporter from the Beijing Evening News, had just finished an interview and was riding his old-fashioned bicycle back to the newspaper office.

As soon as a bus pulled up to a stop on the side of the road, the moment the doors opened, the passengers inside screamed and scrambled out as if they had seen a ghost, creating a chaotic scene.

Du Fei slammed on the brakes, tapping the ground with his toes to steady the car.

His professional instincts told him that there was definitely big news on the bus.

He locked his bicycle on the side of the road, jogged across the street, grabbed a middle-aged woman who had just escaped from a bus, and hurriedly asked, "Comrade, what happened on the bus?"

The woman's eyes lit up when she saw the old-fashioned film camera hanging around his neck and the notebook and pen he was holding: "Are you a reporter?"

Du Fei nodded: "I'm a reporter from the Beijing Evening News. May I ask what happened?"

The woman seemed to recall a horrific scene, and couldn't help but gag. Pointing to the bus not far away, she exclaimed, "This is outrageous! Someone actually defecated in public on the bus!"

She finished speaking in one breath, covered her mouth, and ran away without looking back.

Du Fei stood there, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

To defecate in public on a bus?

He was a man of considerable experience, but he had never witnessed such a shameless and egregious incident, which seriously violated public order and good morals and severely impacted public health and the riding environment.

Big news!

He adjusted his camera and ran quickly toward the bus.

While everyone else was desperately trying to get away from the bus, he went against the flow, held his breath, and strode onto the bus.

The moment he stepped inside, even someone who had seen many grand occasions almost couldn't hold back, his stomach churning violently.

His professional instincts overcame his physical discomfort, and he raised his camera, aimed it at the perpetrator of the excrement at the back of the carriage, and pressed the shutter repeatedly.

Click! Click—

The crisp sound of the camera shutter was particularly abrupt in the carriage, instantly startling the Liu family members on board.

In the chaos just now, Liu's mother wanted to run away, but her precious son was lying on the ground. If she ran away, what would happen to Liu Qiang?

Since Liu's mother didn't run away, Liu's father and two uncles had no choice but to stay.

It wasn't until they heard the "click" of the shutter that they turned around abruptly, only to find Du Fei's camera pointed directly at them.

Startled, Liu's mother pointed at Du Fei and yelled, "What are you doing?!"

The second uncle glanced around and saw the camera around Du Fei's neck. He was immediately shocked: "Sister! He, he must be a reporter!"

He's going to put us in the newspaper! Quick, stop him! We can't let him get away!

Upon hearing that the news would be published in the newspaper, Mr. and Mrs. Liu felt dizzy and almost fainted on the spot.

If this gets published in the newspaper, where will the Liu family put their face? How will Liu Qiang ever face anyone again? How will he ever get married?

When Du Fei saw the group rushing towards him like bandits, his heart skipped a beat. He quickly put away his camera, turned around, and ran out of the car, shouting as he ran, "Comrades, what's your relationship with him? I'm a reporter, you'd better not do anything reckless."

Chen Jianguo stood outside the car and saw everything clearly.

He secretly rejoiced that he got out of the car quickly, otherwise the reporters would have filmed him and him, and he would have been embarrassed along with them. That would have been a situation he could never clear his name of.

Seeing the Liu family chasing the reporter away, he felt guilty and secretly slipped to the side of the bus, pinched his nose, and peeked inside to see Liu Qiang's condition.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

He truly hadn't expected that such a small packet of magnesium sulfate would be so potent, turning Liu Qiang into a Splatoon.

However, after the initial shock, a sense of lingering fear also arose in my heart.

Is this dosage too high?

Let's hope Liu Qiang doesn't actually die from this.

If someone dies, will the police investigation lead back to him?

Chen Jianguo felt a jolt, realizing he had to do something, at least to prevent Liu Qiang from dying here.

But even if you killed him, he couldn't bring himself to get him on the train, help Liu Qiang out of that pile of stuff, or clean up the mess in the carriage.

After much deliberation, I decided to take a roundabout approach to achieve my goal.

Chen Jianguo began looking around the neighborhood, searching for a place where he could make a phone call.

After running through an intersection, I finally found a public phone stand and quickly dialed the emergency number.

When the call connected, he briefly explained the situation and location, and at the end, he even "thoughtfully" reminded us: "Comrade, the situation is rather complicated. When you come over, you'd better bring several masks."

Even though the ambulance was less than 20 minutes away from the emergency station, it took almost 40 minutes for it to finally arrive.

Several paramedics in white coats got off the bus, and Mr. and Mrs. Liu quickly went to greet them, explaining the situation and pointing to the bus parked on the side of the road, which was emanating an ominous aura.

The doctors and nurses had seen their share of ups and downs, but this was the first time they had encountered a situation like Liu Qiang's.

The sight and smell—instantly turned the faces of several young female nurses green.

But treating the sick and saving lives is their duty, and the lead doctor, fearing that the person would die in the car, could only grit his teeth and direct two male nurses to bravely rush in.

Passersby all pinched their noses and quickly walked past by taking a detour.

It took two nurses a great deal of effort to lift Liu Qiang, who was covered in filth and in a semi-conscious state, out of the car and onto a stretcher.

"Somewhat dehydrated —"

The doctor stepped forward and did a quick check. Just as he finished listening to Liu Qiang's heartbeat, he saw that Liu Qiang's body began to convulse uncontrollably again.

The doctor's expression changed, and he shouted, "Oh no, the patient is about to have diarrhea again! We don't have any antidiarrheal medication in the car, we need to get him to the hospital right away!"

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As Liu Qiang was being carried into the ambulance, he still couldn't control himself. The loud slurping sounds and strong odor made the whole scene a horrific sight.

He felt as if he had been thrown into a high-speed spinning washing machine, his internal organs were churning, his mind was blank, and all that remained was endless abdominal pain and an incessant urge to defecate.

His mental world has collapsed, his dignity has shattered, leaving only a primitive, irresistible physiological instinct.

He wants to die, really, even death would be better than this.

After a long and complicated process, the ambulance finally carried Liu Qiang away.

All that remained was a bus that needed thorough cleaning, the bewildered Liu family members, and the mastermind behind it all, Chen Jianguo.

The eldest uncle, still shaken, watched the ambulance drive away and asked, "Sister, what exactly happened to Qiangzi?"

My second uncle stroked his chin and guessed, "Could it be that they ate something bad? Was the lunch not fresh?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jianguo tensed up.

Oh no, could they be suspecting him?

Mr. Liu shook his head, looking puzzled: "This shouldn't be. We all ate the same food for lunch and we were fine. It's so strange."

Chen Jianguo breathed a slight sigh of relief, but not wanting the Liu family to continue discussing this dangerous topic, he quickly changed the subject, looking at Liu's parents: "Dad, Mom, shall we—go go find my dad again?"

Liu's mother was on the verge of exploding. She hadn't caught up with the reporters taking pictures, and her son had been rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. She had nowhere to vent her anger. When she heard Chen Jianguo's words, she turned around sharply, glared at him, and roared, "Go to hell! Hurry up and go to the hospital! See how Qiangzi is doing!"

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Her heart ached so much that she was sobbing. Her precious son had been pampered since he was a child and had never suffered like this before. He absolutely couldn't be hurt!

Liu's father and his two maternal uncles nodded quickly, as Liu Qiang's safety was the most important thing.

While Chen Jianguo and the Liu family were still racking their brains over Liu Qiang's affair, Chen Deshun's work at the factory was going smoothly.

As soon as his lunch break ended, Chen Deshun plunged into the modification plan for the new machine tool.

Several senior technicians who were usually arrogant and aloof were now gathered around him, sometimes nodding, sometimes having a heated discussion.

"Old Chen, you're right, it's just that the wiring for this control panel is a bit complicated. We need to figure out a simpler way."

With Chen Deshun's involvement, the design of the new machine tool progressed rapidly.

He succinctly revealed the key to many technical problems that had troubled everyone for a long time with just a few words.

Before we knew it, the bell rang throughout the factory area, signaling the end of the workday.

"Old Chen, the plan is almost done. Let's stop here for today and refine it further tomorrow!" A senior worker in the factory patted him on the shoulder, his face full of approval.

Chen Deshun nodded, tidied up his desk, said goodbye to the experienced workers, hurriedly left the workshop, headed straight for the factory's bicycle shed, pushed his bicycle onto the tarp, and rode away from the factory.

At this time, the streets along the road gradually became lively, with workers leaving get off work, students leaving school, and roadside stalls.

Chen Deshun rode his bicycle at a moderate pace, a gentle breeze brushing against his cheeks, dispelling the fatigue of the day.

Instead of going straight home, he turned his bike around, thought about the address Yan Xiaoliu had given him, and rode towards Qianmen.