Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

"ah--"

Before Gao Wenbin could even utter that vicious curse, the broken ribs in his chest pierced his flesh with a sudden, sharp breath.

He felt as if an invisible hand had pressed him firmly against the bed, his face instantly turning deathly pale. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead, stinging his eyes until they were red, and his chapped lips trembled uncontrollably.

Wang Guowei, who was on the second bed next to him, witnessed the whole scene.

Seeing Gao Wenbin writhing in pain like a dying, dehydrated fish, Wang Guowei's eyes, swollen to slits, suddenly flared with an uncontrollable ecstasy.

He spat inwardly with malice.

Serves you right! You arrogant grandson, you've finally met your match! You used me as a pawn all the time, causing me to be beaten naked by hundreds of people, and now you've had your ribs broken and are lying here panting like a dead dog!

Although he was overjoyed inside, Wang Guowei didn't dare to show even a hint of schadenfreude on his face.

He was a spineless opportunist who knew that if he wanted to turn things around at the Red Star Factory, he had to cling to Gao Wenbin like glue.

Wang Guowei forced a smile that looked worse than crying, suppressing the tearing pain in his lips, and leaned closer in a low voice.

"Oh dear, Team Leader Gao! You must take good care of yourself!"

Wang Guowei leaned forward, his tone full of feigned concern, and took the opportunity to stomp his anger: "Didn't the ER doctor specifically tell you during rounds that your ribs are broken so badly, with bone fragments shattered along with them? If you get angry like this, what if those bone fragments pierce your lungs?!"

He quickly adopted a pained expression, sighing repeatedly, "You absolutely must calm down! There are thousands of people at the Hongxing Factory, and they all need you to go back and take charge!"

Wang Guowei paused deliberately, lowered his voice, and his voice carried a sinister and provocative tone.

"If you really collapse on this hospital bed, wouldn't that be giving that bastard Zhao Shanhe a free ride? He's swaggering back to the Red Star Factory now!"

"What good would it do to come back?"

Gao Wenbin clenched his teeth, his chest heaving violently several times, forcefully suppressing the excruciating pain.

He stared at the moldy water stains on the ceiling, a cruel, cold laugh tugging at the corner of his mouth. His voice was as if it had been submerged in ice water: "The official document from the city came down a long time ago; Zhao Shanhe has already been stripped of his position. Even if I die on this hospital bed today, Zhao Shanhe will never be able to get back on his feet!"

Wang Guowei saw that these few words hit the nail on the head and quickly seized the opportunity to climb up the ladder.

He endured the throbbing pain in his back and moved his swollen, pig-like face closer to Gao Wenbin, his eyes, barely slits, filled with obsequiousness: "Yes! Yes! You're a favorite of the municipal leaders, a capable person personally handpicked by Secretary Chen. What is Zhao Shanhe? Just a country bumpkin, how can he compare to you!"

"I really don't know what my uncle and Factory Director Liang were thinking, insisting on letting a farmer who hadn't had much schooling run our Hongxing Machinery Factory! They were jumping up and down in the factory every day shouting about some kind of industrial transformation, wasn't that just pure nonsense!"

As he spoke, he carefully observed Gao Wenbin's expression and then firmly placed the last compliment on him.

"If you had taken charge of this large factory with thousands of employees earlier, it wouldn't be in this mess today! If the Hongxing Factory had been in your hands, it would have become a model of excellence in the city long ago!"

These few words of flattery, a mix of praise and criticism, were more effective than anesthesia in the emergency room.

Hearing these words, Gao Wenbin felt much of the pent-up anger dissipate.

His left hand, which had been gripping the white sheets so tightly, slowly loosened, the bluish-white discoloration on his knuckles gradually fading. His back, which had been as taut as an iron plate, softened, and he leaned heavily back onto the yellowed pillow. Even the two broken bones in his chest didn't seem as agonizing as before.

Gao Wenbin's eyelids were half-closed as he gave Wang Guowei a cold, sidelong glance.

Although this kid is a good-for-nothing who can't accomplish anything great, he's at least obedient as a dog wagging its tail.

The Red Star Factory is full of stubborn, unyielding people. It's much easier to keep this local bully in the lead and test the waters than to go in blindly by ourselves.

"Guowei, the fact that you can understand this shows that your brain isn't completely broken."

Gao Wenbin adopted a superior's tone: "Once the city's lightning strikes, we'll completely eradicate Zhao Shanhe and his gang of cancerous tumors. When I recover and return to officially take over the Hongxing Factory, you'll return to your original position."

"You'll continue to manage all the inflows and outflows in this factory, as well as the people working there."

Upon hearing this, Wang Guowei's eyes, which had been swollen into slits, suddenly gleamed with a sharp light.

The lure of power instantly overwhelmed the physical pain. Like a wild dog that had smelled blood, he struggled to move forward on the hospital bed, ignoring the bruises around his mouth, and kept bowing and scraping.

"Thank you for your guidance, Team Leader Gao!"

Wang Guowei patted his chest, his lisp uttering a confident guarantee: "Don't worry, just say the word, and from now on at the Hongxing Factory, I'll be your most effective weapon! Anyone who dares disobey you, I'll be the first to bite them to death!"

After expressing his loyalty, Wang Guowei smacked his lips and suddenly felt that the quiet in the ward was somewhat eerie.

Apart from Gao Wenbin's occasional gasps for breath, only a foul smell of blood lingered in the air.

He laboriously turned his neck, his gaze passing over the half-meter-wide aisle and landing on bed number three against the wall.

The seriously wounded patient, whom nurse Liu Mei had forced into the hospital, lay stiffly on the metal-framed bed. His entire body was wrapped in thick white gauze, making him look like a newly unearthed mummy, with not a single finger showing.

"Team Leader Gao, look at this unlucky thing."

Wang Guowei gestured forward with his chin, his tone revealing undisguised disgust and fawning: "He's wrapped up like a dumpling from head to toe. We've been talking here for ages, and he hasn't uttered a single word. His chest is barely rising and falling, could he be dead already?"

Gao Wenbin glanced at him coldly and let out a disdainful snort.

The nauseating smell of blood mixed with the stench of sewage wafted from that hospital bed, making his stomach churn.

Seeing Gao Wenbin's disgusting expression, Wang Guowei immediately seized the opportunity to show off, his face becoming even more vicious.

"Do you think the people at the First Municipal Hospital have lost their minds?"

Wang Guowei curled his lip and immediately flattered Gao Wenbin, saying, "Who do you think you are? This kind of lowlife who's about to end up in the morgue should just be thrown on the corridor floor to die. You think you're worthy of sharing a ward with me? It's a complete waste of the country's precious medical resources!"

He lowered his voice and fanned the flames with dirty tricks.

"Once it's light tomorrow, call the health bureau leaders or the hospital director and report it. Bring up the issue of cadre conduct and the allocation of medical resources, and have someone drag this deadbeat out and throw him in the corridor. Otherwise, he'll be hogging the toilet and ruining your recovery."

"You don't know anything!"

Gao Wenbin interrupted Wang Guowei's flattery with a cold face, slapped the white sheet with his left hand in annoyance, and took the opportunity to put on his high-and-mighty official tone again.

"We are cadres sent down by the municipal party committee. We must be mindful of rules and the impact of our actions. To have someone drag him out and throw him in the corridor is tantamount to disregarding human life. If those people seize on this as evidence, wouldn't I be the one to blame?"

Gao Wenbin snorted coldly, a calculating glint flashing in his cloudy eyes: "Summon the hospital director first thing tomorrow morning. Under the guise of transferring a critically ill patient or allocating beds, go through the proper procedures and send him to the storage room in the basement. Use your brain when you do things."

Wang Guowei shrank back, then quickly added with a forced smile, "Yes, yes, yes, Team Leader Gao, you are so insightful. My pig brain just doesn't think things through. I still need to learn from you..."

Before he could finish his flattery, his voice abruptly caught in his throat.

"Crunch—"

The "mummy" lying motionless on the third bed next to it suddenly twitched violently, causing the rusty iron bed frame to shake and emit a piercing metallic scraping sound.

Immediately afterwards, a stench a hundred times more pungent than the previous bloody smell exploded without warning in the closed and stuffy ward.

The smell was like a dry toilet that had been fermenting for over ten days in the sweltering summer, a nauseating stench that seemed to pierce right to the top of one's head.

Gao Wenbin was panting heavily, maintaining his official demeanor, when he suddenly inhaled a large mouthful of the murky air. His stomach churned, and he involuntarily let out a dry heave.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest as the newly set ribs were pulled again, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

"What does it smell like?!"

Gao Wenbin pinched his nose tightly, fanning the air in front of him with his left hand, his ashen face instantly turning a liverish color.

Wang Guowei's fawning expression froze completely. He forced himself to sit up on one side despite the excruciating pain in his back, and looked towards the source of the stench through his swollen eyes.

After just one glance, Wang Guowei almost threw up his dinner from the night before.

Underneath the worn white sheet of bed number three, a large, murky, yellowish-brown stain had appeared at some point.

The viscous liquid was dripping down the edge of the bed frame onto the terrazzo floor.

The mummy, which had been lying there motionless, was now breathing heavily like a sick dog, making a hoarse, panting sound, and the stench around it grew stronger.

Holy crap!

Wang Guowei felt a violent churning in his stomach and howled through his lisping voice, "Team Leader Gao, that damn bastard isn't dead, he fucking shit on the bed!"

Gao Wenbin looked in the direction of the sound and saw a yellowish-brown stain spreading little by little on the bed sheet. He could even hear the sticky sound of the filth falling onto the floor.

"vomit--"

Gao Wenbin could no longer care about his leadership demeanor. He suddenly swayed to the side, letting out a scream as he pulled at his broken ribs. He then leaned halfway down the edge of the bed and began to frantically retch over the spittoon on the floor.

On bed number three, Ma Hou couldn't hear what the two people next to him were howling at all.

It felt like a rusty steel nail had been hammered into his brain, slowly chiseling downwards along his brainstem.

The piercing pain exploded along his nerve endings, so intense that he didn't even have the strength to twitch his lips.

My eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Ma Hou strained his muscles to pry open a crack, and the dim incandescent light above his head instantly shattered into seven or eight blinding halos that spun wildly in his vision.

The ceiling of the entire ward seemed to be shaking violently, and the drafty white walls on all four sides were twisted into strange shapes, pressing down on his face.

The dizzying sensation of the world spinning around him instantly overwhelmed his remaining rationality like a tidal wave.

Immediately afterwards, a nauseating churning sensation in my stomach, mixed with a strong acidic liquid, pushed up my esophagus and down my throat.

He tried to swallow it, but his internal organs felt like they had been rolled around in a meat grinder, and his entire abdominal cavity was spasming.

His complete loss of physiological control meant he couldn't control his lower body at all.

His sphincter had long since lost sensation, and the warm, foul-smelling substance was discharged into his crotch without any obstruction, soaking a large area of ​​the white sheet beneath him down his thighs.

"What are you doing! Trying to call back a soul!"

The monkey's chapped lips trembled violently, and two weak growls escaped its throat.

The tinnitus that was still ringing in my head hadn't subsided when I kept hearing Gao Wenbin's heart-wrenching retching sounds from bed number one, and Wang Guowei's broken-voice cursing from bed number two.

These sharp sounds were like steel brushes, scraping harshly against the monkey's fragile meninges.

He laboriously turned his head, which was wrapped in thick gauze, and his bloodshot eyes, through a blur of images, locked onto Gao Wenbin, who was lying on the edge of the bed vomiting into a spittoon.

Although his vision was blurry, he could clearly see that the disabled man in the hospital gown was pointing at him and cursing loudly.

"Ugh...you lowlife vagrant! Nurse! Someone, throw this beast who defecates everywhere out of here!"

While vomiting jaundice into the spittoon, Gao Wenbin frantically pounded on the edge of the tin bed with his left hand, the pounding sound making Ma Hou's head feel like it was about to explode.

"Shut your stinking mouth!"

Ma Hou gasped, barely suppressing the dizziness that was making his head spin, and gripped the iron bed frame railing tightly with the two good fingers he had left on his right hand.

He forced out a hoarse curse through clenched teeth, the sound like a broken gong scraping through the ward: "If you fucking yell again, believe me, I'll come over and break your good leg too!"

Upon hearing this, Gao Wenbin was so angry that his lungs felt like they were about to explode.

A lowly vagrant covered in excrement and urine dared to point his finger at him and threaten to break his legs.

This was even more humiliating to him than the kick Zhao Shanhe had given him in the chest.

"Who do you think you are!"

Gao Wenbin roared at the top of his lungs, which aggravated the broken bones in his chest cavity, causing him to gasp in pain.

But he clung tightly to the edge of the bed, stubbornly maintaining his haughty bureaucratic demeanor, his facial muscles twitching violently: "I'm the head of the work group sent down by the municipal party committee! You sewer bug, daring to threaten a state cadre, believe me or not, I'll have someone drag you out and shoot you tomorrow!"

Ma Hou's mind was spinning; the boastful "work group leader" sounded like utter nonsense to him.

As a fugitive who has spent years licking blood from the edge of a knife, he can't stand these hypocritical people who spout official jargon and think they know everything.

The monkey let out a snarling laugh, its bloodshot eyes fixed on Gao Wenbin.

He suppressed the nausea churning in his stomach, his right hand trembling as he reached for the bedside table and grabbed a cold enamel chamber pot.

He couldn't see Gao Wenbin's exact location at all, but relying entirely on the ferocity of a street brawl, he swung his arm wide and smashed it hard in the direction the sound came from.

"Fuck you, team leader!"

The enamel chamber pot traced a crooked arc in mid-air.

"Clang!"

A sharp, piercing sound rang out in the aisle between the two hospital beds.

The chamber pot bounced half a foot high on the terrazzo floor, and the half-filled basin of murky liquid inside splashed out like a bomb.

A few drops of foul-smelling yellow liquid unfortunately landed on Wang Guowei's arm, which was dangling over the edge of the bed.

"Holy crap!"

Wang Guowei jerked his hand back as if he had been electrocuted, letting out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

He frantically rubbed the yellow fluid off his arms onto the blanket while wriggling wildly towards the corner of the wall like a giant maggot.

The pain from the bruises all over his body made him grimace, but he still managed to yell out at the door in a hoarse voice.

"Murder! Help! This mad dog has gone berserk!"

Gao Wenbin wasn't much better off.

The sound of the chamber pot shattering, mixed with the already suffocating smell of feces and urine in the air, directly shattered the last line of defense he had managed to maintain.

The nauseating stench assaulted his nostrils, and Gao Wenbin opened his mouth to continue his tirade, but his stomach suddenly convulsed violently and uncontrollably.

"Wow--"

Gao Wenbin leaned half his body out of the bed and vomited profusely into the spittoon on the floor.

He vomited up even the few mouthfuls of white porridge he was forced to eat that night, leaving only bitter jaundice fluid dripping down his chin.

His broken ribs were being pulled wildly by violent retching, causing him to convulse in pain, his face streaked with tears and cold sweat.

After smashing the monkey, his already exhausted strength was instantly depleted.

A wave of dizziness crashed over him like a tsunami. His eyes rolled back, and his body slammed back onto the bed like a piece of rotten wood, falling into a semi-conscious state once more.

All that remained was the ever-spreading, yellowish-brown stain beneath him, continuously emanating a stench of despair into the stifling hospital room.