Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

The Porsche Panamera sped along the highway, tearing the afternoon tranquility apart like a red lightning bolt.

Nangong Yao held the steering wheel with one hand, while tapping the rhythm of jazz music playing from the car stereo with the other. She glanced at Liu Ming, who was resting with his eyes closed in the passenger seat, and a contented smile curved her lips.

"What? You're already conserving your energy? Afraid of being eaten by that Ouyang Feng guy in Ningzhou?"

Liu Ming didn't even lift her eyelids; she simply adjusted her posture to make herself more comfortable.

"I'm afraid your driving skills will make me throw up. Miss, this is a highway, not a racetrack, so be careful."

"Tch, no sense of romance." Nangong Yao pouted, but eased off the accelerator slightly.

Just then.

About two hundred meters ahead, a black Audi A6 that had been driving smoothly suddenly burst into a loud "bang" without any warning!

That was the sound of the right front tire bursting.

Immediately afterward, the Audi, like a wild beast out of control, veered sharply to the right and crashed violently into the roadside guardrail. The immense inertia caused the car to tumble through the air before slamming onto its back in the emergency lane with a deafening roar!

Sparks flew everywhere, and shards of glass were scattered all over the ground.

"Be careful!"

Liu Ming suddenly opened his eyes and let out a loud shout.

Although Nangong Yao was a female driver, she had experience in racing and reacted extremely quickly. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, applying both sharp and gentle brakes to control the car and avoid the debris scattered in the middle of the road, bringing it to a steady stop fifty meters behind the accident vehicle.

"Something's happened!"

Nangong Yao's face was slightly pale, and her palms were sweaty.

"Stay in the car and don't move! Call the police! Call an ambulance!"

Liu Ming left a message, unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed open the car door, and rushed out.

His movements were as swift as a cheetah's, without the slightest hesitation. On the battlefield, rescue is a race against death; every second can determine life or death.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning and gasoline.

The Audi A6 was severely deformed, with white smoke still billowing from the front and an unidentified liquid dripping from under the chassis.

It could catch fire or explode at any time!

Liu Ming rushed to the car and glanced at the driver's seat first.

The driver, a middle-aged man, was covered in blood and was pinned to his seat by the airbag, unconscious.

"Hey! Wake up!"

Liu Ming patted the broken car window, but there was no response. He quickly went around to the back seat and, through the distorted window, saw an elderly man with gray hair sitting in the back.

The old man, dressed in a well-made Zhongshan suit, was huddled in a corner, one hand tightly clutching his chest. His face was a horribly purplish-blue, and his breathing was rapid and weak. He had clearly suffered a severe heart attack due to great shock, or had suffered a serious chest injury.

The car door is deformed and cannot be opened.

"Grandpa! Can you hear me? Hang in there!"

Liu Ming let out a low roar, took half a step back, and suddenly exerted force with his right leg.

"Bang!"

The hard sole of the military boot slammed into the corner of the car window.

With a crash, the tempered glass shattered.

Liu Ming didn't bother cleaning up the debris. She reached into the car, found the mechanical switch for the door lock, and forced the door open with a "click".

He crept halfway inside and quickly checked the old man's condition.

The pulse was weak, the pupils were somewhat dilated, and the airway seemed to be blocked by a foreign object.

"Cough...cough..." The old man's throat made a bellows-like panting sound, his eyes were unfocused as he looked at Liu Ming, and his will to survive made him grab Liu Ming's sleeve tightly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a doctor."

Liu Ming's voice was steady and powerful, possessing a magical quality that instantly put people at ease.

Instead of moving the old man, he quickly unbuttoned the old man's collar, supported his neck with one hand, and cleared the vomit and blood clots from his mouth with the other to keep his airway open.

Then, his fingers, as if playing the piano, precisely pressed several acupoints on the old man's chest.

Internal energy emanates from the fingertips.

This is the "emergency massage technique" he learned from that mysterious old military doctor in the army, specifically for this kind of sudden cardiopulmonary failure.

One, two, three...

As Liu Ming rhythmically pressed down, the old man's tense body gradually relaxed, and his purplish-blue face slowly regained some color.

"call……"

Finally, the old man exhaled a long breath, and his previously unfocused eyes regained their focus.

"That was close..." Liu Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead.

At this moment, Nangong Yao also ran over with a car fire extinguisher and sprayed it vigorously at the smoke coming from the front of the car to prevent it from catching fire.

"Liu Ming! How is it?"

"The person has been rescued, but needs to be taken to the hospital immediately; they may have internal injuries."

Liu Ming carefully lifted the old man out of the car and laid him flat on the grass by the roadside.

Although the old man was weak, he was still lucid. He looked at the young man in front of him, whose hands were covered in oil and blood, and a hint of gratitude and surprise flashed in his eyes.

He knew his own body well; for a brief moment, he truly thought he was about to meet Marx.

It was this young man who pulled him back from the brink of death.

Moreover, that skillful technique and composure under pressure are qualities that ordinary people cannot possess.

"Young man... thank you..." The old man's voice was weak, but his words were clear and resonant, exuding the authority of someone who had long held a high position.

"Sir, please don't speak yet, conserve your energy." Liu Ming checked his ribs; thankfully, they weren't broken. "The ambulance will be here soon."

Before long, the sounds of sirens and ambulances came rushing in.

Highway patrol officers and medical personnel quickly took over the scene.

Seeing that a professional doctor had taken over, Liu Ming dusted off her hands, stood up, and prepared to leave.

He saved people out of instinct, without expecting anything in return.

"etc……"

Just as he turned around, the old man lying on the stretcher suddenly called out to him.

The old man shakily pulled a plain white business card from his inner pocket. The card had no title, only a name and a phone number.

"Young man... if you don't mind, please accept this."

"My name is Han Zhengyang."

"If you encounter a problem you can't overcome in Ningzhou, you can call this number."

Liu Ming was taken aback.

Han Zhengyang?

The name sounds familiar, but I can't quite place where I've heard it before.

Looking into the old man's eyes, which, though cloudy, were still as sharp as an eagle's, he knew that this was no ordinary old man.

"Alright, sir, please take good care of your injury."

Liu Ming didn't stand on ceremony; she took the business card with both hands and casually put it in her pocket.

Watching the ambulance leave, Nangong Yao walked over, glanced at Liu Ming's blood-stained suit, and teased, "Just bought an Armani, and it's ruined already? Liu, you've paid a high price for this."

"It's worth it to exchange a piece of clothing for a life." Liu Ming smiled, turned around and got into the car. "Let's go, don't be late for reporting to the Youth League Committee."

The Porsche started up again and merged into the flow of traffic.

Liu Ming sat in the car, fiddling with the plain white business card, not really taking it seriously.

What he didn't know was.

Right now, in the ambulance.

The elderly man named Han Zhengyang is being examined by the accompanying doctor.

"Principal Han, your vital signs are very stable. The emergency treatment just now was so professional! If it had been any later, the consequences would have been unimaginable!" the doctor exclaimed sincerely.

Han Zhengyang nodded slightly, his gaze passing through the car window as he watched the departing red Porsche.

"Liu Ming..."

He murmured the name to himself, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"What a calm and collected young man!"

"Go and find out which organization the owner of this car and this young man work for."

The secretary next to him nodded hurriedly and wrote it down, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

He knew all too well the old man's importance.

Executive Vice President of the Provincial Party School.

Although it's nominally an education institution, it's actually the "Whampoa Military Academy" for cadres across the province!

All the provincial-level and department-level cadres in the province have to respectfully call him "Teacher".

More importantly, he was a key advisor to the Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee on cadre selection and appointment, a true "Imperial Tutor" level figure!

The old man that Liu Ming casually saved was nowhere near being an old man.

He was clearly the most powerful "living Buddha" in the entire Jiangnan Province officialdom!