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Chapter 183 Zhang Zhidong Forever (Seeking monthly votes and subscriptions)

The criminals were surrounded and subdued by police officers whose eyes were filled with tears and anger.

The entire unfinished building was surrounded by police cars, and ambulances rushed over.

"Officer Zhang Zhidong... Officer Zhang Zhidong is dying... His wound has torn open, and the bleeding won't stop..." The medical staff who rushed over tried their best to stop the bleeding for Zhang Zhidong.

Seeing Zhang Zhidong covered in blood, the medical staff's eyes welled up with tears.

"Uncle Zhang, don't die! You just promised me you wouldn't die, and I'll wish you a Happy New Year!" The rescued child was being held by his mother.

He cried desperately, refusing to leave Zhang Zhidong's side even at the cost of his life.

The child was covered in blood.

But the blood wasn't his; it belonged to Zhang Zhidong, who was lying on the ground right in front of him.

"Hurry, hurry up and bring him up here! I'll risk my life to save this guy!" An elderly doctor leaned halfway out of the ambulance, his eyes red with tears, and urged.

can not wait anymore.

If they don't hurry, Zhang Zhidong won't make it...

Zhang Zhidong was his neighbor, a child he watched grow up.

She was also an outstanding child who always clung to him from a young age, asking him all sorts of questions.

He's almost at retirement age and he's still alive, how could Zhang Zhidong die before him?

"Ah Dong, let me tell you, you want me to bury my son? You wish!" he shouted, tears streaming down his cloudy face.

……

The area outside the pseudo-capital hospital was packed with reporters and people who had rushed over following the news.

The puppet capital dispatched many police officers to maintain order.

Outside the hospital's emergency room, the corridor was also packed with people.

Anxious, tense, and the atmosphere was unusually heavy.

The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant and blood.

Zhang Zhidong had lost too much blood and was already unconscious. The medical staff, with red eyes, carried him all the way to the emergency room.

The floor outside was inevitably stained with some of the blood that couldn't be contained and had splattered out.

Zhang Zhidao's eyes were red as he rushed back from a business trip.

Their mother, leaning against the courtyard wall, called out Zhang Zhidong's name and knelt down on the ground.

“Mom, please don’t cry. My brother will be saved. He’ll be alright.” Zhang Zhidao squatted down and gently patted his mother’s back.

He wasn't really sure himself.

This incident happened so suddenly and urgently. In just a few hours, my brother was in grave danger and is now even on the verge of death.

He couldn't understand it, and it was even more unacceptable to him than to his mother.

Thinking this, Zhang Zhidao couldn't hold back her tears.

Before he knew it, tears were already streaming down his face.

For Zhang Zhidao, Zhang Zhidong has always been a very good older brother.

From childhood to adulthood, he has always regarded his older brother as a role model.

Zhang Zhidao once stubbornly believed that such an outstanding older brother could turn danger into safety no matter how perilous the situation.

Over the years, even though he has been in dangerous situations many times, Zhang Zhidong has indeed been basically unharmed and has always been able to resolve the situation well.

Therefore, Zhang knows that he cannot accept or accept the current situation.

"Why does even this child have to leave me..." The mother touched Zhang Zhidao's face, whose tears were also flowing uncontrollably, and her shoulders trembled.

She hadn't even recovered from her husband's glory.

But this time, she will also lose her eldest son, whom she has been incredibly proud of since childhood.

This is too cruel... too brutal...

Beside him, Zhang Zhidong's colleagues also leaned stiffly against the wall.

Crying could be heard everywhere.

The female police officers were in tears, and the male officers also wiped away their tears.

We are all unwilling to accept this.

Why did things end up like this...?

The rescued child clasped his hands together, tears streaming down his face.

His clothes still had a lot of Zhang Zhidong's blood on them.

The blood had dried, but that didn't stop the stench of blood from lingering in the air.

The child's mother squatted to the side, helplessly burying her head in her hands.

Zhang Zhidong was their family's benefactor.

I've saved them many times...

But now, because she failed to protect her child, the child was kidnapped by criminals and is now in critical condition...

Regret and tears.

A variety of unpleasant feelings also swept over this mother.

In the emergency room, the veteran doctor performed the surgery himself.

On the operating table, Zhang Zhidong, covered in blood, had already been fitted with an oxygen mask.

He, who should have been full of energy every day, now found his life countdown had begun.

In addition to bullet wounds, Zhang Zhidong also suffered from mixed blast injuries.

Multiple bullet holes in his body caused him to lose too much blood, and he has now gone into shock and developed an infection.

Zhang Zhidong's blood-stained clothes were stuck tightly to his skin.

Based on the old doctor's experience, at this point, it was probably beyond saving no matter how hard they tried.

But he didn't want to give up.

The old doctor, holding a scalpel, carefully enlarged Zhang Zhidong's wound and made incisions along the trajectory of the bullet wound.

We cleaned, explored, and rinsed the wound simultaneously.

First, the skin edges were cleaned, necrotic and devitalized tissue in the wound was removed, and finally the bullet was removed, the wound was drained and sutured...

The sounds of emergency equipment filled the room.

Doctors and nurses were constantly going in and out with various surgical supplies, their expressions extremely serious.

The old doctor tried desperately to save Zhang Zhidong, but after several hours of effort, they still failed.

"—"

The heart rate monitor sounded an alarm, and the heart rate on the screen had turned into a straight line.

The miracle did not happen.

The old doctor slumped onto the stool, tears streaming down his face.

Everyone in the emergency room couldn't help but cry.

Upon opening the door to the emergency room, the elderly doctor choked back tears as he announced—Zhang Zhidong had tragically died in the line of duty.

……

Seven days later, "Zhang Zhidong's Farewell" took place at the Zhang Family Cemetery in the puppet capital.

Zhang Zhidong is extremely popular; basically, everyone who knows him likes him very much.

Even those who weren't familiar with him praised him highly.

Zhang Zhidong is usually helpful and enthusiastic.

He is full of a sense of justice. He always steps forward to help those in need without hesitation, and he is always the first to lend a helping hand to anyone who encounters trouble.

Therefore, apart from a large number of strangers who came specifically after hearing about what happened, almost everyone who knew Zhang Zhidong attended the ceremony.

The farewell ceremony was solemn and dignified. The area next to Zhang Zhidong's coffin, where his portrait was placed, was filled with all kinds of flowers, making the scene resemble a sea of ​​flowers.

The total number of people attending the ceremony was astonishing.

The queue stretched for over two kilometers and seemed to have no end in sight.

From ordinary citizens to florists, fast food restaurant owners, drivers, and delivery workers, people flocked to bid farewell to this great police officer.

The area outside Zhang Family Tomb was filled with all sorts of vehicles.

Without anyone organizing it, the vehicles began honking their horns.

A black and white banner hung on the coffin.

It reads: "Zhang Zhidong, may you rest in peace."

Chapter 184 Completely infatuated with her (Seeking monthly votes and subscriptions)

“Not bad! But ultimately, I believe my sacrifice was worthwhile. The best outcome is that the criminals were brought to justice and the child was saved.” Zhang Zhidong crossed his arms, his eyes fixed intently on the television screen that was still showing a documentary about himself.

"Impressive." Jiuge looked at Zhang Zhidong with admiration, nodding repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Indeed. But did you come here just to watch TV?" An Chen's back was already sweating.

He began to think that if Zhang Zhidong really just wanted to watch TV and reminisce about his life before he died, should he go back to the room with Jiuge and leave Zhang Zhidong alone in the living room to watch TV?

In this way, not only will An Chen and Jiu Ge not get too hot, but Zhang Zhidong can also enjoy the sofa like a living person.

“That’s right! But no, I only found out they were showing this on TV after I got here.” Zhang Zhidong said loudly.

His current state of floating around in the apartment, reminiscing about his past life, is purely accidental.

The temperature startled Milk Candy awake, who was dozing off.