Jia Dongxu just died. Qin Huairu fell into coma again.

It was really a life that was cut short and yet another life was hanging on the line.

Everyone who followed became even more nervous.

On the other side, in Workshop No. 8, Yi Zhonghai was still busy.

As an eighth-level fitter, there is nothing to say about Yi Zhonghai's level.

In this era, an eight-level wage system was implemented, and the highest level of workers was the eighth-level worker.

Those who can be promoted to level eight workers are the country's technical elites. Most people may not be able to achieve this despite decades of hard work.

In this era where almost everything is accomplished by manpower, the ability to be promoted to an eighth-level fitter in Heji cannot be underestimated.

Although it's not as exaggerated as the joke about level 8 workers being able to "hand rub an aircraft carrier" or "hand rub a submarine", they are really strong and can do a lot of work, such as cutting, mechanical assembly, machine repair, etc. , to be more detailed, carving, filing, sawing, scoring, drilling, reaming, tapping and threading (see thread processing), scraping, grinding, correction, bending and riveting, etc.

Basically any work that requires manual work can be done by a level 8 fitter.

As one of the few eighth-level fitters in the factory, Yi Zhonghai has always been known for his steady work ability.

To use a joke from people in the factory, Lao Yi's hand could not shake even if the mountain collapsed before his eyes.

At this moment, Yi Zhonghai, who was checking why the chain fell off, had his hands shaking violently.

On this cool April day, Yi Zhonghai's forehead was still sweating.

"What's wrong, Lao Yi? Your hands are shaking and your head is sweating. This doesn't look like you anymore?" Deputy Director Li noticed something was different and said.

"Ah!" Yi Zhonghai swallowed and said, "Maybe I just went to the toilet and squatted for too long, and my hands and feet felt a little numb."

"Let me tell you, it was a coincidence just now. As soon as Dongxu came in, you went to the toilet, and you didn't come out until Dongxu was carried away. You are lucky that you didn't see that scene. If you did, I guess You're going to have a nightmare today!" Deputy Director Li said with a frown.

"Having a nightmare? What nightmare? I didn't do anything wrong, why would I have a nightmare!" Yi Zhonghai said: "Dongxu was so seriously injured, it was too late for me to be sad, so how could I have a nightmare? We are neighbors. , we are still master and disciple, and we have a deep relationship."

"You misunderstood Lao Yi. I mean, Dongxu was so badly beaten that his flesh and blood were so bloody that it was shocking. He would be frightened after seeing it. That's why he had nightmares. It was not what you understood." Deputy Li The factory director explained very seriously that the eighth-level fitter was very proud these days. Even as the deputy director, he would not easily offend an eighth-level fitter, so why bother himself.

"Oh oh oh, that's it. Look at me, Dongxu hit me, and the people who scared me are not normal," Yi Zhonghai said with a smile: "Hey, what a pity, Dongxu is so young, he is so Unlucky, it makes people feel sad just thinking about it.”

"Well, after the examination, you go and see Dongxu. You two have a deep relationship. Maybe he has something else to say to you. I don't think he can be saved. If you are lucky, you can see him one last time. ." Deputy Director Li said.

"Okay, I checked, and the chain broke accidentally. It was an accident." Yi Zhonghai explained.

"Okay, I'm not worried about Lao Yi's technology, so I'll report it accordingly." Deputy Director Li said.

Yi Zhonghai put down his tools and quickly left the factory door.

Along the way, Yi Zhonghai's face was ashen and expressionless.

On the way, I met several workers who were carrying Jia Dongxu away and were rushing back.

Yi Zhonghai hurriedly asked: "How is it? Has Dongxu been rescued?"

Several workers shook their heads, and one said: "He's gone!"

"So, do you have any last words?" Yi Zhonghai asked immediately.

"No, I just said something about laughing, but no one understood what it meant." The worker said.

"What's laughing? Who's laughing?" Yi Zhonghai immediately hugged the worker's shoulders: "Please tell me clearly, who did Jia Dongxu say was laughing?"

"Ah! It hurts..." The worker was pinched so hard by Yi Zhonghai that he screamed.

Yi Zhonghai hurriedly let go and said: "Oh, I have a deep relationship with Dongxu. I really want to know what he said in the end. I didn't mean to hurt you. What did Jia Dongxu actually say? Can you learn it from me?"

"I just said, he was laughing, he was laughing, he was looking at me and laughing, and then he died..." The man answered without thinking much.

"Didn't they say who was laughing? Didn't they name the person?" Yi Zhonghai asked.

"Of course not. I'm guessing he's just talking nonsense. He's going to die. Who would look at him and laugh?" said the worker.

"That's right, that's right. It's just nonsense. It's just nonsense. It's okay. You can go back." Yi Zhonghai let out a long breath and seemed to feel relaxed for a while. He didn't know why.

After parting with several workers, Yi Zhonghai, who had never smoked, ran to the street and bought a pack of cigarettes. He squatted quietly in a corner and smoked one cigarette after another silently.

After throwing the last cigarette butt on the ground and rubbing it out with his feet, Yi Zhonghai turned around and walked quickly towards the courtyard.

Because it was his first time smoking, and he smoked a pack again, Yi Zhonghai felt dizzy, as if he was drunk.

"Why does it smell like cigarettes? Have you smoked?" As soon as Yi Zhonghai came back, the aunt smelled it and asked.

"Ah, I smoked a little." Yi Zhonghai said, immediately closed the door and started rummaging around in the room. He soon dug out a large pile of money, poured it on the bed, took a small cloth bag, and began to put some money into the bag.

Holding the money while counting: "Ten yuan, twenty, thirty..."

"What are you going to do? Start counting the money when you come back? What happened?" asked the eldest mother.

"It's okay, I'll talk to you later." Yi Zhonghai continued to count.

"Why do you feel weird today? You seem to be very nervous. Did you encounter something in the factory?" The eldest mother felt strange and asked again.

"What's going on? Can you stop talking and let me be quiet for a while?" Yi Zhonghai's voice rose a few decibels.

"Then what do you want the money for? You can't even hide this from me, right? Just tell me and I won't bother you." said the eldest mother.

"Jia Dongxu is dead, I will donate some money to him!" Yi Zhonghai said.

"What??????????" The eldest mother was shocked: "Jia Dongxu is dead, is it true?"

"Really!" Yi Zhonghai.

"Then how did Jia Dongxu die?"

"Smashed to death."

"How did you smash it to death?"

"He was accidentally smashed to death. Okay, can you stop asking?"

"Let me ask what's wrong? Why are you so nervous?"

"Am I nervous?"

"Then why are your hands shaking? Your voice is also shaking when you speak? You have smoked so many cigarettes. Are you nervous?"

"I'm sad!!!"

Speaking of this, Yi Zhonghai suddenly felt dizzy and sat on the bed, frowning and breathing heavily.

I don't know if it was because I smoked too much or was sweating too much on my forehead because it was too hot, but I couldn't breathe and actually passed out.

…

The aunt hurriedly called out everyone in the hospital, then ran out to call the doctor.

After the eldest mother left, a young man in the courtyard pinched the eldest uncle hard and soon woke him up.

After Yi Zhonghai came to his senses, he immediately notified the whole hospital and held a general meeting, regardless of whether he was sick or not.

"To make a long story short, something happened to Jia Dongxu in our hospital. We called everyone here today to donate money to the Jia family."

"No matter what, everyone can donate as much as they want according to their heart. Those who have money will donate more, and those who have no money will donate less."

"Okay, I'm here to set an example first."

"As the eldest man in the courtyard, he is also Dongxu's neighbor who lives in the middle courtyard, and he is also Dongxu's master."

"Dongxu and I can be said to be getting closer and closer!"

"I'll just donate five hundred! It's a way of expressing my feelings. You can donate as much as you want."

With that said, Yi Zhonghai took out the half-bag of money and put it in a box for donations.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked.

hiss!

Donate five hundred yuan?

He is worthy of being a great man in the courtyard.

He is worthy of being an eighth-level fitter.

He is indeed the most prestigious man in the hospital.

If something happens, he really takes action!

If something happens to a neighbor, just donate 500 yuan. Isn’t this awareness too high?

The people in the yard were all shocked, obviously frightened by the five hundred yuan.

At this time, Dr. Lin Xianglin, who was called to see a doctor by his aunt, happened to see this scene.

Lin Xiang was also shocked.

Hey guys, come up and donate 500 yuan. This is a waste of money.

Is this the self-cultivation of an eighth-level fitter?
Chapter completed!