While Qiao Yu was inspecting, he suddenly received a secret report. When he opened it, he saw the news that Song Jiaoren had been killed. Song Jiaoren was shot by an assassin at the Shanghai Railway Station, and all of them, including his bodyguard Luo Ying, were sent to the hospital.
.In the midst of emergency rescue, Qiao Yu sighed when he saw this, Song Jiaoren was going to die after all, but Qiao Yu didn't feel much regret or resentment in his heart at this time.
Even if Song Jiaoren is lucky enough to survive, so what if China embarks on the road to constitutionalism? With their ability, they are most likely to win the title of the largest democratic country for China in a few decades, and then less than 10% of the people will
Enjoying the so-called democracy, while the rest of the people still live like slave animals, isn't India an example in the future? If it can't even establish a decent industrial system, there is nothing to envy.
It is countless ordinary workers who have brought China out of decline and into prosperity. The foundation of China was built with their sweat, not something boasted by the so-called Republic of China style. Along with Qiao Yu was Zhao Baoxuan, who has been responsible for the construction of heavy industry
, Qiao Yu’s original plan was to go to Chongqing for inspection this time, but if something like this happened, he might not be able to make the trip.
"Song Duchu had great ambitions, but he didn't expect that he was met with evil hands. Last year, Tao Chengzhang died. Could it be that Song Jiaoren will die this year? Will there really be no hope for this constitutional government?" Zhao Baoxuan looked very excited.
"Old Zhao, some people think that China's backwardness is political backwardness. In fact, I think it is not industrial backwardness. Agricultural society can never defeat industrial society. No matter how huge that agricultural society looks, it is just like the Manchu Qing Dynasty. Any great power can't defeat it.
If we can bully, even if a constitutional government is established, we may not be able to escape the fate of being enslaved. Without an industrial system, everything is a delusion. The only thing I can say is that empty talk will harm the country, and hard work will prosper the country!"
Zhao Bao
At that time, in the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway Hospital, Song Jiaoren was lying on the bed and making heart-rending screams. Huang Xing, Yu Youren, Liao Zhongkai, Ju Zheng and others were gathered in front of the bed. Song Jiaoren was
It just kept screaming in pain.
Huang Xing and others all knew that Song Jiaoren had a strong personality, so why would he cry out in front of everyone when it was not a last resort? They knew something was wrong. At this time, the doctor had already examined Song Jiaoren's body, with a look of embarrassment on his face.
I want to drag Huang Xing out to explain his condition.
Song Jiaoren, who was on the hospital bed, suddenly shouted: "I'm going to say it right here, I want to be a sensible person!"
Huang Xing signaled to the doctor to explain it clearly in front of Song Jiaoren, and the doctor had no choice but to agree: "Mr. Song's gunshot wounds were in two places, one on his arm and one on his back. The injury on his back happened to start from the spine."
It passed through the side of the bone, and I am afraid that the internal organs have been injured, and the bleeding here will not stop. I think that an operation must be done immediately to save Mr. Song’s life!”
"Well, you go prepare first and save Mr. Song no matter what!" Huang Xing said a few words, and the doctor left in a hurry. At this time, Song Jiaoren's head was sweating profusely, and he seemed to be in extreme pain.
"Keqiang, I'm in so much pain that I'm afraid I won't be able to endure it any longer. I just hate that my ambition has not been fulfilled. I have three things to entrust to the public, and everyone must do it!" Song Jiaoren squeezed out these few words from between his teeth.
In short, as soon as Yu Youren heard that Song Jiaoren was going to explain his will, he hurriedly took the pen and paper over!
Song Jiaoren endured the severe pain and said word by word: "First of all, all the books stored in Nanjing, Beijing and Tokyo have been donated to the Nanjing Library; secondly, I belong to the Han family, and my mother is still here, like me
After my death, I ask Keqiang, Duke and all my friends to take care of me. Thirdly, you should still work hard. Fortunately, my misfortune will not cause me to shrink back in life and give up my national responsibilities. I want to reconcile the north and the south, and I have worked hard, but I don’t expect it.
The thugs were unforgiving, misunderstood me, and put me to death. The pain I suffered was all of my own doing!”….
Huang Xing and others couldn't understand the meaning of Song Jiaoren's words, what was meant by reconciling the north and the south, and what was meant by the thugs not being forgiving. If Lao Yuan took action, there would be no misunderstanding at all. Song Jiaoren wanted to restrict Lao Yuan's power.
Lao Yuan naturally wanted to counterattack. The two sides were already in opposition, so there was no misunderstanding. It seemed that Song Jiaoren had already identified the murderer in his heart. Huang Xing also felt more and more regretful in his heart. He also saw through that Song Jiaoren's idea was very reasonable.
It was his own people who stabbed others in the back. It was precisely because of this that Huang Xing felt so sad in his heart. He kept asking himself, is this the revolution he has been pursuing for half his life? Is he an old comrade like his brother or the leader he recognizes?
Huang Xing couldn't help but tortured his conscience. At this time, Song Jiaoren could no longer speak. The doctor rushed over and injected him with some morphine. Song Jiaoren barely stopped the pain, but his whole body was shaking and blood was flowing from the wound.
Not only that, but after a while, several doctors rushed over, sent Song Jiaoren to the operating room, opened the wound, and took out the bullet. The bullet was not big, but very delicate. It seemed to be a bullet from a new pistol.
Song Jiaoren had completely lost his strength at this time and was just moaning. Huang Xing and others saw that it was extremely uncomfortable. After a while, Song Jiaoren seemed to have regained some strength and said in a sad voice: "Keqiang, give me some help."
The president sends a telegram!”
Huang Xing nodded in agreement, and the message was as follows:
President Yuan of Beijing: Ren Ben took the Shanghai-Nanjing train to Beijing at night to pay homage to Jun. At 10:45, he was suddenly shot from behind by a gangster at the station. The bullet entered from the upper waist to the lower abdomen. He was bound to die.
.Since receiving the education, Ji Shiren has been self-reliant. Although he is a widower, he has never been involved in private affairs. He has bad governance and has taken up reforms. He also attaches great importance to humanity and abides by justice and does not dare to have any idea of power. Today
The foundation of the country is not solid, the welfare of the people is not increasing, and if you let go of you suddenly, you will die. I hope that the president will be sincere, deliver justice, and do his best to protect the civil rights. In order for the country to have an unshakable constitution, even if it is dead, it will still be alive.
In the year of my death, I pray that I will accept my condolences before my death!
After barely finishing the telegram, Song Jiaoren passed out again. At this time, several famous Western doctors came for a consultation. They only said that the bullet had injured Song Jiaoren's intestines. They had a laparotomy and a bowel cleansing. After a long time, he could only urinate and defecate.
The bleeding continued, and the doctor said he had injured his kidneys, but at this time Song Jiaoren was exhausted and in a daze.
Huang Xing and others suppressed their grief and gathered around the hospital bed. Song Jiaoren was sent to the hospital in the evening. After a hard day, it was night again. Song Jiaoren reluctantly opened his eyes, with a look of reluctance in his eyes and a sad cry of pain.
"Keqiang, I can't survive. I remember Luo Ying was also injured. Is he okay?"
"Don't worry, Duchu, he is strong and absolutely fine!"
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have let him come out of Sichuan with me. I really hate that I didn't listen to Qiao Shunqing's advice to get to this day. I used a mantis as a chariot and overestimated my own capabilities!" Song Jiaoren cried out sadly, Huang Xing's ambition was shattered.
, grabbed Song Jiaoren's hand: "Don't worry, Duchu, I will definitely avenge you!"
Song Jiaoren's body suddenly twisted, and his soul returned to heaven and dispersed to the ninth level!
Huang Xing felt extremely painful at this time. Song Jiaoren's last words seemed to have pointed the finger at his former revolutionary comrades. However, there was still a trace of luck in Huang Xing's heart, and he was unwilling to believe the cruel reality, so he just turned on the electricity.
Demand a thorough investigation of the murderer.
Luo Ying, who was in another ward, had already undergone surgery to remove the bullet from his chest. Logically speaking, his injury was not serious, but Luo Ying's wound at this time was like Song Jiaoren's, oozing blood.
, and he was also unconscious. At this time, a group of people came to the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway Hospital, transferred Luo Ying away, and also took away the bullet taken out of his body.
"Sir, this bullet contains a special kind of poison. It's a miracle that this young man can survive to this day!"
There are different versions of Song Jiaoren's last words. The version obtained by Baidu seems to be somewhat distorted, so the version in Cai Dongfan's book was chosen.
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