Chapter four hundred and seventy seventh life and death
Beijing has always been very hot in the summer, making people breathless.
A sudden rain at night filled the whole of Beijing with a spring-like coolness. People living in the capital finally felt a sense of relaxation that they had not seen for a long time.
But the courtyard in an alley in Houhai, capital city, is filled with a tense, solemn and heavy atmosphere, which makes people breathless.
This is the second time Zhou Jimin has come to this house with three entrances and three exits in the past month, but every time he comes to this quaint and honest house, Zhou Jimin still feels extra special when he sees the armed police with guns and live ammunition outside the iron gate.
The tension is suppressed, and the mood is surprisingly heavy.
Following a well-dressed young man with steady steps, Zhou Jimin walked through the front yard and came to a house.
Stars gathered in front of the house, all with solemn expressions. When they saw Zhou Jimin coming, they all looked towards him.
Zhou Jimin suddenly felt a chilling aura coming towards him with their sharp and majestic gazes, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little heavier.
The room layout is simple and simple, revealing the heaviness and vicissitudes of history.
A thin old man was lying quietly on the bed with an infusion tube in his arm. There were many modern medical monitoring instruments beside the bed.
But such a thin old man who is critically ill, lying quietly on the bed, gives people an indescribable feeling of solemnity and majesty. When people see him, their heartbeat will speed up unconsciously.
Breathing also seems to become unsmooth.
As soon as Zhou Jimin stepped into this room, his attention was completely attracted by the thin old man lying quietly on the bed. He didn't even seem to notice the majestic man standing next to the old man's bed.
This is the seventh time Zhou Jimin has seen the old man in the past month. The first five times were in the hospital, and the last two times were in this room with a heavy sense of vicissitudes of life.
But looking at the thin old man on the bed, whose skin was as wrinkled as tree bark, and who could only breathe weakly, Zhou Jimin still seemed to feel a chilling and bloody smell coming towards him, and his heart beat twice heavily.
"My breathing also became heavier, as if the person lying on the bed was not a critically ill old man, but a killer general covered in blood, standing in a sea of blood.
Mr. Li, the only remaining founding father of China, a warrior who drank countless Japanese blood, finally embarked on his final journey home.
The dignified man beside the bed saw Zhou Jimin coming over, and with a heavy heart he slightly nodded at him.
Zhou Jimin walked to Mr. Li's bedside, first checked Mr. Li's meridians, then took out a long silver needle and carefully inserted a few needles into his brain.
Soon Mr. Li's wrinkled, yellow face seemed to turn rosy, and his weak and disordered breathing became smoother and stronger.
Mr. Li slowly opened his eyes. They were a pair of turbid old eyes, but they seemed to have a secretive look that made people dare not look at Li Li.
"Dr. Zhou, am I going to see the chairman soon?" Mr. Li's words were a little unclear and very slow. But he showed the open-mindedness of a soldier who sees through life and death and the majesty that cannot be resisted.
Zhou Jimin turned to look at the man waiting by the bed. He was a well-dressed man with stylishly trimmed hair. Standing quietly to the side, he could give people a calm, capable and dignified middle-aged man.
"You don't have to look at him, you are a doctor, you make the decision." Mr. Li said in a voice that was unclear but could not tolerate resistance.
The middle-aged man had a helpless smile on his face and nodded slightly at Zhou Jimin.
"Yes," Zhou Jimin said truthfully, "how many days do you think we have left?" Mr. Li asked lightly, "as if he was asking about a very common and commonplace matter."
Zhou Jimin hesitated for a moment and said, "We can delay it for another ten days."
The middle-aged man's body trembled slightly, and his majestic face showed helplessness, deep pain, and a trace of deeply hidden worry.
"Is there any way for me to go to the chairman soberly?" Mr. Li continued to ask casually.
A little cold sweat broke out on Zhou Jimin's forehead, but he finally said: "Yes, yes," but in this case..."
"That's fine. Lying around in a daze for ten days is nothing compared to living for one day with complete clarity." Mr. Li interrupted Zhou Jimin, and then turned his cloudy eyes to the middle-aged man.
"You can notify them to come back," Mr. Li said slowly.
"It's dad," the middle-aged man, Mr. Li's third son Li Decai, who is currently the only powerful official to ministerial figure in the Li family, replied with a heavy heart.
Mr. Li is the only remaining founding father, "a real soldier forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood." Although he is old and retired, he still has great intimidation and appeal. Even when he was critically ill, he was even the number one leader of the country.
He would come to ask and visit from time to time. The generals outside were his subordinates, or their children. They all held military power. It can be said that as long as he was around, even if there was only one member of the Li family left, they would still be strong.
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It's just that Mr. Li is going to go in the end." Just like a towering tree suddenly falling down, the children of the Li family living under this towering tree suddenly felt inexplicable trembling, even the high-ranking Li Degui was no exception.
Moreover, Li De is estimated to be the actual helmsman of the Li family now and has a deep sense of crisis and urgency.
With Mr. Li here, he can calmly prepare for the position of the next deputy prime minister and fight against political opponents without fear. But once Mr. Li leaves, it is not difficult for Li De to imagine that the situation will suddenly turn against the Li family.
It has become extremely unfavorable and complicated, and the Li family's opponents will inevitably take advantage of the situation to counterattack.
"The Li family, which was originally in a normal position, will stand on the edge of the storm in the blink of an eye after Mr. Li's death. If you are not careful, you may end up with the tragic end of a shipwreck and death."
It would be great if I could wait another year and a half. Li Decai sighed heavily in his heart, but he couldn't say these words.
"And Bohan." Speaking of Bohan, Mr. Li's voice became obviously heavier and trembling a little. He was no longer as calm and calm as before.
"I have informed him that he is back, and he should be back today," Li Decai replied respectfully, but a look of worry flashed in his eyes, and then the worry was replaced by a stern look.
"As soon as my father leaves, the situation of the Li family is in danger." We must not allow that boy to run amok in the capital. It's really not okay. After his father is done, we will immediately send him abroad.
What Mr. Li was thinking was completely different from what Li Decai was thinking at this time. He thought of his second son lying in a pool of blood, and of the hateful look his youngest grandson looked at him when he was still a toddler.
The old man slowly closed his eyes, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes seemed to be moist.
A tiger's poison will not kill his son, but for the sake of the Republic and the Li family, he personally sent his second son home.
When Zhou Jimin saw such a tough man, he suddenly seemed to remember some sad past, and his whole body suddenly became like an ordinary old man. His heart trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "There is a person, if he is willing to
Help, even if Mr. Li lives for a few more years, it will not be a problem."
"Really, who is he?" When Li Decai, who was worried, heard this, he grabbed Zhou Jimin's arm and asked urgently.
Mr. Li also opened his eyes, but his eyes were not looking at Zhou Jimin, but at Li Decai sternly, with a look of reproach and disappointment.
"Is the sky falling? Am I already dead?" Mr. Li asked vaguely, but with a breathless majesty.
Li Decai hurriedly let go of his hand in shame. His eyes were a little afraid to look at Mr. Li.
Seeing this, Mr. Li turned his attention to Zhou Jimin and said with a smile: "Dr. Zhou, to be honest, I still want to live a few more days." I want to see what our country will become, and I want to see what future generations will have.
He is very promising, but you have only now said that person. "I think that person must be a master outside the world. Please look at your help. If you can help me, please do it. If you can't help me, don't be embarrassed."
As he spoke, Mr. Li glanced at Li Deqi sternly, with a deep warning.
Li Decai caught Mr. Li's gaze and hurriedly lowered his head to avoid it, but a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Although the old man is old, his heart understands better than anything else. Seeing this, Zhou Jimin sighed secretly, but said: "Yes, then I will give him a call now."
"Just call here." Mr. Li moved his fingers slightly, indicating that Zhou Jimin didn't need to go out to make a phone call.
Zhou Jimin was slightly startled, then he took out his cell phone and dialed Yu Ziqing's number.
On the train, Yu Ziqing was upset because Qian Mengqi had left his phone. But at this moment, his cell phone rang. He hurriedly picked up the phone and saw that it belonged to Zhou Jimin. He couldn't help but frown slightly.
"Jimin, what's the matter?" Yu Ziqing answered the phone and asked straight to the point because he was in a bad mood.
"There is a patient who is critically ill, I think." As soon as Zhou Jimin heard Yu Ziqing's voice, his heart trembled slightly for no reason, and he bravely said cautiously.
In this world, birth, aging, illness and death are normal. Yu Ziqing is not a savior. If someone is critically ill, he needs to save him. It’s strange that he doesn’t die of exhaustion. Moreover, Zhou Jimin has passed on some of his medical skills, and he has a ray of true energy to help him.
, if even he can't do anything, I'm afraid this person is destined to be like this.
But after all, Zhou Jimin had some fate with him. Yu Ziqing frowned slightly, suppressed the impatience in his heart, and interrupted: "Who is the patient? Is it your family or friend?"
Although birth, old age, illness and death are destined, if it is Zhou Jimin's family or friends, Yu Ziqing will still get involved and do something against nature. But if it is an ordinary patient, then let God do whatever he wants. He will not go out of his way to do it.
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Of course Zhou Jimin could hear the meaning behind Yu Ziqing’s words. He was moved and didn’t dare to hide it at all. He said honestly: “No.”
As for Mr. Li's identity, Zhou Jimin cleverly did not mention that for a figure as divine as Yu Ziqing, what difference does it make between a common man and a founding father? If he deliberately pointed out his identity, it might arouse his resentment.
"Since it's not the case, then life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor. You do your best." Yu Ziqing said directly who the other party was. But he stopped asking.
