Chapter five hundred and eighty seventh a good family
Wang Xuanzhen stared blankly at the interrogator opposite.
"In the face of absolute interests, what is friendship? If a father, son, mother and daughter have property, they will go to court, and if a sibling is successful and a woman becomes an enemy, your comrades may drag you to block bullets in order to survive." The policeman looked at Wang Xuanzhen, quite sincerely.
He said: "Do you think this case of yours can be measured by the word friendship? One of them died and the other was disabled. If you explain it, it will be considered lenient. If we wait until we put the certification and physical evidence in the court, you will
To add insult to injury, there is a saying that you die early and are reincarnated early. You may not die, but with reprieve, are indefinite and fifteen-year terms the same concept? You can weigh it yourself."
The interrogator patted Wang Xuanzang's handcuffed arm and stood up to leave. Wang Xuanzang thought for a while and asked: "I have an accomplice. If you didn't catch the one who ran away, can this matter be finalized?"
"Uh-huh" the policeman looked down at Wang Xuanzhen on the bed and smiled: "Who said he ran away?"
"Huh?" Wang Xuanzhen was stunned.
The policeman continued with a smile: "Dead people don't need to be sentenced or interrogated. Isn't that unnecessary? Taxpayers will say that we wasted people and money, and now you are the only one left without hiring, so we came here to ask questions. Do you understand?"
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"Bang Dang" the police closed the door and left.
Wang Xuanzhen was stunned for a few minutes before murmuring: "Impossible, this is impossible... You are deceiving me. How could Lao Xiang die? He will not die if anyone dies.
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Xiang Que was not dead. He woke up after being in a coma for a day and night in the health center of Ma'an Village. At least twice during this day and night, the village doctor, Old Man Jiang, discussed with the Cao family's grandparents and asked them to send the person to the county.
You can go to the hospital, or you can send her directly to the crematorium.
For more than a day, Xiang Que had more air coming out and less air coming in. He even suffered cardiac arrest once. His high fever never went away, and he couldn't stop pumping water one after another.
The wound had been treated with anti-inflammation, but symptoms of infection still appeared. Even the village doctor, Old Man Jiang, didn't know that there was still a bullet in his patient's head that had not been removed.
"With his high fever, I wanted to spread an egg on him at night when I didn't eat. He would definitely be cooked. Brother Cao, do you think there is any redeeming value for a person like this? 90%
Nine people will not survive." Old Man Jiang sighed and said: "Your family, Cao, are all warm-hearted. My son had a leg broken while trying to save others, and his daughter-in-law worked as a nanny for two years.
It’s because I didn’t ask for a penny of my wages, and my grandson is quite smart. He’s almost 20 years old, and he hasn’t found a partner yet. Your family is so poor, but you still do good things all the time. What do you think you are trying to do?”
"Haha, I just want peace of mind, peace of mind is enough, not much," Old Cao Tou said with a dry smile while sitting at the door of the health center, smoking cheap cigarettes.
"Grandpa, let's have some food. You've been here for more than a day." Cao Haoran brought two steamed buns and a green onion from home and handed them over.
Old Jiang looked at the dinner that the Cao family's grandparents had for dinner quite speechlessly, and said: "Come on, follow me back to the house to have something to eat. My family stewed chicken and mushrooms today, and I still have a bottle of Laobaigan at home. It's okay anyway, let's
Go over and have a drink, and wait while you drink, maybe someone will die after just one drink."
"That's so embarrassing." Grandpa scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.
"I'm convinced of you. I'm so stupid that I'm so honest." Old man Cao from the village said angrily: "Don't be polite. I don't do it for anything else. I just want to say a word. Good people are rare. Let's go and follow your grandson."
Let’s eat something together”
In the bathroom where Xiang Que was fetching water, Old Man Jiang's wife set up the table and served food, and greeted the Cao family's grandparents.
In Ma'an Village, the Cao family's popularity has always been recognized as good. Why?
Because from the oldest to the youngest, no one in this family has bad intentions. They are all honest and good people. They usually help anyone who is in trouble. Even if something happens in the village and their family suffers,
They didn't argue, so over time, although Lao Cao's family was living a hard life in poverty, none of the villagers in Ma'an Village hated them.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, after drinking a bottle of Laobaigan, the two old men were a little confused and sat at the wine table chatting.
Cao Haoran sat on the stool in front of the hospital bed, leaning his chin and staring unblinkingly at Xiang Que, who was still drinking water.
This young man is quite considerate. After all, he saved this person himself. It would be a pity if he died here. If he didn't die, he would have done a great good deed.
"Haoran, I'm touching his nose to see if he has breathed his last." Old man Jiang, the village doctor, asked with blurred eyes while burping from wine.
"Oh, Mr. Jiang." Haoran put two fingers in front of the patient's nose and felt it carefully for a moment. Although his breathing was quite weak, he was still alive.
Haoran Hu turned around and shook his head, and Old Man Jiang said helplessly: "This young man's life is really not ordinary. He has been injured like this and he is not dead yet. I don't know what good fortune he had in the first half of his life."
"Brother Jiang, can this person be saved? It's been more than a day."
"If he can survive tonight and not die, it's really hard to say."
"Grandpa, Master Jiang, Master Jiang..." Cao Haoran turned around in surprise and said: "Wake up, wake up, people wake up."
"Ah?" Old Jiang jumped up from the wine table and walked to the hospital bed. The man on the bed was awake and blinking with two dazed eyes open.
After a long while, Old Man Jiang realized what he was doing and first felt his pulse, then took out his stethoscope and listened.
"You're lucky, I'm really alive," Old Man Jiang said with some disbelief.
One day and one night.
After a day and night of torment, the corpses fished out of the Yongding River by the Cao family and their grandson finally came to life completely, and their vital signs began to show signs of improvement.
"Are you okay?" Grandpa asked nervously.
"The fever has begun to subside, and the wound inflammation and infection have also eased. If nothing else, everything will be fine." Old man Jiang patted Grandpa Cao on the shoulder and said, "Your Cao family has done another good thing. If this person hadn't touched
As for you, if he soaks in the river for a while, the gods will not be able to save him."
"Haha, it's better not to die. It's better not to die." Old Man Cao smiled dryly, and there was an inexplicable joy in his words. He didn't do anything for anything, just because he saved someone's life.
Happy.
What does it mean to be a good person?
It's easy to write good words, but it's really hard to be a good person. Who can do a good thing occasionally, but it must be difficult to do it for the whole family for a lifetime.
It is said that the Cao family lives a miserable life, but since Xiang Que was rescued yesterday, who can say clearly what the future fate of the Cao family will be like?
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