Putting down the phone, Xue Laosan ran out like a gust of wind.
Rushing to the gate, Xue Laosan ignored the obstruction of the gate and stretched out his hand to push. The armed police soldiers on both sides swayed to both sides like tops.
He saw a three-wheeler, right next to the gate, and the key happened to be stuck on it. Xue Laosan jumped on it, kicked it, and the motorcycle roared, and he sped out.
Xue Laosan drove at the maximum speed until he reached the main entrance of Songzhu Zhai, and even the guard box at the entrance of the alley was rushed past.
When he rushed in, Lao An's house was already very lively. There were many men, women, adults and children. Xue Xiang had basically seen them all, and they were all close relatives of Lao An's family.
A group of people did not enter the nave, but scattered in the courtyard, each anxious.
Seeing Xue Xiang's arrival, Mrs. An Zaijiang was the first to greet him. She reached out and grabbed Xue Xiang's hand, her eyes were red, "Xiao Xiang, old man, I'm afraid the old man may not be able to survive!"
Because Xue Xiang helped her solve the problem of An Zaijiang's manhood, the couple was so happy that they gave birth to Lin's son early. Therefore, Mrs. An was the closest to Xue Xiang.
In the previous phone call, An Zaijiang was vague and only urged Xue Xiang to come quickly without explaining the situation.
Xue Laosan was still mentally prepared, guessing that Mr. An must be in some condition. However, guessing was one thing, but confirming it was another.
As soon as Mrs. An's words came out, Xue Laosan's heart suddenly thumped and his eyes turned red.
At this moment, Xue Laosan did not consider the political success or failure. He also knew that if Mr. An had any shortcomings, it would be a huge loss to the two Xue and An families who now seem to be in the same boat through thick and thin.
Today, Xue Anyuan is the new leader. But Mr. An is still the real Dinghai Shenzhen. If the old man has three advantages and two shortcomings, it is simply unimaginable how big the shock will be.
However, at this moment, Xue Laosan didn't make any political considerations at all, and his heart was already filled with deep sadness and sorrow.
Over the years, Mr. An's help and care for him can be said to be indescribable. In Xue Laosan's heart, Mr. An has already become a relative.
Before he could speak, Lao Wang, who was standing on the steps looking anxiously, had already rushed over. He whispered to Mrs. An, took Xue Laosan's hand and walked towards the house.
After passing through the deserted main room, Xue Laosan was dragged by Lao Wang into Mr. An's study.
The study room is still the same as before, small and old, with no modern photos. More than ten candles illuminate the darkroom, which is full of shadows.
The thick, bitter smell of medicinal soup permeated the room.
Seeing Xue Xiang's arrival, An Zaijiang, who was waiting on the side, suddenly stood up and came forward, "Third brother, you're finally here!"
An Zaijiang's beard was unkempt, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked haggard. He appeared to be suffering from excessive trauma.
Xue Laosan patted An Zaijiang on the shoulder and did not answer. Instead, he walked straight towards Mr. An on the hospital bed.
Arriving at the edge of the bed, he squatted down and looked carefully at the old man on the bed.
This is an old face full of vicissitudes of life. Compared with the few times I have seen him before, the old man today seems a little stranger.
The cheekbones are abnormally high due to excessive weight loss. The whole face looks like wrinkled skin wrapped with dead wood. The huge age spots are shocking. The cheeks are filled with a sickly red color. The long withered skin on the eyes is soft and droopy. His breathing is so light that Mr. Xue
The three masters of martial arts are almost unquestionable.
Xue Laosan reached out and put his hand on the old man's wrist. After half a minute, he put his hand down and said, "Uncle San, what's going on? What's wrong with the old man?"
Xue Laosan is proficient in Chinese martial arts. Chinese martial arts originally emphasizes the training and study of the human body. He has no master in the study of meridians. Although he is far from a master of traditional Chinese medicine, he still has the ability to feel and inquire about the pulse.
Just now he checked Mr. An's pulse and found out that Mr. An's life was fine, but his breath was weak and his body was severely exhausted. However, the specific symptoms were beyond the control of his fake Chinese medicine doctor.
An Zaijiang said, "Last night, after dinner, the old man read a few newspapers and then started to study the chess records. He kept working on it until the morning before falling asleep. He listened to everyone's advice and didn't eat breakfast. He could only sleep until noon.
When I got up, I immediately felt dizzy. Lao Wang
He hurriedly called me. When I arrived, the doctor on duty was already rescuing him. The old man didn't last long before he fell asleep. I asked the doctor and he said it was a mild myocardial infarction. He managed to get over, but the situation was extremely bad. If
If I don’t have enough time to rest and recuperate, I’m afraid I won’t be able to last long.”
It turns out that as Mr. An got older, he became more impatient with worldly things. Instead, he became more and more obsessed with chess. He not only studied the techniques, but also collected ancient music, and often stayed up late into the night, even if he didn't hesitate.
Playing chess is hard work, especially mental energy. The elderly have a hobby of playing chess, which is an excellent entertainment and can prevent Alzheimer's disease. However, if you indulge in this way, it will inevitably consume excessive mental energy and harm the body. And the old man
I don’t pay attention to work and rest rules and often stay up late.
And staying up late is a bad habit that is very harmful to the body. Young people who often stay up late will inevitably have their eyes dizzy and their heart beats, let alone an old man like Mr. An.
If you hold on and endure it, as time goes by, you will eventually suffer the consequences you have today.
"Send to the hospital, why haven't you sent to the hospital yet? Stay at home, what's going on? Third uncle, you're not confused!"
Xue Xiang was a little excited.
Lao Wang said in a deep voice, "The old man doesn't want to go to the hospital. He doesn't believe in Western medicine. He doesn't smell the medicinal soup in the room. The old man said that he would rather die than go to Western medicine."
After that, he said to An Zaijiang, "Now the old man's condition is barely stable. Zai Jiang, don't forget about business."
An Zaijiang shivered, slapped his forehead hard, and said, "Lao San, you have to make up your mind about the matter now. Before going to bed, the old man said two things. One was that he was not allowed to go to the hospital. The other was that he was not allowed to go to the hospital.
The second sentence is to come to you."
Xue Laosan pondered for a moment and said, "I understand what I mean. If I don't go to the hospital, I won't go. The three of us still can't decide on the rest. We have to wait for the uncle to come back."
Xue Laosan naturally knew that Mr. An was in a critical moment, and he did not forget the meaning of asking An Zaijiang to come to him.
I just hope that he, Xue Laosan, can take charge of the An family when the old man is unable to take charge.
Xue Laosan knew that this was Mr. An's good intentions, and it was also Xue Laosan's unreserved trust in him.
If this moment was really critical, Xue Laosan would definitely take over this heavy burden without hesitation, but at the moment, it is far from being very critical.
The old man's condition is stable and there is no fear of his life. There is room for many things to be changed.
In addition, An Zai Jiang and Lao Wang were here, most of An's confidants and generals were away, and several pillars were not at home either.
Some people pay attention to whether Xue Laosan is easy to take or do it, because no one will execute it after taking it.
The final calculation still needs to be implemented by An Zaihai and others, so his first decision is to wait for the arrival of the pillars.
Mr. An's two sons-in-law made Xue Xiang wait, and they came one after another at public expense for more than half an hour after Mr. Xue arrived.
Zuo Qiuming's position has not changed. He is still in the Central Propaganda Department to replace him as deputy minister. He has only improved his ranking in the party committee team of the Central Propaganda Department, but there has been no actual progress in the party's prefectural committees.
Mr. An's youngest son-in-law, Chen Dao, is now the executive deputy director of the Third Supervision Office of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection. He is a dignified department-level cadre with a rotating rank. Compared with his previous position at the local level, there is no progress, but the real power in his hands has been greatly increased.
leap.
If he goes to the provincial level again, Director Chen will have to be assigned a heavyweight deputy provincial position.
We had not seen each other for a long time. When we met this time, in addition to visiting the old man and discussing his condition, we also had to exchange pleasantries.
Both Zuo Qiuming and Chen Dao knew the importance of Xue Xiang in the old man's mind, and they could be said to obey his advice. They wanted to gain the old man's favor and had always been friendly to Xue Xiang.
But now, Xue Xiang is the Qianlong Tengyuan, soaring thousands of miles, and has already become a giant tree, becoming a self-contained entity. As the crown prince of the Xue family, Xue Xiang's future is limitless.
In the minds of Zuo Qiuming and Chen Dao nowadays, this Xue Yanei could be with him on the same day at his own expense. During the conversation, Zuo and Chen were cordial and even more respectful.
Xue Laosan was well aware of the origin of this change and would not point it out, so he quietly accompanied the two elders to talk.
An Zaihai was in southern Fujian. After receiving the news, he came back in a hurry, but the two places were thousands of miles apart. Although Xue Laosan urgently asked Qi Rusheng to arrange military planes, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon when An Zaihai walked in the door.
Stepping into the main room, closing the door, he went to visit his father in the back room, and asked about his condition. When he returned to the main room, Mr. An lost his temper at An Zaijiang, "Secretary An, do you have any brains? How old are you? What?"
Nothing is trivial or serious. Can dad's affairs be publicized? If it breaks a big deal!"
Seeing that the old man who looked like a god at first was now sick and dying, An Zaihai's mood was unprecedentedly bad.
After entering the house, I saw groups of old, weak, women and children everywhere. The fire of ignorance from An Zaihai immediately rushed out three thousand feet and had nowhere to go. Naturally, it had no choice but to rush towards Anzai River.
An Zaihai was not angry, and An Zaijiang was not in a good mood. After struggling for a day, Shuimi had not beaten his teeth, and he was already mentally and physically exhausted. When An Zaihai scolded him for no reason, An Zaijiang immediately became angry.
He was also secretly ignited, "Second brother, you have fire
You were angry, find a place to vent your anger, what are you yelling at me? Did I leak out the news about dad's illness? Why was I so stupid, I took a loudspeaker and yelled everywhere, so I told the third child and two brothers-in-law
,Why, among the three of them, who do you think is an outsider?"
An Zaihai glanced at the whole place and said in a deep voice, "How did the news leak out?"
"You ask me, I ask who to go with!"
An Zaijiang huffed, took out the cigarette case, and was about to smoke when he suddenly thought of his father in the room, and slapped the cigarette on the chair with a snap.
"In Hai, my father is sick. You are anxious. Who is not anxious? As soon as you come back, you will scold this and scold that. What are you doing?"
Zuo Qiuming spoke with a cold voice. (To be continued...)