Chapter 509 Director: Xiao Xu, you have a lot of sex scenes in this copy
"Old Mao, what did you say?"
Outside the Wayao Factory.
Huang Weiguo, who was originally assisting Wang Changlin Wei (sou) to protect (xun) the scene (te), suddenly stopped what he was doing without warning.
He opened his eyes like bells, stared at Mao Xiao in front of him, and asked:
"Is there anyone else in the workshop?"
Mao Xiao nodded heavily and wiped the sweat from his forehead randomly:
"That's right, it was right next to the punching machine when I found it."
Upon hearing this, Huang Weiguo suddenly had countless questions in his mind.
Is there anyone in the workshop?
How is this possible?
Obviously all the workers are assigned to dig ditches today.
But soon.
Huang Weiguo threw these questions behind his mind, swallowed his saliva, and asked Mao Xiao:
"How are you doing now?"
"I carried him out. The burns were a bit serious and he was still unconscious."
Upon seeing this, Huang Weiguo turned and looked at Wang Changlin. After several years of tacit cooperation, the two of them instantly understood each other's thoughts without the need for communication.
Huang Weiguo grabbed Mao Xiao's arm and said seriously:
"Where is he now? Take me there quickly and take a look!"
Mao Xiao pointed to a certain direction:
"He was sent to the commune health center. I don't know if he can be saved... Come with me."
Say it.
He shook out the towel full of soot, put it on his shoulder, and quickly led Huang Weiguo and Wang Changlin in a certain direction.
...
At this time.
Domestic medical resources have always been in a relatively fragmented situation - counties in developed areas basically have relatively well-established hospitals, and the equipment is not particularly backward.
For example, the Juancheng County People's Hospital in Haidai Province acquired an X-ray machine last year and has the ability to perform X-ray examinations.
But on the other hand.
The medical facilities in backward areas are on a completely different level...even the world.
Take Guide County as an example.
Although Guide County People's Hospital was established in 1950, guess what the main business of the county hospital is now?
The answer is pig farming.
Nowadays, it is actually the commune health centers of the five subordinate communes that really play a medical role.
And the establishment of these health centers...
At least two people and at most three people. (Refer to Guide County Chronicle)
And usually only one of the two or three people is a real doctor, and the remaining two are 'nurses' - actually they are called midwives, and it is not difficult to see from the literal meaning the main business they are responsible for.
Wait a few more years.
The doctors in these commune hospitals would hold a little red book, which gave rise to a group of people with immeasurable merit in Chinese history:
Barefoot doctor.
As for the little red book, it's...
"The Barefoot Doctor's Handbook".
Together with the "Military Military Training Manual" and "Friends of Military and Civilian Talents", it is known as the three essential sacred books for time travellers.
...........
Like the medical level, the health center of the Anding Brigade is also quite crude.
The health clinic is only one story high and is divided into two compartments, front and rear.
The front hall is about ten square meters, with a doctor's consultation table in the middle and two long benches on both sides for patients waiting for treatment to rest.
To the left of the consultation table is an aisle that connects to the back room. There is a curtain hanging from top to bottom of the aisle, and behind it is the back room.
That is what is called...
'emergency room.'
When Mao Xiao, Huang Weiguo and Wang Changlin rushed to the commune health center, the area from the entrance steps to the front hall was already crowded with melon-eating people on three floors inside and three outside.
If it weren't for a young girl in her twenties who was keeping order, all these melon-eaters would have rushed into the back room.
After all, for people of any age, it is indeed a rare thing for someone to be burned by fire.
"Give way, give way! President Wang is here!"
Fortunately, Mao Xiao's voice was very loud. After roaring loudly, he shouted out a passage from the crowd.
Then Huang Weiguo and Wang Changlin quickly walked into the 'rescue room' at the back.
This 'rescue room' is smaller than the front hall, about six or seven square meters in size, with a small light bulb hanging from the top.
At the same time, there is a small cabinet for medicine standing next to the wall. In addition, there is a bed in the center of the room.
At this moment.
Lying on this bed is a "person" whose body is charred:
The man's right sleeve was half-length, and there was a hideous burn wound on the left knee of his trousers. Thick gauze was wrapped from his chest to his arm.
But even so.
The reddish burnt color can also be seen on the exposed skin.
There was no breath visible on his whole body, and there were burn wounds on his face. Only his chest was rising and falling slightly.
Even a veteran like Huang Weiguo, who had survived the Zhongyuanshan meat grinder, couldn't help but frown when he saw this situation.
The person who was rescuing the man at this time was an old doctor in his sixties, and beside him stood a woman in her thirties with a face full of vicissitudes of life.
The old doctor held a small clay pot in one hand and a small brush in the other, his brows furrowed and his eyes somewhat solemn.
After a while, he put the brush into the clay pot and dipped it in some black sticky plaster, and carefully applied it on the unconscious man's body, his movements were quite gentle.
Each time he paints an area.
The woman then stepped forward and wrapped it in gauze.
Huang Weiguo, an old doctor, knew him well. His name was Yao Fuchuan, and he was one of the few doctors in Guide County.
Yao Fuchuan knows a little bit about Western medicine and Chinese medicine, but his skills are not exquisite, and the medicines he prescribes are generally very conservative.
Although he never killed anyone, he also didn't cure any serious diseases.
Yao Fuchuan was seriously applying medicine to the 'burnt corpse' when he heard some noise and then raised his head, frowning and said:
"Who is it? Didn't I tell you not to come in...Um? President Wang? Why are you here?"
Wang Changlin still respected the old doctor. He smiled politely and said:
"Well, I just came back with the militiamen from training. I heard that someone was dug out from the fire scene, so I came over to take a look."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Then he glanced at the unconscious person and asked tentatively:
"Mr. Yao, I didn't know that this person is now..."
Yao Fuchuan was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly:
"The degree of burns is very high, the wound infection is very serious, and many wounds have suppurated."
"And you see, the burn wounds on his face are also shocking. Even if he recovers, he will definitely be disfigured, not to mention that the current situation is not even the so-called 'even'..."
"If nothing else happens, President Wang, please turn right when you go out and go to Wangji Coffin Shop to buy a coffin. Maybe it will be needed tomorrow."
Wang Changlin:
"...."
Then he pondered for a moment, sighed, turned to Mao Xiao and asked:
"Comrade Mao Xiao, you are the workshop director of Wayao. Please confirm first. Is this a worker in your workshop?"
Mao Xiao quickly shook his head:
"Absolutely not."
"Why are you so sure?"
Mao Xiao glanced at Huang Weiguo, pointed at the person on the bed, and explained:
"Our brick kiln factory has stopped working since the morning to repair canals. I just counted the numbers after lunch and found that every person in the five workshops, No. 247, is missing."
"And although I didn't dare to touch him on the way to send him here, I did look at him a few times - his clothes were burned to ashes, but some shape could be seen in his shoes."
"I'm sure he's not wearing rubber shoes from our factory!"
Hearing Mao Xiao's words.
Wang Changlin's eyes couldn't help but reveal a trace of thought.
Today, in order to ensure that Lao Guo and the others do not have any mistakes in the delivery of materials.
After discussing with Huang Weiguo, he specially arranged the work of repairing canals for the workers of the Wayao Factory in the name of the commune - the construction site was quite far from the Wayao Factory.
Except for middle-level leaders like Mao Xiao who hand over the progress back and forth and return the tableware by the way.
There are certainly no workers working in the factory today.
If not.
The fire in the kiln was not discovered until it burned to an uncontrollable level.
Think of this.
Wang Changlin touched his chin again and guessed:
"That is to say...this person probably slipped in from outside?"
Mao Xiao nodded and recounted the guesses he had made with his coworkers along the way:
"That's right, and the punch press in the workshop is very heavy. He definitely can't move it by himself, so I guess he probably came in to steal the tiles."
"The tiles from our factory are high-quality tiles specially supplied to Shanzhou, and they are very popular among the people. Although they cannot be sold for a lot of money, it is not difficult to exchange them for eggs, potatoes or even food stamps."
After hearing what Mao Xiao said.
Huang Weiguo, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help but nodded.
This is actually his idea too.
Even though the punch press in the workshop looks like a crooked melon and a cracked jujube, it seems like it can't produce anything good.
But in fact.
In today's Xihai Province, the products of Huang Weiguo and his tile kiln factory really don't have many rivals.
After all, it is a peripheral unit carefully prepared by the superiors, and it must be technically sound, otherwise the secret will be exposed.
In order to ensure that the product quality is excellent enough, the mine also obtained a technology from a certain material research institute in Yanjing that can increase the wind pressure resistance of the product.
Therefore, in the area around Guide as the center, the tiles from the Tile Kiln Factory are still very popular:
Xihai Province has been plagued by wind and sand since ancient times, so the demand for tiles...or the loss has always been high.
In previous years, during the Chinese New Year and festivals.
Huang Weiguo would distribute some tiles from the factory to the employees, which was nominally an "employee benefit" for them to use to repair their own houses.
But most workers would quietly take the tiles to the countryside and exchange them with people, and they could often get some eggs, vegetables or even live poultry.
That's why.
In the past few years, various thieves have often visited Tile Kiln Factory.
Some of these little thieves are naughty children. They will throw in one piece today and steal two pieces tomorrow. After gathering a basket, they will find someone to exchange for candies.
Some are real thieves.
There are real thieves who steal alone, and there are also gangs who commit crimes.
Most of their infiltration methods were by climbing over walls. At most, Huang Weiguo and his team even threw nearly a ton of tiles.
So logically.
There was a little thief who heard that the whole factory was digging ditches today, so he came to steal things. In theory, it seems quite reasonable...
Then Wang Changlin and Huang Weiguo looked at each other again, and Wang Changlin winked outside.
The two found a reason to leave Mao Xiao where he was, and went out to find a remote open space to chat.
Huang Weiguo first took out a dry cigarette from his pocket, held it in his mouth, and asked Wang Changlin:
"President, what do you think?"
Wang Changlin thought for a moment and expressed his stance:
"Personally, I agree with Comrade Mao Xiao's idea. Judging from the situation on the scene, it doesn't look like the enemy agent's approach."
Huang Weiguo nodded faintly.
If an enemy agent wants to enter a brick kiln to cause damage - let alone how stupid he is to do so, just talk about his plan of action first. In theory, there are only three possibilities:
Make an explosion,
Destroy punch equipment,
or.....
set fire.
Among them, explosion can be eliminated in this incident, which means that his purpose is only the latter two.
Then here comes the problem.
Although the punch press in the Wayao Factory is valuable, it is obviously not something that one person can destroy alone - after all, the possibility of explosives has been ruled out.
As for setting fire...
The total area of the No. 2 furnace is not small, but it is not large, not to mention that the fire occurred in broad daylight.
Normally, unless you have a heart attack immediately after setting the fire, you fall to the ground and cannot move.
Otherwise, the arsonist would have been able to leave the workshop immediately after setting the fire, and it would not have been burned like this anyway.
This is what Wang Changlin calls the sense of behavioral disobedience.
But if the other party is a thief, then everything becomes reasonable again:
This person sneaked into the factory when no one was around and wanted to steal the finished tiles in the production workshop.
The result was unexpected.
While we were laying tiles, the high-voltage wire outside was burned out by the sun, igniting the wooden windows and production materials, and started a fire.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Since the fire started outside, he did not notice it at first.
By the time the fire became intense, it was too late for the man to run away, and he was choked by the smoke and fainted at the scene.
After all, the punch machine is located more than ten meters away from the entrance.
Other than that.
This would also explain why the man was lying near the punch:
The stamping module...that is, the area where finished tiles are stored is only one meter away from the punching machine. If you want to steal tiles, you must pass through here.
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Think of this.
While Wang Changlin was relieved, he couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart.
According to Yao Fuchuan.
The thief probably won't survive tonight.
What he committed was not a heinous crime that was unforgivable. In fact, it could be corrected through education - at least it was possible to correct it.
The punishment of death is indeed a bit cruel.
More importantly.
Judging from Wang Changlin’s past experience of ‘catching thieves’.
Most of these thieves come from the villages below or even out of town. It is not easy to find his family when they are almost disfigured.
In other words, he may become a "missing person" forever.
And just when Wang Changlin was about to discuss the characterization of the incident with Huang Weiguo, a greeting suddenly sounded next to him:
"Hey, Director Huang!"
Wang Changlin took advantage of the situation and took a look.
I saw an open space seven or eight meters away from them.
At this time, a man in his fifties and wearing glasses stood, and beside him stood another thin young man.
The two of them kept a distance from each other and were smiling and waving.
Then Wang Changlin didn't wait to ask.
Huang Weiguo raised his eyebrows and asked with strong surprise and worry in his tone:
"Comrade Guo? Comrade Cai?"
After saying that, Huang Weiguo walked forward quickly, looked around covertly, and said to Lao Guo nervously:
"Comrade Guo, Comrade Cai, why are you two here? This... this risk is too great."
Hearing this, Lao Guo smiled and patted Huang Weiguo's palm twice and said:
"Director Huang, don't worry. We stayed in the factory for a while beforehand. We waited until Battalion Commander Lin sent someone out to find out some information and made sure it was safe before we came here."
"Firstly, I want to tell you that our supplies have been moved. Secondly, I heard that someone was rescued from the fire, so I came over to see the situation."
Cai Shaohui on the side heard this and couldn't help but glance at Lao Guo again.
Install, continue to install.
It was obviously Battalion Commander Lin who urged the convoy to return. Lao Guo was worried that he would not be able to get those fish, so he forced himself to find Huang Weiguo, okay?
Of course.
The previous statement that they came here only when they were sure it was safe was indeed true, otherwise Battalion Commander Lin would not have let them leave the Wayao Factory.
And opposite them.
Seeing that Lao Guo and Cai Shaohui had already arrived here, Huang Weiguo could only shake his head as if resigned to his fate.
Then he turned around and introduced Wang Changlin in a low voice:
"President Wang, these two are the special commissioners from the mine. This is Comrade Guo, and this is Comrade Cai."
"Comrade Guo, Comrade Cai, this is President Wang, and he is one of our own."
Wang Changlin quickly shook hands with Lao Guo and Cai Shaohui enthusiastically:
"Comrade Guo, Comrade Cai, I have admired you for a long time."
After letting go.
Lao Guo glanced at Cai Shaohui on the side, thinking that asking for fish directly seemed a bit hasty, so he casually chatted about a topic and asked:
"By the way, President Wang and Factory Director Huang, do you know how the equipment in the fire scene is doing?"
Huang Weiguo nodded his chin toward the chimney of the kiln:
"The rescue was quite timely, and the most critical equipment was finally saved, but there is still some damage. The details will not be known until the summary results come out."
Lao Guo nodded and asked again:
"What about the person who was rescued?"
"That person..."
Huang Weiguo's face became a little lowered, and he gave a general introduction to the situation, including the reasons for excluding enemy agents:
"...That's pretty much the situation. It's probably a thief who came from somewhere. He may not be able to survive tonight. I pity his parents..."
After listening quietly, Lao Guo subconsciously looked at Cai Shaohui.
Two people, one old and one young, shook their heads at the same time.
Then Lao Guo took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and prepared to bring the topic to crucian carp.
Then he didn't speak.
Mao Xiaochao hurriedly walked out of the health center.
He was holding a palm-sized piece of paper in his hand. When he came to Wang Changlin and Huang Weiguo, he first glanced at Lao Guo and Cai Shaohui, and then handed the piece of paper to Wang Changlin:
"President, look at this. This is what Dr. Yao found on that man's body. It's almost burned into a ball with his clothes."
Wang Changlin held the piece of paper and put it in front of him, frowned and looked at it for a while, then muttered:
"This... I can't see clearly. The words on the side are all burnt to ashes... Oh, I can see a little bit here..."
Then Wang Changlin suddenly raised his eyebrows and said unexpectedly:
"Hey, why is this in foreign language?"
"Foreign language?"
Hear these two words.
Lao Guo and Cai Shaohui, who were silent at first, were suddenly stunned.
After regaining consciousness.
Lao Guo hurriedly stepped forward and said to Wang Changlin:
"President Wang, can you show me this piece of paper?"
Wang Changlin nodded and handed the piece of paper to Lao Guo:
"No problem, the foreign language is here."
Lao Guo quickly took it with both hands and put it in front of him to look at it.
Just as Wang Changlin said.
A large area of this piece of paper has been burned black, and only a few flying English can be seen in a few places.
"This is dip...o...a...."
Lao Guo first tried hard to see the remaining letters. As a top student who graduated from Caltech, he had a high reserve of vocabulary.
So it's very fast.
He thought of a few words:
"diplomatic?diplomat?"
Then Cai Shaohui thought for a moment and added:
"It could also be diplomacy. Is it a diplomatic-related newspaper?"
Lao Guo nodded vaguely and continued reading:
"Un...er...i...y,o...this should be of, then Ca...br..ge..."
After a while.
Lao Guo raised his head as if he had seen a ghost and suddenly looked at Wang Changlin:
"President Wang, where is that person now? Take me there quickly! Also..."