The villagers all clapped their hands and applauded.
Zhang Yan and Wang Hu's wives hurriedly raised money from everywhere, and compensated those who deserved it, or at least found ways to deal with it leniently.
As for the culprit, Tong Asan, his wife had returned to her parents' home long ago, and he couldn't afford the compensation.
What awaits him will be severe legal punishment and a divorce document from his wife.
"Mr. Qin, you scholars still have a solution. Just broadcast propaganda and they were completely arrested." Wang Chaohui said.
The big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.
"Hey, you thought it was you, with a dark face like Mr. Bao." Yu Fuchun said angrily.
"Oh, Yu Fuchun, there are twice as many people in my village as you, and the workload is twice as big. I just said it, and you really took note of it."
"Huh, I don't have the time to argue with you."
The two began to bicker again, and Qin Fan was already used to this.
"Caiwei, have you finished your work?"
"It's done, there's nothing more to do."
"Well, three village chiefs, we are ready to return. If you have any questions, please contact us at any time." Qin Fan said goodbye to them.
"Okay, we won't keep you either. When conditions improve, you will definitely stay here for a while." Deng Bixian said with a smile.
"Well, this day will come soon." Qin Fan smiled slightly.
After shaking hands with a few people and saying goodbye, he returned to Linhai with Li Caiwei, Xiaowen and the others.
The next day, Qin Fan and the others returned to Haizhou City.
Life is back on track again, and time flies into August.
The weather in summer is getting hotter and hotter.
That morning, a bus from the municipal party committee stopped in front of the medical center.
A young man in his thirties got out of the car. He asked Liang Chun about Qin Fan's office and quickly went there.
After sending the patient away, Qin Fan was recording medical record information on the computer.
The young man knocked on the door and walked into the office.
Qin Fan thought he was a patient and stood up to greet him.
"Oh, please sit down!"
The other party did not sit down, but introduced himself, "Mr. Qin, I am Lu Rong, Secretary Guan's secretary. Secretary Guan is waiting for you in the car outside."
"oh…"
Qin Fan was slightly startled because he used to be Secretary Ruan.
Lu Rong seemed to notice Qin Fan's hesitation and quickly explained, "Oh, Secretary Ruan has been transferred to another position, and I am replacing him."
Qin Fan nodded, stood up and prepared to walk outside.
Lu Rong stopped him again, "Mr. Qin, a very important leader is critically ill and you need to go. Please bring your medical supplies."
"Oh~" Qin Fan turned around and grabbed his satchel, "Let's go, I have nothing to bring."
As soon as I walked out of the office, I bumped into Phoenix Girl.
"Sir, where are you going?"
Seeing that the Double Ninth Festival is getting closer and closer, neither she nor Xiaowen dare to be careless.
"Oh, this is Secretary Lu of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary. I have to make a medical visit. Nothing is wrong." Qin Fan explained.
He and Lu Rong walked to the bus outside.
Lu Rong was the first to open the car door and said, "Mr. Qin, please!"
Sure enough, Secretary Guan of the municipal party committee was sitting in the back seat, and he smiled at Qin Fan.
"Hello, Mr. Qin, I have to trouble you again. Let's talk while walking."
Qin Fan got into the car, Lu Rong gently closed the door, and sat in the passenger seat.
As soon as the car driver stepped on the accelerator, he rushed towards the suburbs at high speed.
"Mr. Qin, I didn't call you in advance. It's really urgent and I need you to go there in person."
"Haha, Secretary Guan, it doesn't matter. Doctors are meant to treat illnesses and save lives. Who is critically ill?"
Secretary Guan lowered his voice subconsciously.
"It's Mr. Zhao. He has been in a nursing home in Haizhou. He suddenly fell ill this morning. The doctors at the scene were at a loss what to do. I thought of you."
This Mr. Zhao is the former leader of the country, the retired chief, and the predecessor of Yi Lao.
Qin Fan just nodded, he naturally knew who Mr. Zhao was, and only such an old leader would ask Secretary Guan of the Municipal Party Committee to make a trip in person.
From the moment he heard Mr. Zhao's name, Qin Fan acted calmly, with no trace of nervousness in his eyes.
Secretary Guan nodded silently in his heart, and Qin Fan remained calm and calm.
Unlike other doctors and experts, when they heard that the patient was Mr. Zhao, they immediately became cautious.
This sanatorium is located in the east of Haizhou City, close to Yanshan Scenic Area. It is a place with fresh air and elegant environment.
Those who come here to recuperate are all veteran leaders at the provincial level and former national leaders.
As the saying goes, there are no small things around leaders, let alone the health of the chiefs.
Therefore, there is an independent health care hospital within the sanatorium, and the doctors and experts are all elites drawn from various hospitals when they were established.
Moreover, there is a large military hospital near the sanatorium.
Both the medical facilities and medical level are among the best in the province, and medical support can be provided to the nursing home at any time.
Mr. Zhao is recuperating in Haizhou. This is a very secret matter and is unknown to ordinary people.
According to Secretary Guan, Mr. Zhao is 81 years old and has spent most of his time recuperating in Haizhou since he retired.
Mr. Zhao likes the environment and cultural landscape here.
To be honest, when it comes to the recuperation of these big chiefs, every province hopes that the chiefs will stay there for a long time.
They live comfortably and have lived here for a long time, which is a great help to the development of the province.
Many of the people above are disciples and subordinates of the chiefs.
When considering allocating resources, you will also think of which province your old leader is in.
Tens of minutes later.
The bus slowly passed the guard post before entering a majestic building complex.
The layout here is a garden style designed by famous designers, focusing on natural harmony.
An independent courtyard house like Mr. Li's is actually very comfortable.
The bus stopped in front of Building 1, which is a small three-story building.
There are several pieces of land in front of the building. They are not large and do not have any flowers or grass, but they do grow a lot of seasonal vegetables.
By growing vegetables in their free time, the leaders can not only exercise, but also eat fresh vegetables grown by themselves.
This is very helpful for relaxing your mood. The vegetables you buy can’t have the same fragrance as those you grew yourself.
There was a bus parked in front of the small building, and Secretary Guan looked at the license plate.
He said in surprise: "Hey, Secretary Zeng is here too."
Then, worried that Qin Fan was unclear, he added: "It's Secretary Zeng of the Provincial Party Committee."
"oh…"
Qin Fan nodded, Mr. Zhao was critically ill, how could Secretary Zeng sit still.
Lu Rong helped open the door of the small building, but he did not enter, but stayed outside.
There was a faint smell of medicine in the living room, and there were already many doctors discussing something.
Secretary Guan quickly motioned to Qin Fan to speak softly.
The doctors in the living room were all unfamiliar to Qin Fan. Judging from the signs on their white coats, they were doctors and experts from sanatoriums and military hospitals respectively.
To a certain extent, they represent the highest level of sanatoriums and military hospitals, and are formal academics and academics.
Qin Fan is of an individual nature, and is what people often call folk Chinese medicine, also known as the Jianghu School.
The doctors all nodded to Secretary Guan, and no one paid attention to Qin Fan behind him.
In the middle of the sofa was a middle-aged man with a serious expression and a frown on his face.
His left hand hugged his chest, his right hand made a fist to support his chin, and he touched his nose with his index finger from time to time.
This is a physical manifestation of a person thinking about a problem.
Qin Fan had seen this middle-aged man on the TV news. He was Zeng Yunle, Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee of Donghai Province.
Zeng Yunle sat in the middle of the sofa, and no one dared to sit on the small sofas on the two sides.
The atmosphere in the living room seemed particularly restrained and dignified.
"Secretary Guan, please take a seat!" Zeng Yunle's secretary came over and greeted Secretary Guan in a low voice.
Secretary Guan is only the municipal party committee secretary, so naturally he is not as good as the provincial party committee secretary of a prince, and he also seems a little cautious.
Zeng Yunle was immersed in thinking and did not raise his head.