"Nonsense! How could I remember such an important thing wrong? After I sobered up, I even poked his nose and found that he was completely out of breath."
Seeing his uncle's words with certainty, the secretary was a little confused again. He asked the other party again to confirm: "Uncle, is the second-rate son you are talking about the second-rate fool who knows how to slaughter pigs at the west end of our village?"
"Who else besides him? Is his family okay? After I sobered up, I was afraid of being caught, so I divided the money I had in two, stuffed one part into the pocket of my second-rate son, and used the other part for travel expenses. His family
If your life is not going well now, please help me, nephew, to sell the small courtyard. The money from the sale can be divided into two. You can keep half of it, and the other half can be regarded as compensation from me to his family."
Before he finished speaking, the secretary interrupted him: "Uncle, are you sure you remember correctly? I am living well now!"
"Really alive?" I didn't believe it once, then twice, but my nephew couldn't lie the way he looked now.
"He's living well. Speaking of which, Er Lengzi Shu is about the same age as your uncle. He's in much better health than you. He's really strong. His wife even gave him a little girl this year. I went there some time ago.
His family is drinking full moon wine.
But even though the second-rate uncle doesn’t look very good, his little girl is so pretty that I can’t help but be jealous. If it weren’t for the fact that my son is a generation different from his little girl, I would have wanted to order it for my child.
Kiss the baby, take it back and raise it."
Before the secretary could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden loud noise of a chair hitting the ground.
When he turned his eyes, he saw his uncle's eyes widening and he fell to the ground together with the chair.
"Uncle, uncle, what's wrong with you?"
The secretary's face was full of panic, and he quickly stepped forward to check on his uncle.
Seeing his uncle's face pale and dying, he shouted outside: "Here, help!"
While trying to awaken my uncle's consciousness: "Uncle, wake up, wake up!"
"Uncle, I'm scared, don't scare me."
"Uncle, my dad and the others are still waiting for you at home. Uncle, hold on!"
After Liu Dali realized something was wrong, he immediately went out to look for someone.
Due to the weather, the only car in the police station couldn't start the fire at all. Mr. Liu had fallen into a coma and couldn't ride his bicycle at all.
The simple police station was not far from the hospital. Several policemen worked together to lift Mr. Liu onto a stretcher and ran to the hospital.
Because Old Huang was getting older, his legs and feet could not keep up with those of young people. He took a step slower and asked what happened.
"How could he be like this? Wasn't he fine just now?"
After hearing Liu Dali repeat what happened just now, Lao Huang said with some suspicion: "Isn't he having a stroke?"
After arriving at the hospital, two doctors came out and took over Mr. Liu.
Liu Ye was sent to the emergency room. The secretary and others were waiting anxiously outside the door.
For the secretary at this time, time passed extremely long, and he truly realized what it means to live like a year.
Recalling what he said just now, he wanted to slap himself twice. He had forgotten that his uncle was not young now.
If something happens to his uncle, how will he explain to his father and second uncle in his hometown who are looking forward to the stars and the moon, and hoping that his uncle can return one day?
After a long time, the door to the emergency room finally opened, and the doctor walked out tiredly.
Everyone rushed forward eagerly, and the secretary couldn't help but ask: "Doctor, how is my brother-in-law doing now?"
Although the doctor was tired, he had a smile on his face: "The patient is fine. However, the patient is not in good health and cannot be stimulated anymore in the future."
After hearing the news, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
After listening to Wu Jiwen's vivid narration, Zhang Yu rubbed his face, which was numb from shock just now due to the ups and downs of the story.
Life is really weird sometimes.
Sure enough, it has to be true to say that it is bloody. No matter how the screenwriters of later generations made it up, it would not be that outrageous.
Finally, he asked out of curiosity: "That Mr. Six really didn't kill anyone?"
Wu Jiwen nodded, then shook his head, which confused Zhang Yu.
Is this killing or not killing?
Wu Jiwen: "I asked my father. My father said that I can't believe one person's words. I need to call the police station in the commune where Mr. Liu's hometown is and ask them to send someone to investigate and see what their uncle and nephew said.
Is that scoundrel still alive?"
Although he said that, Wu Jiwen already believed that the sixth master was really alive when he thought about his appearance in the morning.
The result of this matter came quickly. When Mr. Liu came out of the hospital the next day, the police station in his hometown commune had already investigated the matter clearly.
According to their investigation, the second-rate man is indeed still alive.
They found the second-rate scoundrel, and when they talked about it, he still remembered that he and his old friend were drinking together that day, and they got into a quarrel over a trivial matter. What happened next?
He didn't know, because he was knocked unconscious by the other party.
When he woke up the next morning, the other party was gone.
When he contacted the money in his pocket, he thought that the other party left the money because he felt guilty and did not dare to see him.
I just didn't expect that the other party never came back since then.
After so many years, this matter has always been a regret in his heart.
If the two of them had not quarreled, the other party would not have left their hometown.
From yesterday, Liu Dali had roughly guessed that Mr. Liu's hit was a coincidence, knocking the opponent out of breath for a moment. In addition, Mr. Liu was also drunk at the time, so he was not very clear and dizzy.
He almost thought that the other party had been smashed to death by him.
The fact was indeed as he had guessed. If his uncle had stayed a little longer, maybe what happened next would not have happened.
The sixth master was only temporarily stimulated and had nothing serious to do. He stayed in the hospital for one night. After the doctor observed that there were no other problems, he was discharged at noon the next day.
The secretary also asked for leave from his boss. He may have to stay in Beijing for two more days, waiting for his uncle to go back after the matter is over.
The leader expressed his understanding of this and readily gave him ten days' leave. He also said that there weren't many things going on recently and he was very busy by himself. If the matter wasn't over by then, just give him a call.
In fact, after hearing the cause and effect of the whole incident, he couldn't help but sigh that fate has a way with people.
The secretary borrowed the staff dormitory of the police station and took care of Mr. Liu for a few days. After making sure that he was really fine, he dared to continue chatting with him about family matters.
