Liu Ziguang was secretly surprised. Normally, when the old man was dying, the first thing he thought of was his children and grandchildren, old comrades in arms, and old subordinates. Why did he think of meeting a stranger like himself, who he had never met before? But at this time, he had no time to think, so he could only follow
Behind Zhao Hui.
"You come too." Zhao Hui whispered to Ye Qing, and then the three of them walked into the special care ward in full view of everyone.
There is a unique cave inside the ward, with a reception room, a bathroom, and a first-aid room. The three of them changed their shoes in the foyer, put on disinfectant gowns and hats, and then entered the room. They saw several elderly people who were over seventy years old sitting on the sofa.
Extraordinary, at first glance, he is someone who has been in a high position for a long time and holds authority.
Seeing the three people coming in, the old people did not speak, but nodded slightly. Through a glass wall, they could see the medical staff rescuing the old man in the hospital bed, with ECG monitoring and oxygen plugged in, and a small screen.
It shows the patient's pulse, which is not only weak but also very unstable.
"How's it going?" Zhao Hui asked an old man in a low voice.
"It's still the same, sometimes awake and sometimes comatose. The chairman called just now to inquire. The Central Office has prepared the eulogy for the family to review." The old man replied in a low voice.
Everyone was silent, and after another ten minutes, the doctor came out of the emergency room, took off his mask and whispered: "The chief is awake again. You go in quickly, no more than two people."
Everyone exchanged glances with each other, and finally an imposing old man said: "Qing'er, you accompany Xiao Liu in."
So Ye Qing nodded to Liu Ziguang and took him into the emergency room. The old man on the hospital bed looked haggard, his face was covered with age spots, and he was a mass of deathly gray. When he saw his beloved little granddaughter coming in, he tried to raise his hand.
, but without even this little strength, Ye Qing rushed up and took the old man's hand and said: "Grandpa, I'm here." Tears fell down as he spoke.
The old man's eyes rolled blankly, and his mouth opened with difficulty, as if he wanted to speak. Ye Qing put his ear up and listened for a long time, and Liu Ziguang saw the old man's mouth opening and closing, and the extremely weak sound was even heard by people with sensitive hearing.
Liu Ziguang couldn't hear clearly.
Ye Qing kept nodding, and after listening for a while, he turned around and asked Liu Ziguang: "Grandpa, I want to ask you, are the flowers on Commander Zhao's grave in Yezhu Valley red?"
Liu Ziguang suddenly realized that what the old man could not forget were his old comrades who had already sacrificed their lives for the country.
"Red, the mountains are full of azalea." Liu Ziguang replied.
Ye Qing lay down in the old man's ear and repeated these words. The old man listened for a long time without saying a word. Two lines of tears flowed from the deep-set eye sockets, and he murmured: "The mountains are full of azalea..." and then slowly
He slowly closed his eyes.
"Grandpa, Grandpa." Ye Qing called out twice in a low voice. Just as he was about to call the doctor, suddenly the old man's eyes opened again and he seemed to be struggling to sit up. Two sickly flushes appeared on his cheeks.
I'll get up." The old man said.
Ye Qing pressed the light button and raised the head of the bed. The old man sat up straight, looked directly at Liu Ziguang and said, "Kid, I know you, you handled the matter very well last time."
Ye Qing explained: "Grandpa was talking about the anti-Japanese heroes killing the old Japanese. Grandpa has been paying attention to that matter and exerted influence on the relevant parties before it was finally resolved."
Liu Ziguang wanted to say some words of thanks, but he couldn't say it in this situation, so he could only nod.
"I have participated in the revolution for more than seventy years. The most unforgettable days are the days when I fought guerrillas in Huaixi, fought against sweeps and rural areas, climbed on ice and snow, crawled into ravines and old forests, and once met a blind bear... cough
Cough." The old man suddenly coughed, and Ye Qing hurriedly patted his back to no avail. The doctors and nurses who had been watching the old man's condition hurried over and started working on the suction machine. Everyone outside was sweating.
, fortunately, the old man was out of danger after sucking out a mouthful of sticky phlegm.
"Grandpa, it's time for you to rest." Ye Qing advised.
The old man shook his head stubbornly: "Grandpa is fine. Grandpa just wants to talk to the people in his hometown."
Liu Ziguang asked curiously: "Mr. Ye is also from Jiangbei?"
The old man struggled to speak, and Ye Qing answered with help: "My grandfather is from Hong'an, Hubei. During the Anti-Japanese War, he led the Eighth Route Army's behind-the-enemy-behind-enemy team to engage in struggles behind enemy lines in the Huaixi guerrilla zone, which is now the mountainous area west of Nantai County, where he persisted
During the eight-year war of resistance, many comrades-in-arms died there, and Jiangbei can be regarded as my grandfather’s second hometown.”
Liu Ziguang stood in awe. The frail old man in front of him was also an anti-Japanese hero who fought hard and fought hard.
"The Huaixi guerrilla zone has mountains and rivers, and no crops can grow on the saline-alkali land. The people are suffering, but they still tighten their belts to support us in fighting the Japanese. Kid, how is the construction of my hometown going now? The fellow villagers can all have food.
What?"
"The construction of my hometown is very good, and I will soon get rid of poverty and become rich." Liu Ziguang replied. In front of the dying old man, he could only pick up the good ones.
The old man shook his head gently: "Getting rid of poverty... Alas, it's not easy for the people in the old areas."
Ye Qing looked at the time and advised: "Grandpa, it's time for you to rest. It's too late today. If you don't rest, others will have to rest too." At the same time, he winked at Liu Ziguang, who understood and said immediately: "
Mr. Ye, you have a good rest, and when you recover, I will accompany you back to your hometown to visit."
"Okay, I just had this idea. Go back and take a walk to see the places where we fought. I think it will be tomorrow, while the azalea in the mountains is still there." The old man's words frightened Ye Qing, and he dug it out fiercely.
He glanced at Liu Ziguang and advised: "Grandpa, stop acting like a child and rest quickly. It's okay. Your illness will be cured as long as you rest."
The old man waved his hands feebly and protested: "My body knows that its organs have failed and I can't live for a few more days. Those old comrades are waiting for me. If I hang on and die, they will have objections."
"Grandpa, what are you talking about? We have the best medical equipment and doctors. You will definitely be fine." Ye Qing scolded, his eye circles turning red again.
"Silly boy, grandpa knows that you are lucky to live one more day, but have you ever thought that if grandpa lives one more day, the country will spend tens of thousands of dollars more. Don't think that grandpa doesn't know anything when he gets old. People in the old district live like this
It’s hard, what’s the point of spending so much money to support an old man? It’s better to spend it on the people in the old areas.”
"Grandpa, it's really time for you to rest." Ye Qing was a little anxious. She was aware of Grandpa's physical condition. Originally, the doctor had issued a critical illness notice tonight. It was supposed that he would not be able to survive the night, but she did not expect that the old man would be in critical condition at this time.
The spirit is so good, is this the so-called reflection?
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel scared, and quickly called the doctor over. The doctor checked the vital signs on the instrument and felt puzzled. He didn't believe his eyes, so he put his hand on his wrist and measured the pulse. It was indeed a bit smoother and stronger than before.
The doctor nodded to Ye Qing, indicating that it was okay.
"Grandpa, we will discuss it if you have any request. Let's come here today, okay?" Ye Qing persuaded softly, but the old man insisted on his opinion: "It must be decided. I want to go to the Huaixi guerrilla zone.
Yezhuyu, go to Dawang River to see my old comrades, both those who died and those who are alive."
"Okay, go, let's go after we recover."
"No, I'll go tomorrow, cough cough." The old man got excited and raised phlegm again. The monitor also trembled for a while, and his heartbeat accelerated significantly. Ye Qing was so frightened that he hurriedly agreed: "Go, I'll go tomorrow."
After another round of rescue efforts, the old man calmed down again and said, "You are ready to go. Make arrangements as soon as possible. I'm afraid I won't be able to wait a few days."
Ye Qing had no choice but to take Liu Ziguang out. Several old men gathered around and asked, "Qing'er, how is grandpa?"
"It's stabilized for the time being. At least I won't leave tonight." Ye Qing said.
Everyone let out a long breath and heard Ye Qing say again: "But he insists on visiting the Lao Huaixi guerrilla zone."
"Playing the piano randomly, how is this allowed? Who will be responsible if something goes wrong?" The old people expressed their opposition one after another.
"It's not like this guy. He said something bad, but insisted on accompanying grandpa to visit his hometown." Ye Qing glared at Liu Ziguang again.
But the old people did not express their anger at Liu Ziguang. It was normal to say such comforting words in this situation. They just complained about Ye Qing: "Qing'er, grandpa usually listens to you the most. Why don't you persuade him properly? This
If something happens on the road, no one can take responsibility, and the chairman and the prime minister blame it, and we have no answer."
"I think this is not a bad idea." Liu Ziguang, who had been silent until now, suddenly interjected.
Several old people turned their gazes to him, with stern eyes and no anger. Liu Ziguang did not flinch at all and said bluntly: "Have you not noticed? After mentioning going to the old district, Mr. Ye's pulse became much more stable. In the special care unit
Recuperation may be able to prolong life, but for an old general and veteran revolutionary, what is the meaning of living like this? Mr. Ye must have had this idea for a while, and we should satisfy him as much as possible."
Ye Qing couldn't help but nodded and said: "That's true. When I helped my grandfather compile his memoirs, what he missed most was the days of fighting guerrillas in Huaixi. It was the most unforgettable place for him, and he always wanted to go there.
Look, I was delayed due to various things, and then I got seriously ill and was hospitalized, and it has been delayed until now."
"But if something happens, who will bear the responsibility?" An old man who looked a bit like Ye Qing was still worried.
Zhao Hui spoke: "Taking a step back, even if grandpa had an accident in Nantai and fell in the place where he fought, I think that would be something he would be happy to do. Grandpa has always said that he can be buried with his comrades.
This is his greatest expectation."
Several old people lowered their heads and discussed for a while, but still couldn't make a decision. The eldest one said: "I will report this issue to the organization. It's getting late. You all can go back. We can just watch here and let the people outside
Everyone, please go get some rest, grandpa should be fine tonight."
The three young people walked out of the ward silently. People in the corridor hurried forward to ask. After learning that the old man had regained his composure, everyone felt relieved and went downstairs to leave. Only when they got downstairs did Liu Ziguang realize that
, there is a long list of high-end cars parked, most of which have military license plates, those from the Military Commission, the Four Headquarters, and all major military regions. There are also some government license plates with the prefix "国" that can only be assigned to leaders. I am afraid that I am here to visit Mr. Ye today.
Anyone can be considered a heavyweight in the military and political circles.