Chapter 196: Saving the World with Traditional Chinese Medicine
During the time Qi Tongwei was recuperating at home, his condition became more serious.
He often rolled over in bed in pain, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.
Liang Lu looked at his painful expression and felt mixed emotions.
Qi Tongwei knew what Liang Qunfeng was thinking. He did not complain but just endured it all silently.
He felt that he really had no right to drag Liang Lu down any longer, and perhaps divorce was the best option for her.
"Liang Lu, let's get divorced." Qi Tongwei said this with difficulty.
Liang Lu looked at him in surprise, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes.
Qi Tongwei continued: "I don't want to implicate you anymore. You deserve a better life."
Liang Lu bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes: "Qi Tongwei, do you think divorce can solve everything?"
Qi Tongwei smiled bitterly: "This is the last thing I can do for you."
Just when their marriage reached a deadlock, the child seemed to feel the depressing atmosphere at home and became silent.
Qi Tongwei looked at the changes in his child and felt filled with guilt.
He tried to spend more time with his children in the limited time and leave them with some good memories.
However, every time he spent time with his children, he could feel his strength rapidly draining away.
Qi Tongwei's body became increasingly weaker and he needed to rely on a large amount of medication to relieve the pain.
The doctor issued critical illness notices several times, asking the family to be mentally prepared.
Liang Qunfeng found Liang Lu again and said firmly: "Daughter, you can't hesitate any longer. You must divorce Qi Tongwei as soon as possible."
Liang Lu fell into deep pain and she didn't know what to do.
And Qi Tongwei, suffering from illness, began to reflect on his life.
He thought of his former ambitions, and the days when he would do anything to gain power and profit. Now, everything seemed so unreal and ridiculous.
One night, Qi Tongwei was awakened by severe pain again.
He looked out the window at the moonlight, his heart filled with despair. "Is this my end?" he murmured to himself.
Qi Tongwei curled up on the hospital bed, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.
The moonlight cast coldly on his haggard face, reflecting the despair and regret in his eyes.
He recalled the hardships he had faced along the way, starting from a grassroots background and working his way up.
It was not easy to get the current deputy director-level position. The director level or even higher positions that were once within reach have now been shattered like a dream.
He thought of Anna, the innocent and kind woman.
For the sake of power and profit, he cruelly abandoned her and chose Liang Lu, who could help him in his career.
"Anna, I'm sorry. I was blinded by desire and lost you." He murmured in pain.
Gao Xiaoqin, the woman who snuggled with him in the whirlpool of power.
He had made many promises to her, but he was indecisive due to the temptation of interests.
"Xiaoqin, I have let you down. I failed to give you the stability and happiness you wanted." Qi Tongwei's voice was filled with deep self-blame.
And there was Cuicui, the woman whom he treated as a temporary entertainment.
His ruthlessness and indifference brought her endless harm. "Cui Cui, I'm a bastard. I shouldn't play with your feelings."
As for Liang Lu, his nominal wife, the transactions between them were more about power and conflicts of interest.
Today, their child is also growing up in such a deformed family, and he has never fulfilled the responsibilities of a father.
"Liang Lu, children, I'm sorry for you. I have made you suffer." Qi Tongwei's tears slid down his cheeks.
Thinking of Liang Qunfeng's evaluation of him, Qi Tongwei felt bitter.
The person who once asserted that he would never achieve great things seemed to have come true.
This pancreatic cancer seemed to be fate's punishment for him and the retribution for his sins throughout his life.
"I have brought this upon myself. I did whatever it took to gain power, forgot my original intention, and hurt so many people."
Qi Tongwei pounded the bed, "But I can't accept it. I have paid so much and finally got to where I am today. Why does fate treat me like this?"
His thoughts became increasingly confused, with memories of the past intertwining in his mind.
Those flattering faces, those opponents he trampled under his feet, those who were used and abandoned by him, all haunted him like ghosts.
Qi Tongwei looked at the ceiling with empty eyes.
"If I could do it all over again, would I make a different choice? Perhaps, I would still be driven by the desire for power and take this path of no return, but at least, I would feel more guilty and make more compensation to those I hurt."
The pain came again, Qi Tongwei gritted his teeth, trying to resist the torture.
However, the physical pain is far less than the inner torment.
He knew that his life was about to come to an end, but the mistakes he had made could never be made up for.
"This is my end, the end of a sinner."
Qi Tongwei's voice echoed in the silent ward, filled with endless sorrow and despair.
The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the hospital bed. Qi Tongwei's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.
The pain came in waves like a tide, almost swallowing up his will.
His body had been tortured by the disease and every breath felt like a difficult battle.
At this moment, the window was suddenly broken, and a man in black flashed into the ward like a ghost.
Qi Tongwei widened his eyes in horror. He didn't know who the visitor was and his heart was filled with confusion and fear.
The man in black quickly walked to his bedside, threw down a bottle of medicine and handed it to Qi Tongwei.
"This thing can save lives. Pancreatic cancer is not an incurable disease. If you really reach a high level in the future, you must promote traditional Chinese medicine and not let Western medicine take over.
You should have a sincere patriotic heart, because now is the early stage of reform and foreign forces have entered. I hope you will be a passionate patriotic youth in the future. Remember, it is traditional Chinese medicine that will save you. "
The man in black's voice was low and urgent, and he turned around and prepared to leave.
Qi Tongwei stood there in a daze, holding the medicine bottle tightly in his hand, as if he was holding on to his last straw.
All this seemed like something out of a fantasy novel; he couldn't believe it.
"Wait, who are you? Why are you saving me?" Qi Tongwei shouted weakly.
The man in black stopped and said with his back to him: "You don't need to know who I am. I just hope you can remember what I said."
After saying this, the man in black disappeared into the night.
Qi Tongwei stared blankly at the medicine bottle in his hand, feeling mixed emotions.
He didn't know if the medicine could really save his life, nor did he know if he still had a future.
If he could really survive, how would he face his past mistakes?