Chapter 540 Death of Jia Dongxu
The draft in the corridor of the First Hospital carried the smell of disinfectant, mixed with the coal smoke wafting from the boiler room in the distance, and spread gray streaks on the green wall.
Jia Zhang screamed, "My poor son—"
Jia Zhang's sobbing, slapping her thighs, pierced the stagnant air, and her torn cotton shoes made a squeaking sound under the bench.
She suddenly jumped up and grabbed Lou Zhenhua by the collar, her blackened nails scratching white marks on the factory director's dark blue Zhongshan suit:
"Lou! I heard from Dongxu that the equipment in their workshop has been making noises like ghosts half a month ago!
You don't care about these things! Have you officials' hearts been eaten by dogs? "
Lou Zhenhua staggered as he was dragged, and his swollen eye bags behind his lenses twitched.
The factory's routine maintenance and inspections at the time did not reveal any potential problems with the equipment.
In addition, Lou Zhenhua was working on public-private partnerships with relevant departments at the time, and he was so busy that he almost lost his head every day.
How can I find the time to manage the factory?
Besides, after handing over the work, the rest of the factory, whether it is safety or production, will have nothing to do with him.
But who could have known that such a thing would happen so suddenly.
Lou Zhenhua is the factory director now. No matter what, even during the public-private partnership stage, he has an inseparable relationship with it!
"Sister-in-law, the factory will take care of it..."
Before he finished speaking, Jia Zhang suddenly sat down on the ground, leaving two mud marks on the cement floor with her legs:
"Old Jia! Open your eyes and look! These evil-hearted people want to wipe out our Jia family!"
Jia Zhang was acting so unreasonably, but Lou Zhenhua could only sigh and let her act like this.
Everyone's attention was on Jia Zhang, while Li Huaide was leaning against the mottled green painted window frame, the cigarette between his fingers almost burning to the filter.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at Qin Huairu who was curled up in the corner. This woman looked like a dewy peony when she cried.
The blue cloth shirt wrapped around her waist was only a palm's width, but the chest of her dacron shirt formed a breathtaking curve.
"Comrade Qin Huairu, have a drink of water." He took out an enamel jar with a Double Happiness logo printed on it and his knuckles "accidentally" rubbed the back of her cold hand.
Seeing that she didn't respond, he took another half step forward: "Brother Dongxu, you are a lucky man..." Before he could finish his words, the iron door of the operating room suddenly opened.
The bloody smell wrapped in the coldness of metal hit me in the face.
The surgeon's white coat was stained with brown blood clots, and his mask was pulled down to his chin, revealing his chapped lips:
"We have tried our best. The injuries of the injured are too serious..."
"We have already given him a cardiotonic shot, which can only last for three minutes. Family members, please hurry up."
Qin Huairu stood up suddenly, golden stars exploded in the sky before her eyes, and she fell backwards after everything went black.
Li Huaide, who was standing by, was quick to act and immediately supported Qin Huairu who was about to fall.
Looking at this pretty widow up close, Li Huaide felt a little uneasy.
"Dongxu! Dongxu!" Jia Zhang's wolf-like cry suddenly rang out again.
"Mother of the patient, you'd better go in quickly." A voice from the side urged.
Because he knew that even a shot of cardiac stimulant could only last for a few minutes.
Once the effect of the medicine wears off, the person will definitely die!
Jia Zhang rushed into the operating room without looking back.
On the operating table, the shadowless light cast a bluish-gray deathly aura on Jia Dongxu's face.
When Jia Zhang pounced on him, she smelled the rusty smell of the coagulated blood in his hair.
The smell was exactly the same as what she smelled in the ward that year. She also held Lao Jia's hand in the same way thirty years ago.
"mom..."
Jia Dongxu's throat made a sound like a broken bellows.
"I...I can't do it anymore..."
"Mom, I beg you for one thing, Huairu...can't remarry...
She must raise the terrier... the terrier... to be big..."
His sluggish pupils suddenly sparkled, and his dry, branch-like hands tightly grasped his mother's wrists: "Make her swear an oath! Make her swear an oath!"
Jia Zhang held Jia Dongxu's hand tightly, crying and wailing with her mouth wide open, and occasionally cursing the steel mill and God.
She wiped away her tears and nodded, saying, "I understand, Dongxu. I remember everything you said...I remember it."
"Clang!"
After hearing what Jia Zhang said, Jia Dongxu's muscles instantly relaxed and his hands drooped to the side of the bed.
Jia Dongxu finally stared at the ceiling and fell completely silent.
"Dongxu~~~What will I do if you leave~~~Ah~~~My son~~~"
Jia Zhang's heart-wrenching voice came from the operating room. Qin Huairu outside also woke up slowly with the help of the nurse.
When she heard Jia Zhang's screams, she knew that she had become a widow forever.
"The dead cannot be resurrected..."
Li Huaide whispered in her ear, his hot breath spraying on the fine hair on the back of her neck.
From this angle, you can see the red rope faintly visible in her collar, which is a small vest similar to a bellyband.
Before Qin Huairu could react, Jia Zhang suddenly rushed out from the morgue and grabbed Qin Huairu's hair with her claw-like hands:
"Swear an oath! Swear an oath to my son right now! Always keep the Jia family's incense! You must raise Banggeng for me!"
The white foam from the corners of her mouth splashed on Qin Huairu's face, mixed with tears and flowed into the corners of her mouth, salty and bitter.
"I...I swear..." Qin Huairu repeated mechanically, looking at her reflection on the iron railing of the cart.
Lou Zhenhua turned and walked towards the stairwell, the heels of his leather shoes hitting the terrazzo floor particularly loudly.
The banner on the wall poster at the corner hurt his eyes. The golden words "Advanced Unit in Safety Production" were peeling off.
"Let's arrange the funeral affairs for the family members. Our factory must also do its part." The speaker was Director Yang, the future director of the steel rolling mill.
Lou Zhenhua and Li Huaide nodded at the same time.
"I have reported the matter to the higher-ups, and they want us to follow the normal process, with compensation paid and replacement work done."
"The factory will definitely not shirk its responsibility to pay."
Lou Zhenhua's face was full of worry, as if he had aged a dozen years in an instant.
Although the people who died were not his relatives, he, as the former factory director, could not escape responsibility.
At this time, Li Huaide seized the opportunity and said hurriedly: "Well, I support Director Lou's idea. Since Comrade Jia Dongxu is gone, let his wife work in the steel rolling mill."
"It makes the complicated work of family members and comrades going through the entry procedures simpler and faster."
"In this way, we have given an explanation to the family members."
Li Huaide was very proud. As long as he could get Qin Huairu to work in the steel rolling mill, he would have the opportunity to tease the widow in the future.
He thought that when the time comes, he must capture this pretty widow!
"Okay, then let's follow this process." After Yang Weimin finished speaking, he turned around and repeated his thoughts to the crying Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu.
Jia Zhang stiffened her neck, wiped away her tears and said, "Compensation! How much compensation do you want from the steel mill?"