Chapter 554 Feeling sorry for Secretary Dong
He bit his lower lip, trying to control his emotions, and said:
"Grandma Dong, you've worked hard during this period. You must be exhausted taking care of Secretary Dong. Don't worry, we will help take care of the family affairs. If you need anything, please let us know at any time."
Zhao Shuzhuo also nodded repeatedly and echoed:
"Yes, Grandma Dong, Jianguo is right. Secretary Dong has always been concerned about us, and now it is our turn to do our best for him. Please don't be shy with us. If you need anything or need any help, just ask."
Grandma Dong looked at the two sensible young people in front of her, her eyes full of emotion and relief. She nodded gently and said:
"Thank you, children. I feel much more at ease with you around. If the boss knew that you came to see him, he would definitely be very happy."
The three of them supported each other and walked slowly towards the ward. At this time, Secretary Dong's condition was still like a heavy stone pressing on their hearts.
But the warmth and care conveyed to each other are like the warm sun in winter, adding a touch of comfort to this cold moment and giving them the courage to face everything that is coming.
When Wang Jianguo heard Grandma Dong describe Secretary Dong's symptoms, his heart skipped a beat and some bad thoughts flashed through his mind.
Those symptoms sounded somewhat like the typical manifestations of cerebral infarction and cerebral hemorrhage that he had heard of.
His heart suddenly tightened, an ominous premonition came to his mind, and his pace unconsciously quickened a few points. He just wanted to get into the ward as soon as possible to see Secretary Dong's condition with his own eyes.
As soon as I opened the ward door, a smell of disinfectant hit me in the face, mixed with the unique depressing atmosphere in the ward.
Secretary Dong lay quietly on the hospital bed, his usual energetic and commanding appearance gone.
Wang Jianguo took a closer look and found that the situation was not optimistic, just as he expected. Secretary Dong's body was obviously blocked from moving, his arms drooped weakly on the side of the bed, his fingers slightly bent, as if he wanted to grab something but was unable to do so.
The legs can only move slightly, and every time he tries to move, his brows will frown in pain. This is the typical state of a patient with cerebral hemorrhage or cerebral thrombosis.
Wang Jianguo had seen the difficult situations faced by the elderly in the village after suffering from similar diseases. He knew that even with treatment, this disease would often leave many sequelae, such as difficulty in movement, speech disorders, and even long-term bedriddenness.
This is too cruel for Secretary Dong, who has devoted himself to his work and worked hard for the village for most of his life. Thinking of this, Wang Jianguo's eyes could not help but become red, and his heart was full of regret and grief.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. The space has unlocked the magical function of taking objects.
On weekdays, Wang Jianguo had been carefully keeping this secret, fearing that it would cause unnecessary trouble. But at this moment, looking at Secretary Dong suffering on the hospital bed, he secretly made up his mind and came up with an idea.
Wang Jianguo looked around calmly, and while everyone's attention was focused on Secretary Dong, he quietly reached into his arms.
He concentrated his mind and, relying on his familiar control over space, quickly took out a glowing pill from inside. Then, pretending to tidy up his clothes, he put the pill into his pocket without leaving any trace.
He had discovered this pill by chance during his previous space exploration. Although its specific effects were unclear, judging from the mysterious aura it exuded and the ancient text records that accompanied it in the space, it must have an extraordinary effect on treating difficult diseases.
Wang Jianguo prayed secretly, hoping that this pill could help Secretary Dong, allowing him to get rid of the pain as soon as possible and regain his former vitality.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the ward was still solemn. Grandma Dong sat beside the bed, gently holding Secretary Dong's hand, her eyes full of worry and reluctance.
Zhao Shuzhuo stood aside, his brows furrowed, his face full of concern about Secretary Dong's condition.
Wang Jianguo held on to hope and silently waited for the right opportunity, ready to use this mysterious pill to rewrite Secretary Dong's fate.
Wang Jianguo and Zhao Shuzhuo accompanied Grandma Dong and hurried into the ward. As soon as they entered the ward, the strong smell of disinfectant went straight into their noses, making their hearts tighten.
Secretary Dong was half lying on the hospital bed. He looked haggard and slightly pale, and his eyes, which usually were full of energy and spirit, were now a little dull.
When he saw Wang Jianguo and others coming in, Secretary Dong's eyes lit up instantly, and he became obviously excited. His lips trembled slightly, as if he had a thousand words to say, and his chest rose and fell violently, trying hard to speak.
But my throat seemed to be choked by something. The more anxious I became, the more the words kept circling around my lips and I couldn't get them out.
Wang Jianguo's heart suddenly tightened when he saw this. He took a step forward and came to Secretary Dong's bedside.
While reaching out and gently patting Secretary Dong on the back, he said in an extremely gentle and soothing tone:
"Secretary Dong, don't get excited. Please take your time. We are all here. There is no rush."
His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, trying to blow away the anxiety in Secretary Dong's heart.
At the same time, the other hand slowly placed on Secretary Dong's chest, following the rhythm of his breathing, slowly smoothing his air out, hoping to help him calm his rapid breathing.
Under Wang Jianguo's careful care, Secretary Dong took a long time to calm down, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
He closed his eyes slightly, adjusted his breathing, then opened his mouth and squeezed out two words from his throat with great difficulty.
The voice was faint and unclear, but it landed heavily on the hearts of everyone present - "uncomfortable".
Just these two words were full of the pain his body was enduring, and made everyone deeply feel his inner torment at the moment.
Grandma Dong's eyes were already red. She held Secretary Dong's hand tightly, sobbing softly, and choked up as she said:
"Old man, you've suffered a lot. We'll slowly treat you and you'll get better."
Zhao Shuzhuo stood at the end of the bed, brows furrowed, looking at Secretary Dong with worry, his hands unconsciously clenched in front of him, secretly vowing to do something for Secretary Dong.
Wang Jianguo's eyes couldn't help but moisten. He held back his tears, leaned close to Secretary Dong's ear, and whispered:
"Secretary Dong, don't worry, we are all here with you. Don't think about anything now. Just take good care of yourself. We will take care of your family matters."
He knew that his consolation at this moment might seem a little powerless, but it was the only thing he could do. He hoped to bring some comfort to Secretary Dong and help him get through this difficult time of illness.