Chapter 555 Offering Medicine
Wang Jianguo and Zhao Shuzhuo stood quietly in front of the bed, their eyes fixed on Secretary Dong. Every subtle expression and every difficult movement was like a heavy hammer, hitting their hearts hard.
At this moment, Secretary Dong's usual upright and resolute figure has been restrained by the sickbed. He is half lying on the white sheets, with his messy hair scattered weakly on his forehead, making his originally energetic face look even more haggard and pale.
Half of his body seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force, making it difficult for him to move freely. He could only tremble slightly and tried to struggle but was powerless.
His lips opened and closed from time to time, as if he wanted to say something, but he could only utter vague and broken syllables, and his eyes were full of anxiety and helplessness.
Seeing Secretary Dong like this, Wang Jianguo felt a pang of pain in his heart and his eyes instantly turned red.
He recalled every little thing Secretary Dong did in the village in the past. Whether he was leading everyone to harvest crops under the scorching sun, or running around in the biting cold to improve conditions in the village, he was always so high-spirited and resolute.
The soldier's toughness and responsibility made the whole village trust and respect him. But now, the disease has tortured him into such a state, how can it not make people feel heartbroken?
Zhao Shuzhuo was also filled with sorrow. He bit his lower lip tightly and unconsciously clenched his hands into fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He knew very well that for anyone, the gap between being healthy and able to move freely to suddenly being plagued by illness and losing the ability to take care of oneself is like a chasm that is enough to plunge a person into the abyss of despair.
What's more, Secretary Dong is a soldier who has experienced the rain of bullets and walked out of the iron-blooded military camp! On the battlefield, facing the enemy's artillery fire, he never retreated and protected his country with his iron will.
In life, faced with numerous difficulties in the development of the village, he also bravely moved forward, using his wisdom and sweat to build a sky for the villagers.
Such a tough guy is now suffering from the ruthless ravages of illness and is forced to accept the cruel reality that his body is no longer under his control. How painful and unwilling must he feel?
Wang Jianguo and Zhao Shuzhuo looked at each other and saw the same deep heartache and worry in each other's eyes.
They secretly vowed to do everything they could to help Secretary Dong, even if it was just to share a little bit of his pain, so that this old secretary who had devoted his life to the village could feel the warmth and strength in his fight against the disease and rekindle the fire of hope for recovery.
In the ward, the smell of disinfectant permeated every inch of the air. The slight beeping sounds from the instruments mixed with Secretary Dong's occasional weak gasps, making the already solemn atmosphere even more depressing.
Wang Jianguo stood beside the bed, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of worry and confusion. His gaze shifted back and forth between Secretary Dong's frail body and Grandma Dong's haggard face, his heart in turmoil.
The origin of this pill is very mysterious. He obtained it from a mysterious space that he accidentally opened.
Since discovering it, Wang Jianguo has been fully aware of its extraordinary nature and has kept it carefully, never revealing it to anyone.
But now, seeing Secretary Dong tortured beyond recognition by illness, he began to struggle fiercely in his heart.
On the one hand, once the secret is leaked, it may bring unexpected trouble to himself; on the other hand, Secretary Dong has been so kind to him and the entire village, how could he bear to watch him die without helping?
After thinking it over, Wang Jianguo gritted his teeth, patted Zhao Shuzhuo on the shoulder gently, and winked at him, signaling him to help pay attention to the movements outside the ward.
Zhao Shuzhuo understood what he meant, walked to the door silently, and leaned out half of his body to look around. Wang Jianguo slowly turned around and walked towards the door of the ward with heavy steps.
His hand was shaking slightly as he grasped the doorknob and gently closed the door, making a slight "click" sound. This sound seemed to be the final declaration of his determination.
Leaning against the door, Wang Jianguo took a deep breath, trying to calm his nervous mood.
He slowly reached his hand into his pocket, and his fingers touched the round, smooth, and slightly warm pill, and his heart calmed down a little.
After calming down, he walked steadily back to the bedside, forced a slightly far-fetched smile on his face, and said to Secretary Dong and his wife:
"Secretary Dong, Grandma Dong, I have a pill here."
As he spoke, he carefully held the pill in his palm and handed it to the two elders, as if it was the most precious treasure in the world.
"This was given to me by an old Chinese doctor whom I met before. He is highly respected and has superb medical skills. He is well-known in our area."
"I still remember that I caught a cold and felt unwell. I went to many doctors and took many medicines but nothing worked. I happened to meet this old Chinese doctor."
"Not only did he cure my illness with his miraculous hands, but he also gave me this pill as a gift, saying it's for emergency use."
Wang Jianguo paused, a hint of barely perceptible panic flashed in his eyes. He turned his head slightly to avoid the two elders' probing gazes, and then said:
"I think I'm still young, in good health, and don't have any serious illnesses or disasters on a daily basis, so I don't need this precious pill."
"I was thinking of bringing it with me when I came to visit Secretary Dong this time. I wanted to leave it at home for the two elders. In case they encounter an emergency, it might come in handy."
"Who knows... I'm still a step too late. Secretary Dong is already sick."
At this point, Wang Jianguo's voice choked slightly, tears welled up in his eyes. He tried hard not to let the tears fall and continued:
"But don't worry, Grandma Dong. According to the old Chinese doctor, this medicine is particularly effective for acute illnesses. The medicinal materials in it are all carefully prepared and rare."
"Maybe it can help Secretary Dong's condition at a critical moment. You two can rest assured, Secretary Dong is a lucky person, and with the help of this pill, he will definitely recover soon."
Grandma Dong's eyes were filled with gratitude and confusion. She took the pill with trembling hands, examined it carefully, and murmured:
"This... Thank you so much, Jianguo. But this pill looks unusual. Is it too expensive?"
Although Secretary Dong had difficulty expressing himself in words, his eyes revealed a hint of hope and gratitude, and he nodded slightly as a response.
Seeing this, Wang Jianguo waved his hands quickly, a sincere smile appeared on his face, and said:
"Grandma Dong, what are you talking about? Secretary Dong has given so much to our village, this little thing is nothing. Please let Secretary Dong take the pill quickly, we are all hoping that he will get better soon." At this moment, the atmosphere in the ward was still solemn, but with a glimmer of hope brought by this small pill, everyone seemed to have some hope in their hearts, hoping that Secretary Dong could take the pill as soon as possible and his condition would improve.