Chapter 580 Helping Yang Xiaohua
Next, if the brick factory is approved, there will be a series of issues such as construction planning, fund preparation, and personnel deployment waiting for Secretary Dong to plan.
He really couldn't bear to add any extra burden to Secretary Dong at this time.
Thinking of this, Wang Jianguo slowly shook his head, with a firm but slightly helpless expression on his face, and said:
"No, Brother Shuzhuo, Secretary Dong's condition has just improved a little, and it is time for him to rest and recuperate."
"Just think about it, he has put in so much effort for our brick factory, and now he can finally take a break."
"If the brick factory is approved, there will be so many important things waiting for him to do. We can't bother him because of our own affairs."
Wang Jianguo patted Zhao Shuzhuo on the shoulder, as if to cheer him up and to calm him down, and then said:
"Brother Shuzhuo, don't be discouraged. There are always more solutions than problems. Let me ask where the black market is. Although the black market is risky, there is no better solution at the moment."
"Let's go to the black market and maybe try our luck and buy some special medicine. Don't worry, I will be careful and won't cause any trouble."
His eyes revealed a bit of courage and determination, even though he knew the road ahead was difficult and full of unknowns.
But if this could lead to the marriage of Zhao Shuzhuo and Yang Xiaohua, he was willing to take the risk and give it a try, just to repay the favor of Zhao Shuzhuo for letting him and He Yushui stay in his house.
Zhao Shuzhuo stood in the slightly cold corridor of the hospital. The light above his head emitted a pale light, illuminating his worried face particularly clearly.
Hearing Wang Jianguo mention that he was going to the black market to look for special medicine, his brows knitted tightly, his eyes were full of worry and uneasiness, he bit his lips subconsciously, hesitated for a moment, and said worriedly:
"The black market? This... is this possible? There are all kinds of people there, and the risk is not small. Moreover, since the medicine is so scarce, on the black market... won't it cost a lot to buy it?"
As he spoke, he shook his head slightly, and some of the chaos in the black market that he had heard of involuntarily emerged in his mind, and he was full of doubts about this approach.
Wang Jianguo looked at Zhao Shuzhuo's worried face and knew that his concerns were not unreasonable. He couldn't help but sigh heavily. The sigh seemed to carry a lot of helplessness and echoed in the silent corridor.
After a moment, he raised his head, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said with a hint of sarcasm:
"That will definitely cost a lot, of course! But don't worry, Brother Shuzhuo."
Having said that, Wang Jianguo deliberately paused, his eyes fixed on Zhao Shuzhuo, and the smile in his eyes became even more intense.
"For your happiness, money is not a problem! We are brothers, and it's rare that you care so much about a girl, so I must help you to the end."
He said it lightly, but he knew in his heart that this trip to the black market would be full of difficulties, and he just didn't want Zhao Shuzhuo to worry too much.
After hearing what Wang Jianguo said, Zhao Shuzhuo's heart suddenly warmed up and his eyes unconsciously turned red.
He never expected that when faced with such a difficult problem, Wang Jianguo not only did not back down, but was also willing to take risks and bear the high medical expenses for his inexplicable feelings.
He was so moved that he didn't know how to express his gratitude for a moment. He just reached out his hand, patted Wang Jianguo's shoulder heavily, and said with a slightly choked voice:
"Jianguo, I don't know what to say, really, thank you! I'm sorry to bother you with this matter. I know in my heart that you are helping me carry the responsibility. I will remember this kindness."
Wang Jianguo was touched by Zhao Shuzhuo's sincere expression. He smiled and waved his hand, then punched Zhao Shuzhuo's chest in anger and said:
"Brother Shuzhuo, what are you talking about? Are we being so formal with each other? This is as it should be!"
As he spoke, he looked at his watch and a trace of anxiety flashed across his face.
"Oh, it's getting late. Secretary Dong is still waiting for dinner. I have to go back quickly. You stay here and persuade Xiaohua to eat her meal. Don't let her go hungry. Health is the capital of revolution. I'm leaving now!"
After saying that, Wang Jianguo turned around and walked away quickly, his figure soon disappearing at the end of the corridor.
Only Zhao Shuzhuo was left standing there, looking in the direction he left. He felt mixed emotions, gratitude towards Wang Jianguo and concern for Yang Xiaohua.
Wang Jianguo hurried to the door of Secretary Dong's ward. Before he could push the door open, he stopped, bent down slightly, and rubbed his hands quickly on his clothes.
He tried to smooth out the corners of his clothes that were wrinkled from jogging, and raised his hand to tidy up his messy hair. Then he took a deep breath and reached out to push open the door of the ward.
As soon as I entered the room, I was greeted by the aroma of food and warmth. In the ward, Secretary Dong was half leaning on the bed, talking softly with Grandma Zhao beside him, with a look of concern and warmth in his eyes.
Seeing Wang Jianguo come in, Secretary Dong nodded slightly with a kind smile on his face. Grandma Zhao also turned her head, her eyes full of questions.
Wang Jianguo's face was instantly filled with apology. He walked a few steps quickly to the bedside, bowed slightly, and said with full guilt:
"Secretary Dong, Grandma Zhao, I'm so sorry that I took some time on the way here and delayed your meal. Are you all hungry?"
As he spoke, he quickly placed the lunch boxes in his hands on the table beside him, quickly opened the lids, and arranged the food neatly one by one, muttering to himself:
"Hurry, hurry, let's eat quickly, the food is getting cold."
He tried to make up for his lateness by moving as quickly as possible.
Just as Wang Jianguo was placing the food, Secretary Dong keenly noticed something was wrong. He frowned slightly, looked at Wang Jianguo through his glasses with doubt, and asked softly:
"Jianguo, what's going on outside? I keep hearing some noisy noises in my ears. Is there something wrong?"
Wang Jianguo's hands trembled violently, and he almost knocked over the lunch box in his hand. His heart skipped a beat, but he forced a smile on his face, his eyes dodged unconsciously, and he said evasively:
"No... nothing happened. It's just some trivial matters. It's not worth your worrying. Don't worry about it. Let's eat."
As he spoke, he deliberately quickened his movements, trying to cover up his inner panic with busyness, but his slightly red ears still exposed his discomfort.
In fact, he was feeling very conflicted. He didn't want Secretary Dong and Grandma Zhao to worry about Yang Xiaohua, but he was also afraid that his poor lie would be easily exposed. For a moment, he was at a loss.