Chapter 611 Secretary Dong’s Sad Story

Secretary Dong's gaze became somewhat distant, as if he was caught in a whirlpool of memories.

"When I was injured in the Great Northern Wilderness and was rescued by Shuzhuo's grandfather, we were both very young and didn't have any children."

"I lived in their home for more than half a year. At that time, the village was poor and everyone was worried about food and clothing, but his grandfather was always cheerful. Whenever a family was in trouble, he would be the first to rush to help."

"Once, the village suffered a drought. The crops were almost dead, and water was scarce. Everyone was as anxious as ants on a hot pot."

"Without saying a word, Shuzhuo's grandfather picked up his hoe and led everyone to look for water. He stayed up for several days and nights and finally dug out a clear spring in the valley, which solved the urgent need of the village."

Secretary Dong paused, his eyes revealing deep admiration.

"Another time, an elderly widow in the village fell ill and had no money for treatment. Shuzhuo's grandfather not only took out his family's only savings, but also ran around the surrounding villages to find a doctor for the elderly."

"Under his grandfather's careful care, the old man's illness gradually recovered. From then on, I knew that his grandfather was a truly kind and enthusiastic person, and this kindness and enthusiasm was also passed on to Shuzhuo."

Thinking of this, Secretary Dong's eyes became firm and bright again. He stood up, patted the dust off his body, and his tone was full of expectation:

"Shuzhuo is a sensible child. He must have done a lot for the village over the years. Now that he has found the girl he loves, I can't tell you how happy I am."

"I thought that when he gets married in the future, I must go to the Great Northern Wilderness in person to witness his lifelong event."

"The land of the Great Northern Wilderness carries the dreams and hopes of so many people. Holding a wedding there must be unique and can be regarded as a special testimony to the love of this child."

Secretary Dong lowered his head slightly, and gently stroked the notebook in his hand. His thoughts seemed to travel through time and space, and he saw the scene of the future:

"At that time, the snowy Great Northern Wilderness will be decorated to be particularly festive. Shuzhuo will hold the bride's hand and complete the ceremony amid the cheers of relatives and friends. I will be standing in the audience, watching this scene, and I will feel relieved."

His voice was slightly deeper, with a hint of sadness.

"It's a pity that his father and mother passed away early and didn't see Shuzhuo grow up."

At this point, Secretary Dong's voice choked up.

"But I believe that if he were still alive, he would be very pleased to see Shu Zhuo today."

"And I will go see his grandfather a hundred years later so that I can give him an explanation and tell him that our child is doing well and has found his own happiness."

Secretary Dong leaned against the hospital bed, his weathered face filled with sadness, and his eyes stared at the ceiling with empty eyes.

It was as if he had fallen into an endless abyss of memories. The emotions that had just touched his heart were like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, making it difficult for him to extricate himself.

Wang Jianguo stood quietly beside the bed, his eyes full of worry and concern. He stared at Secretary Dong as if he was guarding a rare treasure, afraid that he would be hurt in the slightest.

Wang Jianguo knows very well that Secretary Dong is a man who cares about the village and his fellow villagers in his heart. Every bit of the past is not just a memory to him, but also the support for his lifelong beliefs.

Because of this, once you fall into the nostalgia of the past, the emotions will be like a surging tide, out of control.

Seeing tears gradually welling up in Secretary Dong's eyes and his breathing becoming rapid, Wang Jianguo was extremely anxious. His brain was working rapidly, desperately trying to find a topic that could pull Secretary Dong out of his sadness.

Suddenly, Wang Jianguo forced a smile on his face, trying to make his voice sound relaxed and cheerful. He took a step forward, bent down slightly, and asked softly:

"Secretary Dong, did the doctor say when you will be discharged from the hospital?"

As he spoke, he quickly pulled over a chair, carefully sat down beside the bed, leaned forward, and locked his gaze into Secretary Dong's eyes, as if he wanted to give Secretary Dong some comfort with such focused companionship.

Secretary Dong was suddenly awakened from his memories as if he was struck by a sharp lightning.

He blinked his moist eyes, subconsciously raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, cleared his throat, and responded with some helplessness:

"Oh, the doctor said to observe for a few more days. If all indicators are stable, you can be discharged from the hospital. Why, are you in a hurry to leave?"

Although there was a hint of sarcasm in his words, trying to cover up his recent gaffe, his slightly trembling voice still betrayed the turmoil in his heart at the moment.

Wang Jianguo waved his hands quickly, his smile became brighter, and his tone was full of sincerity:

"How can that be possible, Secretary Dong? We wish we could stay here with you longer. But as you know, we can't delay the work of the village supply and marketing cooperative."

He sat up straighter, his hands folded neatly on his knees, his eyes revealing his seriousness and responsibility towards his work.

"Look, all the goods we needed for this trip have been prepared and were sent out by train yesterday."

"To ensure everything goes well, we arranged several experienced villagers to follow up along the way."

"Whether it's road conditions during transportation or loading, unloading and handover after arriving at the destination, there are people watching every step closely to ensure smooth delivery."

"The supply and marketing cooperative has come to an end for the time being. Next, we will start preparing to build a brick factory."

When Wang Jianguo mentioned the brick factory, his eyes lit up instantly, and a bustling production scene in the village of the future emerged in his mind:

Thick smoke billowed out of tall chimneys, trucks loaded with bricks shuttled back and forth on the wide road, and the villagers' faces were filled with joy as if they had a good harvest, as they were busy at their various posts with great energy.

Secretary Dong was about to respond, but his face suddenly changed into a distressed expression. He sighed heavily, his voice full of helplessness:

"Jianguo, I have wanted to be discharged from the hospital for a long time. I think there is nothing wrong with my body. Really, I am almost sick every day in this ward, smelling the disinfectant and listening to the sound of these instruments. I can be discharged at any time."

As he spoke, he tugged at the blanket on his body irritably, sat up straighter, and continued to complain:

"But this matter is really not something I can decide. Did you know that the vice president of this hospital is a classmate of my daughter?"

"My girl is overseas and can't come back. I don't know what she said to her classmates, but she is determined not to let me leave the hospital."

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