Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Upon hearing this, Liang Tiejun felt a lump in his throat.

He originally wanted to ask what had happened on the road, but looking at Zhao Shanhe's face, which was blue from the wind and snow, and at the dried bloodstains on the cuffs of his cotton-padded jacket, he swallowed his words in the end.

Some things don't need to be asked.

The fact that they were able to bring this medicine back from outside at this point already says it all.

The corridor fell silent again. The operating room quickly became busy again.

Footsteps, the clanging of instruments, and the nurse's low urging voices came through the door, like fine needles pricking at one's heart.

Dazhuang leaned against the wall, standing there like a nail, his eyes fixed on the door.

Jianmin stood at the top of the stairs, his chest still heaving, his hand on the wall, not having recovered from the frantic run for a long time.

Zhao Shanhe stood in the middle of the corridor, the chill still lingering on his body, a small puddle of snow water slowly melting at his feet.

Five minutes passed, then ten minutes passed.

The clock at the end of the corridor ticked away, each tick like a heavy hammer blow to the heart.

Finally, the operating room doors were pushed open again.

When the doctor peeked out and took off his mask, his forehead was covered in glistening beads of sweat, but his eyes shone with the light of relief that came after surviving a close call.

Da Zhuang suddenly stood up straight. Due to the sudden movement, his body swayed, and his voice trembled uncontrollably:

"doctor……"

The doctor first let out a long breath, and the tension in his body relaxed:

"The medicine has been administered, and the effect is even better than I expected."

He glanced at Dazhuang, then looked up at Zhao Shanhe standing in the middle of the corridor, his eyes filled with undisguised amazement:

"The high fever has started to subside, and the most troublesome spread of the infection has been temporarily stopped. This stuff... is truly a lifesaver."

"We've overcome the most crucial hurdle."

Da Zhuang's lips moved violently, his eyes turned red instantly, and his nostrils twitched incessantly with excitement.

"Then...what about the arm? Doctor, does it need to be amputated?"

The doctor wiped the sweat from his brow, his gaze complex as he looked into the operating room, and said slowly:

"No need. As long as the inflammation can be controlled, this arm can be saved. After the debridement is finished, he can be wheeled out."

With a "plop".

Dazhuang, a burly man weighing nearly 200 pounds, seemed to have all his energy drained away in that instant. He knelt directly on the cement ground, covered his face, and let out a few beast-like howls.

Liang Tiejun gripped the remaining cigarette tightly in his hand, his eyes welling up with tears. He patted Dazhuang's head hard, then turned to look at Zhao Shanhe.

Zhao Shanhe was still standing there.

Upon hearing the words "saved," his eyes, which had been as cold and hard as stone, blinked slightly.

He looked down at his trembling right hand and slowly clenched it into a fist.

"As long as it's saved, that's good."

Zhao Shanhe repeated the sentence in a low voice, a strong taste of blood rising in his throat.

He turned around, dragging his leaden steps, and slowly walked towards the bench.

He is too tired.

The exhaustion from the long journey and the battles overwhelmed him like a tidal wave. He leaned back in his chair, intending only to close his eyes for a moment.

But the moment his eyelids closed, the hustle and bustle of the city hospital, Dazhuang's cries, and the doctor's instructions all seemed to vanish from him in an instant.

He felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless black hole, his body so heavy that he couldn't even move a little finger.

"Shanhe... Brother."

Jianmin was just about to say something when he suddenly looked up and saw Zhao Shanhe leaning against the armrest of the bench, his head, which was always held straight, now drooping heavily.

The remaining half-sentence was stuck in Jianmin's throat.

He stood there, stunned for a moment, before slowly lowering his voice.

"...Asleep?"

No one responded.

The corridor became much quieter.

Dazhuang originally wanted to walk towards Zhao Shanhe, but he stopped after taking only half a step.

He looked at the person sleeping on the bench with their head tilted to one side, his throat bobbed, and in the end he just lowered his head and wiped his face.

Liang Tiejun stood to the side, looked at Zhao Shanhe for a while, and sighed softly.

"Let him sleep."

After he finished speaking, he took off his military overcoat, shook it out, and gently covered Zhao Shanhe with it.

As soon as the coat was put down, Zhao Shanhe frowned slightly, and his right index finger twitched slightly.

Everyone stopped.

But soon, his breathing became shallow again. Jianmin was still holding the cup of hot water in his hand. He stood there for a while before slowly placing the cup on the side of the bench.

The lights in the corridor were still on. Low footsteps and the sounds of instruments could still be heard from the operating room.

But this time, no one woke him up.

No one spoke in the hallway.

The operating room lights were still on, and people were still busy inside, but the dark cloud that had been hanging over everyone's heads had already dissipated.

Outside the window, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

……

Zhao Shanhe was awakened by the sound of iron bed rollers scraping against the ground.

Almost the instant the sound rang out, the man who had been slumped on the bench, fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes held no trace of the drowsiness of someone just waking up; instead, they were bloodshot and revealed a chilling ruthlessness born from seeing blood.

His right hand instinctively reached into his chest, but he only managed to grab the military overcoat that Liang Tiejun had draped over him.

The heavy military overcoat slipped down to his knees.

Zhao Shanhe's muscles stiffened for a moment before slowly relaxing, and the soreness that seemed to emanate from his bones instantly swept over his entire body.

"Shanhe, are you awake?"

Liang Tiejun was standing on the opposite bench, clutching a cold aluminum lunchbox in his hand. Upon seeing this, he quickly stood up.

Zhao Shanhe didn't speak, but instead rubbed his face hard, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed on sandpaper:

"It's been launched?"

"Just came out!"

Before Liang Tiejun could finish speaking, a series of hurried yet restrained footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Two nurses pushed the hospital bed slowly out of the operating room. The wheels of the metal bed made a rough, grinding sound as they rolled over the concrete floor.

Old Xu was lying on top of it. His face was as white as paper, his lips were chapped, and he was breathing very lightly through his nostrils.

The injured arm was wrapped in thick gauze and splints, hanging in a sling at the side, almost unrecognizable from its original state.

The doctor followed behind, took off his mask, and his face was even paler than the night before, but his eyes were finally much more steady.

"The surgery was a success."

As soon as those words were spoken, the breathing of several people in the corridor visibly eased.

The doctor raised his hand to rub his temples and continued, "The extent of his recovery will depend on infection control, nerve damage, and his own recovery process."

Liang Tiejun immediately took half a step forward, his voice very steady:

"Doctor, when will he wake up?"

The doctor glanced at him and said slowly:

"Once the anesthesia wears off, you should wake up in a few tens of minutes. However, you'll feel very weak when you first wake up, your wound will hurt, and your high fever may not subside immediately. Don't all rush over to her."

Liang Tiejun nodded:

What should we be careful about next?

The doctor said:

"You can't touch the wound. Follow the hospital's instructions regarding medication and dressing changes. Right now, we can only say that the arm has been saved, but we'll have to keep an eye on how well it recovers."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhao Shanhe again:

"This batch of medicine you sent is crucial. If it had been any later, the outcome would have been very different."

The doctor stepped aside and said to the nurse:

"Send him to the observation ward first."

The nurse nodded and pushed the gurney forward. Dazhuang and Jianmin instinctively wanted to follow, but the doctor stopped them again:

"Only one person can go in at a time. The rest of you wait outside."

Da Zhuang stopped and looked at Zhao Shanhe. Zhao Shanhe's voice was hoarse, but crisp:

"Jianmin, go in with him."

Jianmin was taken aback: "Me?"

"You are thoughtful."

Zhao Shanhe glanced at Old Xu and said:

"Keep an eye on the IV drip and follow the doctor's instructions."

Jianmin nodded immediately and quickly followed.

Dazhuang stood still, unwilling but not arguing.

Liang Tiejun glanced at Zhao Shanhe and whispered:

"Shanhe, go wash your face, eat something, and then get some sleep. You've been up all night."

Zhao Shanhe shook his head:

"Get to the point. Is there any progress on the matter concerning that Soviet expert?"

When Liang Tiejun heard the words "Soviet experts," he was visibly shaken.

"real?"

He took a half step forward, his eyes suddenly lighting up. "Shanhe, you really opened this channel? Where are the people? When can they come? Who did you invite them from?"

These past few days, what's weighing on Liang Tiejun's mind isn't just Lao Xu's life.

The situation at the Red Star Factory was like a red-hot piece of iron, weighing heavily on his hands every day.

The machines arrived, and the factory was in turmoil.

The veteran workers were dissatisfied, and no one supported the new production line.

With Liang Jiajun's death, the line of people who could take over the technology was cut off, and the fur processing line in the workshop, which had just begun to show promise, immediately felt like it had lost half of its spine.

What's worse, the people outside have started to move too.

Two days ago, someone in the city said that with so many things happening at the Hongxing Factory recently, shouldn't the factory's management be reorganized?

He spoke very softly.

What "strengthening leadership"? What "sending knowledgeable people to assist"?

Why "we can't let such important equipment and transformation tasks be ruined by management problems"?

But Liang Tiejun had spent half his life in the factory, so how could he not understand the meaning behind those words?

It's called assistance. But once they're actually in the factory, it's hard to say who will be assisting whom.

With Liang Jiajun dead and Lao Xu in the hospital, Zhao Shanhe couldn't possibly stay at the Hongxing Factory every day.

If a so-called "new factory director" or "work group" were to be appointed from above at this time, the newly established rules in the gate, warehouse, and machine area of ​​the Hongxing Factory could be dismantled in the blink of an eye.

Liang Tiejun hasn't said anything these past few days, but he's been holding back his anger.

He hasn't slept well for several days.

When I close my eyes, all I see are those new machines in the warehouse.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was those eyes in the workshop, waiting to see which way the wind would blow.

The factory workers were watching him, people outside were watching him, and even some people in the city were waiting for him to give out.

Without a truly knowledgeable person to support the new production line, the Hongxing Factory's path is like pulling a cart in the snow. No one is in charge at the front, and no matter how many people push from behind, it will eventually overturn.

So when Zhao Shanhe suddenly said that the Soviet experts had been found, how could Liang Tiejun not be anxious?

Zhao Shanhe raised his hand and pressed down:

"Don't ask such detailed questions yet."

Liang Tiejun was taken aback.

Zhao Shanhe looked at him, his voice very low:

"This matter is not settled yet. The person has been found, but it will take time to bring them over."

Liang Tiejun took half a step forward, his voice low: "Is he reliable?"

Zhao Shanhe said, "Reliable."

"It came from the state-owned fur factory in the Soviet Union."

"He worked there for over ten years, and he knows everything about tanning, leather cutting, and how the entire processing line works."

"Not just a good-for-nothing who talks a big game."

"He is a technical backbone who has actually led production lines and modified machines in the factory."

When Liang Tiejun heard the words "State-owned Fur Joint Factory," his eyes froze.

He knew all too well the weight of those words.

The anxiety on Liang Tiejun's face gradually subsided, and he immediately understood that there was more trouble involved:

"How long until people can arrive?"

Zhao Shanhe remained silent for a moment:

"If it goes quickly, it will take half a month. If it goes slowly, it will take a month."

Liang Tiejun frowned.

Half a month to a month is not a short time for Hongxing Machinery Factory now.

Liang Tiejun didn't speak immediately. He stared at Zhao Shanhe for a few seconds, then suddenly asked:

Are you leaving during this period?

Zhao Shanhe nodded:

"There's something I need to do personally."

Liang Tiejun's voice deepened:

"Danger?"

Zhao Shanhe did not answer directly, but only said:

"I can't take care of things at the factory right now."

As soon as he heard that, Liang Tiejun knew what was going on.

He did not press Zhao Shanhe about what he was going to do.

Enough has happened these past few days. The fact that someone could bring back that life-saving medicine before dawn and say "I must do it myself" shows that the matter is definitely not simple.

Liang Tiejun slowly exhaled:

"What do you want me to do?"

Zhao Shanhe looked at him:

"First, at the hospital, Lao Xu's medication must not be interrupted. Someone needs to keep track of medication administration, dressing changes, and how much is left. Second, keep things organized at the factory. The machine area, warehouse, and gate should all follow the rules I set beforehand. Third, if anyone tries to steal while I'm not around, don't hesitate to ask."

Liang Tiejun nodded:

"Don't worry about that."

Zhao Shanhe continued:

"Fourth, don't tell anyone about the Soviet experts before they actually arrive at the factory. The fewer people in the factory who know, the better."

Liang Tiejun's eyes flickered:

"Afraid someone will sabotage things?"

Zhao Shanhe's voice was very flat:

"It's not that I'm afraid. It's that someone is bound to sabotage things."

Liang Tiejun fell silent; those words carried more weight than any explanation.

After a moment, he slowly nodded:

"Understood. I won't even tell Lao Wang about the experts' affairs. I'll handle things at the factory."

Zhao Shanhe glanced at him:

"Can you hold on?"

Liang Tiejun smiled, but there was little ease in that smile:

"We have to hold on, even if we can't. Hongxing Factory isn't just your factory, Zhao Shanhe's factory."

He paused, then added:

"You've already paved the way for the most difficult part. If the remaining tasks of guarding the gate, maintaining order, and keeping people on their toes are all left to you, then I might as well quit being the factory manager."

Zhao Shanhe nodded:

"it is good."

Liang Tiejun looked at him and couldn't help but ask:

"Shanhe, what exactly are you going to do?"

Zhao Shanhe did not answer immediately.

He glanced down towards the ward; through the door, Old Xu was still lying inside. After a couple of moments, he said:

"Pay back a debt."

Liang Tiejun frowned slightly. Zhao Shanhe raised his eyes, his voice not loud:

"It's also about opening up a road."

Liang Tiejun was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and patted Zhao Shanhe's arm.

"Then you can go without worry. I'll have someone keep an eye on things at the hospital."

Zhao Shanhe looked at him, and after a couple of breaths, nodded: "Then I'll leave it to Director Liang."

Liang Tiejun waved his hand: "Don't talk about that."

"Old Xu got into trouble because of the Red Star Factory, so the factory should have taken care of it."

Zhao Shanhe hummed in response. He didn't say anything more.

He turned and walked out.

Liang Tiejun stood there, watching his retreating figure, and suddenly whispered, "Mountains and rivers."

Zhao Shanhe paused for a moment, but didn't turn around.

Liang Tiejun said, "Come back alive."

Zhao Shanhe remained silent for a moment, then simply replied, "Don't worry."

After saying that, he pushed open the door at the end of the corridor and walked out.

Next, it's time to prepare to head into the mountains.