After chatting for a while, Chen Jie and his family left.

Tian Wenjian, who was so troubled by Vice President Yan's words that he couldn't sleep, simply opened his laptop, connected to the Internet cable, and sent an email to the master on the other side of the ocean about Chen Yongjun's "inspection".

The old man can't go online, and if he wants to receive a reply, he will have to wait until Wu Xiaoyan is busy with work. However, Tian Wenjian is not without a little gain, these days he has been busy with the merger and reorganization of hospitals, and there are more than a dozen unread emails in his inbox.

There is a letter from the eighth senior brother reporting his safety, and several photos of the rest of his life after the catastrophe are attached; With Wu Xiaoyan, it's nothing, just a lot of lecture notes from philosophy classes in Ivy League schools; An Xiaobin had the most emails and the most abundant content, first denouncing the American people for looking down on people and even refusing to accept his application by a credit card company, so that he could not use his credit card to buy the new mobile phone that only cost $18, and could not enjoy the preferential package of 750 minutes of free phone calls per month in the eight eastern states. I had to spend more than $100 on a cell phone and the kind of business that had to be pre-deposited.

Then there is the hooliganism of the American people, saying that the bridge from New Jersey to New York City was originally double-decker, the upper layer was called the George Washington Bridge, and the lower layer was called the Margaret Washington Bridge, which was to commemorate the mother of the nation. Why is the father of the nation above and the mother of the nation below? What is this not a hooligan?

There are many such feelings, seeing that Dean Tian laughed and laughed, and even felt much better, and even replied to him with a letter, suggesting that he record his experience, and then adapt it into a script when it is developed in the future, and make it a "Yanjing People in New York 2".

After all this, Boss Yan called, the content was very brief, first, the matter of HIV infection was too complicated, and the health system was secretive, and he didn't ask for a reason for a while; Second, the memorial service of General Qiao was of a very high level, and there was a member of the Politburo Standing Committee who went to the club, and several old-timers who went to the society to attend the farewell ceremony, expressed their powerlessness about it.

If you can't go, you can't really go!

Just when Dean Tian was disheartened, he suddenly remembered the political commissar Cheng who returned to Beijing more than half a month ago. After all, General Qiao was the head of the General Political Department before he left, and the various departments of the General Political Department would definitely go to Babaoshan to bid farewell to the old-timers.

I really found the right person this time, Cheng Qiufang bluntly told him after receiving the phone call that he would really attend the memorial service of the old general tomorrow. After learning that Tian Wenjian had arrived in the capital, he excitedly said that he would come to pick him up early tomorrow morning, and as for whether he could take him in, he would find a way.

Tian Wenjian slept late that night, but got up early.

After a long walk around the hotel, I finally found a flower shop. Fortunately, unlike other shops, the flower shop does not open until after eight o'clock. Seeing that they were decorating two wedding cars at the door, Tian Wenjian had to bite the bullet and quietly pull the boss aside.

Cheng Qiufang arrived at the hotel at eight o'clock in the morning, and before she got out of the car, she saw Tian Wenjian standing by the door with a blank face. With a white shirt, a black suit, black leather shoes, and a bouquet of flowers composed of white calla lilies, marigolds, and white lotuses, he knew at a glance that he was going to the funeral.

"When did you arrive? Why don't you make a phone call? Cheng Qiufang, who was dressed in military uniform, patted his arm with a concerned expression.

"I got off the plane last night, and I was afraid of delaying your work, so I didn't give ......"

Looking at his dark circles and bloodshot eyes, Cheng Qiufang knew that he hadn't slept well, and without waiting for him to finish, he pointed to the car and said, "Let's talk about getting in the car." ”

"Yes."

may be afraid of the feelings of Dean Tian, Cheng Qiufang did not call a driver, and drove in person. As soon as the car turned out of the hotel parking lot, she glanced back at the flowers on the back seat, and sighed: "Life is so short, more than half a month ago, I was still standing together to talk, sitting and eating together, this blink of an eye, just leave." ”

Tian Wenjian rubbed his eyes and said with emotion: "Yes, that's why we have to cherish it." ”

"The time, personnel, and funeral committee of the farewell ceremony have clearly stipulated, and our unit is half past ten. I can help you bring the flowers in, I really can't help it. You must know that not everyone in our unit goes, and I still won this place. ”

Striving to participate in the memorial service, Tian Wenjian heard of it for the first time. But when I thought that I wasn't fighting for it, I was relieved. After all, the Longjiang Air Force Hospital is the last stop in the life of the old general, except for 301. Although the time spent together was very short, without his help, there would be no Longjiang Air Force Hospital today.

Tian Wenjian took out a cigarette, lit it without saying a word, and said in a low voice after smoking: "Chen Hongjun may be inside, you see him and say I'm here." ”

"Okay, then you'll just wait outside."

Cheng Qiufang looked at her watch, and while driving the car, she said solemnly: "I know about HIV infection, and the leader said that you are right to hide it from me, but I still feel very uncomfortable." Oda ...... Have you never considered me one of your own? ”

Tian Wenjian pressed down the power window, looked at the scenery outside the window, and said with a wry smile: "We don't want to bother you." Sister Cheng, not only do you not know about that incident, but even most of the division leaders don't know, and the health team is still in the dark. ”

"I've heard that patients' body fluids and blood are particularly susceptible to infection, so everyone is okay, right?" Cheng Qiufang pulled the car to the side of the road, turned her head suddenly, and stared at his eyes with a worried expression.

"Professor Le discovered it early, and there were not many people who came into contact with the patient. Dr. Lin, the head nurse, Xiao Xiao and Xiao Zheng have all been checked, and they have no wounds on their hands and arms, and there are no minor infections, so there should be no problems. However, we will not take it lightly and wait for another blood test after a while, otherwise we will be a little worried. ”

Cheng Qiufang breathed a sigh of relief, and while starting the car to continue driving in the direction of Babaoshan, she said with palpitations: "I'm worried about death these days, for fear that everyone will be infected." Even if you don't come, I'll find a chance to go back and ask you face-to-face. ”

As soon as the merger and reorganization of the Air Force Hospital was introduced, the car arrived at the Babaoshan Revolutionary Cemetery. This is a garden-style cemetery rebuilt from the Ming Dynasty Huguo Zenlin Temple, because there are national leaders to come, it has long been heavily guarded. One after another, under the command of the guards and the public security police, the black cars flowed in and out like water.

Tian Wenjian, a nobody, was naturally not qualified to enter, so he could only sit quietly in the car, and Cheng Qiufang, who was watching, walked into the general political queue in the cordon with flowers in his hand. The time was not up, and they could only wait outside.

At half past ten, Cheng Qiufang and others walked into the door on time. After more than 20 minutes, I saw her running out quickly. Tian Wenjian was stunned for a moment, hurriedly pushed the car door to greet him, and asked eagerly: "Sister Cheng, have you seen Chen Hongjun?" ”

"See...... See...... See. ”

Cheng Qiufang covered her chest with one hand, pointed to the guest house on the left side with the other, and said breathlessly: "He said that if you have to wait, go to the guest house to wait, and after the memorial service, the family will go there to rest." ”

When people arrive in this position, the funeral is no longer up to the family. Dean Tian nodded, and said helplessly: "Okay, I'll go to the guest house and wait." ”

"I'll go with you."

Walking into the guest house building, the decoration of the hall still retains the style of the last century, a large magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland on the wall, a circle of brown leather sofas, and two evergreen, earthy yellow wooden front desks standing next to it.

The two sat on the sofa and waited for a while, only to see Chen Hongjun and a man in his thirties, with three female dependents and two children, walking in silently.

Chen Hongjun whispered a few words in the man's ear, and then strode up to meet him, and said expressionlessly: "You wait a minute, you go in with me." ”

Tian Wenjian and Cheng Qiufang glanced at each other, nodded heavily, and followed them into the lounge on the second floor. After settling the female dependents and children, Chen Hongjun and the man walked over, and while motioning for Tian Wenjian to sit down, he introduced lightly: "Qiao Wei, the only grandson of the chief." ”

Tian Wenjian had already thought about the words of mourning, but he couldn't say anything in the face of them, so he could only bow deeply, choked up and introduced himself: "Tian Wenjian, Tian Wenjian, acting director of Longjiang Air Force Hospital. ”

Qiao Wei nodded slightly, and said coldly: "The old man walked very calmly, in the last few days, seeing that the doctor was still formulating plans one by one, adding good medicine, he felt very uneasy, and always said intermittently: Don't bother, leave the good medicine to others, the melon is more than mine."

Before he died, he used his last strength to say to the leaders of the hospital: Please tell the organization, and the future will be simple...... Autopsy ...... Other than that...... Conquering AIDS...... Thank you, comrades......"

This is the last confession left by the old general, Tian Wenjian couldn't help but shed tears, turned around suddenly, and bowed three times in the direction of the cemetery. What made him unbelievable was that Qiao Wei and Chen Hongjun also bowed to him, which should be regarded as a return gift from his family.

Qiao Wei sat down, stared at his eyes, and said in a low voice: "People are also here, bow and bow, your heart is done, is there anything else?" ”

Seeing Chen Hongjun standing there silently, Dean Tian shook his head slightly, and said with an extremely heavy heart: "No, thank you two." After saying that, he bowed to the two of them again, and walked out the door without looking back.

"Thousands of calculations, you only like to calculate people, and you don't like to be calculated." As soon as Tian Wenjian walked to the door, Chen Hongjun finally spoke, and said lightly: "If we knew this, we should have told you the whole plan." ”

"Did the old general leave with regrets?" Dean Tian turned around and asked solemnly.

Chen Hongjun nodded and said: "Yes, he clearly understands how important selling blood is to the villagers, and he doesn't want to see the spread of HIV, so he drew up a plan, and even got the support of some leaders, but he didn't expect that the melon he trusted the most made the whole plan fall short."

But don't worry, he never complained about you. After all, this is not something that ordinary people can do, he just has the attitude of trying it out. In his heart, you will always be a melon. ”

Tian Wenjian reacted suddenly, with a sudden expression of realization, and asked eagerly: "The old general doesn't want to shut down the blood station?" ”

"Yes."

Qiao Wei nodded heavily, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said in a foggy voice: "Anyway, donating pulp is one of the main sources of income for the people of Panshan. In the old man's opinion, if there is no chance to sell blood, the villagers will only live more miserable. After all, there is no harm to the body when you donate pulp once a month, you only need to standardize the pulp mining process.

When he returned from his hometown, he spent the night asking some old friends from the health system to find out what was going on. When he learned that in the early 80s, the pulp donors were all from colleges and universities, and the nutrition fee for paid pulp donation was almost a month's salary, not only did not have an accident, but people were still very enthusiastic, so he imagined that under the premise of ensuring safety, there would be no intermediate links in Longjiang to carry out a pulp mining pilot without intermediate links. ”

In the 80s, the nutrition fee for paid pulp donation was equivalent to one month's salary. Today's nutrition costs are equivalent to a month's salary, but most of them go to the pulp mining stations and the sanitation system. Let the blood product company directly collect the pulp, and the income of the people can be greatly improved. Without the health department or drug regulatory department that has a stakehold, it can strictly supervise and ensure the safety of slurry mining.

Dean Tian realized the true intentions of the veteran generals and some leaders, and as long as they could conduct a pilot project, it would be equivalent to opening an opening. One is enough to make that huge interest group lose the opening of pulp mining sooner or later.

To carry out this experiment, it is necessary to have enough cards to force those with vested interests to agree. The hole cards are in their own hands, but they are not played and they are shown early. If you can't grasp the big handle of others, the pilot project will naturally not be successful.

It is conceivable that the current shutdown and rectification will not last long. When the limelight passed, they either continued to open or moved to the western region to find new sources of pulp.

Tian Wenjian pondered for a moment, stared at the two, shook his head and said with a wry smile: "The old man has been in the capital for too long, even if I play the cards, what can I do?" As long as there is money to be made, they will not miss it, either this game or that game. It is already very good to be able to add ten or twenty yuan to the nutrition fee of the fellow who sells blood. ”

No matter how good the policy is, it will change when it is implemented below.

Chen Hongjun understands this, and Qiao Wei also understands it, but this is the old general's last wish, they can only cooperate silently, unwilling to break the old man's heart. And the leader who supported him only had the attitude of a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

"Maybe you're right."

Qiao Wei stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Go back, do a good job in the hospital, and do something for the villagers in a down-to-earth manner, which is the best reward for the old man." ”

Tian Wenjian didn't say anything, but turned around and said helplessly: "Mr. Chen, the hospital is being merged and reorganized. If it's convenient, please send a representative, and that's all I can do. ”

Chen Hongjun frowned and asked sternly, "What do you mean?" ”

"I was demobilized on the spot, and now I am a middle-level cadre of the 315 factory. This director can't be replaced for a few days, I can only formulate a system for the hospital within my ability, as for whether it can persist and how long? That's up to you. ”

"Alas! Another jumping monkey was filmed. After Qiao Wei let out a long sigh, he walked out of the lounge without looking back.

"Got it." Chen Hongjun stepped forward, patted him on the arm, and followed him out of the lounge.

It was already lunch time when they walked out of the guest house, and although there were many restaurants around, Tian Wenjian and Cheng Qiufang were unwilling to eat here. Considering that she still had to go to work in the afternoon, Tian Wenjian declined the invitation to lunch, said goodbye and got off the bus before arriving at the hotel, and took a leisurely walk next to the ruins of the Old Summer Palace alone.

Yan Zhijie didn't have classes in the afternoon, and when he learned that Tian Wenjian was still waiting to say goodbye to him in person, he asked him to come to the party school to meet. Yesterday was in the evening, and I didn't see the surroundings clearly. Tian Wenjian only discovered today that the Central Party School is like a big garden, which not only shows the open and rugged style of the northern gardens, but also lacks the beautiful and exquisite characteristics of the famous gardens in the south of the Yangtze River.

The two did not go to the dormitory, but sat in the [***] pavilion in front of the dormitory building, after listening to Tian Wenjian's report, Yan Zhijie thought about it, and said fortunately: "Fortunately, Deputy Director Qiao is an understanding person, otherwise you kid will have good fruits to eat." ”

Tian Wenjian was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "Which bureau is the deputy director?" ”

"Secretariat of the Central Office of the People's Republic of China." Yan Zhijie glanced up at him and said with a smile: "You don't want to think about it, no one is behind you, just with Chen Hongjun's two strokes, can you fight for the Jiangdong Group with an output value of hundreds of millions?" ”

The level is not high, but the power is not small at all, Tian Wenjian gasped, and then asked: "President, so I'm fine?" ”

"What do you mean by something? What does it mean to be fine? Yan Zhijie glared at him fiercely, and said angrily: "You tossed like this, not only offended a large number of people who were not related to each other, but also cut off the incense of the An family." Everyone respects you, even if it's okay, what future can you have? ”

"Take one step at a time, anyway, I haven't thought about going on a career path."

"You're open-minded." Yan Zhijie sighed lightly, shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Speaking from the heart, I really regret supporting you to wade into the muddy waters of the Longjiang River now." If it hadn't been for that, you wouldn't be where you are today. ”

"President, what are you talking about?" Tian Wenjian sat down and said with emotion: "The road is chosen by myself, no matter which step I take, I have no regrets." ”

"Don't talk about that." Yan Zhijie patted his arm and smiled meaningfully: "After studying here, my work may be adjusted. After all this experience, it's time for you to learn your lesson, calm down and read, maybe we'll have the opportunity to work together in the future. ”

If you are not an official, it doesn't mean that you don't like others to be officials, looking at Yan Zhijie's confident appearance, Tian Wenjian couldn't help but smile and asked: "President, don't sell it, I am happy to say it." ”

"Actually, it's still the same old job, it's just a change of unit."

The old business, the old business! Tian Wenjian didn't think that he would be transferred to other newspapers, so he blurted out without thinking about it: "The Central Propaganda Department or the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television?" ”

"The one in front."

"Great, that's great!" Tian Wenjian looked like he was smiling, as if he was an official himself, and said with a big grin: "If you make a transition and kill a horse pistol, you have to do it with the Propaganda Minister of the entire provincial party committee." ”

Yan Zhijie was made laughed at by these words, punched him hard in the chest, and scolded with a smile: "Do you think the Central Organization Department is opened by my family? It's done, don't talk about it, go back to being the director of your system reform office. ”

(To be continued)