Just as Durin stepped into the confinement house, he didn't know that thousands of miles away, something that could affect all the moonshine industries in the entire empire was quietly happening.

"When was that?" said the leader of the new party, rubbing his temples and taking off his glasses after signing his name, and placing them on the table. He looks only in his forties, but in fact he is fifty-four years old, but he has always been well maintained, so he does not look old. He has blonde slightly curly hair, a white face with only a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, a high nose bridge and full lips that make his facial features very three-dimensional. Coupled with the fact that he had presided over the work of the New Party and the Empire for a long time, there was still a very aggressive majesty in his calm without any expression.

Like all fathers, he cares about his next generation, his heirs. His son is not a great son, at least not well enough in the role of his son. Probably most of the big men in the big power have such worries, his son is a wastewood, he has not done a few right things since he was a child, and spends all his time on pleasure and trouble.

Women, alcohol, chaotic and bad private life had broken his brain, and he had tried his best to supervise the bastard, but something still happened. Just now, his secretary-general told him that his son had been in a car accident and was in some serious condition, and that he wanted to go to the hospital.

"I remember I had a speed limiter put on his car, and he told me he wasn't going anywhere at home yesterday. He put his glasses in his pocket, then pulled out his fine pocket watch and looked at it, he had about twenty minutes. Twenty minutes later, the heads of several institutions in the center of the empire will come over for a brief meeting to discuss some of the policies to be enacted before the midterm elections.

The secretary general was speechless, the latest sports car from the Federation of the son of the party leader was indeed equipped with a speed limiter, and the principle of the speed limiter was not very complicated, and there were two main types. One is a physical speed limiter, which reduces the efficiency of the engine by reducing the ultra-high compressed steam entering the engine from the kinetic energy chamber. The second is a chemical method, which reduces the reaction speed between the yao crystal and the catalyst by adding a special substance to the kinetic energy chamber to achieve the purpose of limiting the speed of the vehicle.

Both of these methods were used in the sports car of the son of the party leader. But everything in this world exists in the opposite direction. You can load it all up for him, and he can unload them all by some means. The speed limiter was installed by the Secretary-General himself, and the unloading of the same speed limiter was arranged by the Secretary-General himself. He thought it wouldn't happen, but it did.

The only thing he was thankful for now was that the bastard had fallen into a deep coma, and the doctor said that even if he could wake up, he would have some functional impairments.

For example, slurred speech, becoming mentally handicapped and other sequelae.

Thank God for not forsaking me!

The Secretary-General followed the leader of the New Party, Magus, out of the mansion, who was not far from the best hospital, only three minutes away. Maggs remained silent all the way, his face a little gloomy and a little solemn, and it was not until he arrived at the hospital that he showed some anxiety.

The hospital knew that the boy who was badly injured was the son of Maggs, the leader of the New Party, and they sent a team of experts from all the most famous doctors to analyze the boy's condition. But the situation was bad, the bastard hit a wall at a very high speed, and it was thanks to God that he had survived until now. As for whether he can be completely rescued, no one has this confidence.

"I think we need to open his skull to find out why he's still unconscious. One surgeon offered his opinion.

Maggs's son's physical wounds have basically been treated, but he is still unconscious, in fact, the doctors here know that the problem must be in his brain. If the brain is not shattered by inertial squeezing under the violent impact, there may be a hematoma and blood clot somewhere that compresses the brain. But so far, only this one doctor has made such a view.

In this era when there is no way to find out what is going on inside the skull, all craniotomy is actually a gamble, because maybe the window you open happens to be no longer on the lesion, so many times once the craniotomy is confirmed, it is not one bone that needs to be cut on the head, but six bones. All people who have undergone craniotomy must not exercise vigorously for the rest of their lives, cannot be exposed to water for a long time, and must also wash their hair every day with a special antiseptic solution with disinfectant water to avoid infection.

Until now, among the cases that survived the craniotomy, the longest surviving was an old man who lived for seventeen years before falling unconscious during a sneeze and soon leaving this world.

It was stressful to have a craniotomy on Mags's son. Therefore, these doctors who are unwilling to take responsibility never mention the craniotomy, and always look for problems in several injuries that have been treated, such as his tibia fracture. God above, if there is a direct link between a tibial fracture and a deep coma, perhaps a doctor who thinks this way will receive some prize.

In the silence of the group of doctors, the door of the ward opened, and several bodyguards first cleaned the room to confirm that there was no danger, and then Maggs walked in with his head held high. His first sight fell on his son, who needed mechanical cooperation to breathe even on the hospital bed.

"I have limited time, please make a long story short. He quickly turned his attention to this group of veteran doctors, where neither he nor his son were the protagonists, but these doctors were.

The doctor who had proposed to do a craniotomy opened his mouth several times, but finally closed his mouth, and the stake was too great! Although conservative treatment may keep Mags's son in his current state and even die, they do not need to pay any price for it. But if a risky craniotomy fails, he will inevitably be the main party responsible - perhaps he will not die without a craniotomy, and even if he is unconscious, it is better than dying.

Many family members think this way, especially after the fact.

Facing the silent group of experts, Maggs pursed his lips, and was just about to explain that the doctors were not responsible, when suddenly the faces of several doctors turned away, and Maggs also followed their gaze to his son lying on the hospital bed.

The next moment, all the doctors pounced, and just now they found that the alarm device had been triggered, and it was a tiny thing, a spacer-like thing pressing against a piece of exposed artery. There is a long charged needle on the gasket, and every time the heart beats, the gasket will shake, and the long needle will also shake with it, and the phenomenon of detachment from the other conductor will occur, so that the buzzer that has been ringing for a moment will be silent.

Just now, the silence disappeared, which meant that the guy in the bed had stopped beating his heartbeat. The doctors began to make a quick resuscitation, and Maggs stood aside, frowning as he watched as the doctors tried all sorts of efforts on his son. His hands were in his pockets, and his glasses were clenched tightly. He told a lot of people that he didn't like his son, that he was a piece of waste, but when he saw that his son couldn't even do a heartbeat, his heart seemed to stop beating.

About ten minutes later, when the doctors' rescue came to an abrupt halt, his hand crushed the glasses in his pocket, and the lenses stabbed his palm, but he didn't feel the slightest pain. Because of the death of his son, he has long been numb to pain. He walked quietly over and stood calmly at the head of the bed, and the doctors and the others withdrew, leaving the room to the father and son.

He stared at the child, whose face was already deformed and full of stitched wounds, and searched his memory for a long time but could not find the same appearance. He shook his head, sighed, and reached out to lift the thin quilt from his feet, covering his legs, covering his chest, and as he was about to cover his face, Maggs looked deeply at his son, who had been giving him a headache, and he wanted to engrave the appearance of this damn bastard forever in his heart.

The white thin face was slowly suppressed and twisted, Magus raised his head and blinked, and calmly turned away.

In the afternoon, when all the heads of departments in the meeting sat together, they already knew what had happened to Mags. Before they could comfort the second man in the empire who had lost his child in middle and old age, Maggs spoke first.

"To be honest I never thought I would experience such a day full of sadness, and yes, he was gone. But the question is not here, but why he left me. "I carefully collected the details about him before the accident, and the real cause of his death was not that he hit the wall, but three other things. ”

"First, wine!"

"Before he drove the car, he drank a lot of smuggled liquor, which would ignite when it caught fire, and the alcohol made him lose his ability to react to the outside world. ”

"Second, he had abused the anesthetic, ingested enough to keep his muscles out of his body's control, and even though he knew he was going to hit the wall, he couldn't command his body to change direction or stop. ”

"Thirdly, it's too high, and I'm sure if he hadn't removed those damn speed limiters, he wouldn't have left me even if he had an accident. ”

"So I have a proposal ......," he said, looking at each of the Imperial Pillars in attendance, and then said slowly, "Establish a Bureau of Investigation of the Control of High Alcohol and Restricted Substances, and clean up all illegal moonshine in the Empire." Set up the Imperial Traffic Vehicle Management Department to strictly control the speed of each vehicle and the physical condition of the driver!"

"Who, against?"