The simple villagers cannot understand any profound principles.
But they heard Mr. Li's words clearly, and they understood instantly that it was the chemical plant that caused them to get cancer.
All the villagers, like sharks smelling blood in the sea, rushed towards Grandpa Li.
The village chief panicked and quickly stopped him!
"stop!"
"Stop it!"
"Stop it!"
The fact is, no villager stopped. They didn't care that Mr. Li was an old man and vented their grievances and anger wantonly.
Mr. Li is old and is no match for these villagers.
He knew he was in the wrong, so he couldn't fight back or respond.
The situation got out of control for a while.
With a loud bang, the out-of-control crowd paused for a moment.
The director said in a deep voice, "If you continue to make trouble and fight, and someone dies, we will all go to jail together!"
The village chief finally squeezed next to the director and said, "I know you are all very angry and upset, but think about it, if you cause this old man any harm, what will be the result? That is murder. Killing someone means paying with your life. Do you understand?"
One villager, his eyes red and his neck red, said, "Village chief, they caused us to get cancer. Isn't everything they did murder? They kill people without using a knife!"
The director felt a bitter taste in his mouth.
The village chief said earnestly, "The establishment and management of the chemical plant is the work of Mr. Su, as you call him. It has nothing to do with Mr. Li."
"After Mr. Li learned about the accident at the chemical plant, he immediately came to us from the imperial capital. This shows his sincerity."
"Otherwise, think about it, if the old man doesn't care, what can you do in the imperial capital?"
"Yes, the chemical plant's sewage discharge is substandard, causing everyone to get sick. This is something Old Man Li doesn't want to see. It's already happened, and the only thing we can do is to have a good discussion about what to do next. If you're still angry, so angry that you want to kill this old man to vent your anger, I don't care! But if you all want to live well, then calm down and we'll work out a plan with the factory that we can all accept!"
Looking at these simple faces, Mr. Li felt extremely ashamed.
There were wounds on his face.
There was blood at the corner of his mouth.
What are these pains?
Compared with the villagers' illness, nothing matters.
"Fellow villagers, our group will do its best to find the best experts in the country to treat you."
The villagers looked at the blood at the corner of Mr. Li's mouth and the bruises on his face, and said with anger in their hearts: "If you calm down now, we can discuss the relevant matters regarding the treatment."
While the villagers were discussing the compensation plan with Mr. Li and other local people, Ye Linlang sat with the director under the shade of a tree and watched other villagers working in the fields in the distance.
"Doctor Ye, can their illness be cured?"
The director felt as if there was a ball of cotton blocking his throat.
He really hopes that there will be miracles in life.
Hopefully a miracle will happen.
"We are medical workers and we must always have hope. If even we choose to give up, then these villagers will be too pitiful."
Upon hearing this, the director said solemnly, "Yes, even if there's only a one percent chance, as medical professionals, we can't give up. Doctors are supposed to create miracles!"
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