Seeing Yuan Fangguo asking about Sister Lan's situation, the old director couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, patted him on the shoulder, and motioned him to go to the end of the corridor.
Following the old director to the end of the corridor, the old director frowned and asked, "Do you have any cigarettes?"
Yuan Fangguo nodded and quickly took out a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes.
I lit a cigarette for the old director, who took a deep puff and then looked out the window at the vast gray-green field. It was a while before he spoke.
"Sister Lan is a tragedy for our machinery factory."
"Oh, what do you mean?"
The old director took another deep puff of his cigarette, then told Yuan Fangguo the general situation.
It turned out that Sister Lan was a graduate of a normal technical secondary school and worked as an officer of the Youth League Committee in a machinery factory. The young Sister Lan was pretty, good at singing and dancing, and was a unique goddess in the eyes of many workers in the machinery factory at that time.
Sister Lan’s husband was previously a technician in the factory with strong business skills. He also took the college entrance examination in 1978 and was admitted to university.
Based on Sister Lan's husband's education, he would definitely join the factory's Party Committee in the future. However, ten years ago, Sister Lan's husband died in a car accident. Since then, her temperament has changed drastically. She is no longer as lively and cheerful as before, but has become a little depressed.
Four years ago, Sister Lan's son graduated from university. However, he did not return to Chengdu, but went to Dongfang Province with his girlfriend. Now Sister Lan's son is preparing to start a family in Donghai City, the capital of Dongfang Province. The girl's family paid half of the money, and according to convention, her son also has to pay half. However, her son does not have much money, so he can only ask Sister Lan for it. Sister Lan has not retired yet, and the factory can't even pay wages. How can she give money to her son?
Sister Lan had thought about selling the house before, but the house next to the machinery factory was in a remote place and no one wanted to buy it. In addition, Sister Lan had been in a depressed state for a long time, and she couldn't think straight all of a sudden, so she took medicine to commit suicide.
After hearing this, Yuan Fangguo felt very uncomfortable. In fact, this was not a big deal, but Sister Lan just concentrated all the conflicting pressures on one point, so she took medicine and committed suicide.
"Taking medicine and committing suicide is not the solution to the problem." Yuan Fangguo sighed.
The old director nodded. "Yes, she thought that everything would be over once she died? So this person has a knot in her heart that must be untied, otherwise, she might collapse at any time."
"I think it's better not to tell her son about this for now, so that he won't worry outside."
The old director nodded and said, "The old secretary has already told us everything. In fact, even if we want to tell him, few people know the phone number of his son's workplace. Let's think about raising some money for Sister Lan's treatment."
Yuan Fangguo shook his head. "Everyone's already living a tight life. Let's not bother collecting money. The hospital can just waive the fee for Sister Lan. Compared to the hospital's profits, it's actually nothing."
"Mr. Yuan, you're a good person. The hospital's profits are good, but I heard you also have to provide condolences to disabled soldiers in the Chengdu area every six months. Add to that the help you provide to our factory, and I'm afraid no matter how much profit you make, you won't be able to spend it all."
Yuan Fangguo was shocked when he heard what the old director said. "Senior, where did you get this news?"
The old director smiled and said, "Everyone knows about this, so everyone in the machinery factory respects you very much. Your prestige is higher than that of the factory leaders. I think if we could vote for the factory director, you would definitely be elected with a high vote."
Yuan Fangguo smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Senior, please don't tease me. I'm just an ordinary person. When cooperating with the Military Region General Hospital, I have to show some sincerity. This aid and condolences to disabled soldiers is one of the projects. Don't think of me as so noble. I'm also doing things according to the contract."
"Mr. Yuan, let's not talk about whether the words are noble or not. At least you are a sincere person without any doubt."
"That's right." Yuan Fangguo smiled and said, "Senior, don't worry about the medical expenses. The hospital can still afford it. By the way, what was Sister Lan's main job at the factory before?"
"She used to work in the factory's Youth League Committee and was even a high-ranking official there. Later, she was transferred to the Propaganda Department, where she was involved in propaganda. She's actually quite capable, but her husband's sudden death in a car accident dealt her a heavy blow. Let's put it this way, if Sister Lan's husband hadn't died, she would have definitely been the deputy director in charge of production. Normally, she would have been the director. Lao Niu is also very capable, and like the old secretary, he's highly respected in the factory."
"Since Auntie Lan has worked in publicity and on the Youth League Committee before, if she can come back alive this time, my idea is to have her work in the hospital's publicity department. It just so happens that the publicity department is short of a director, and there's currently a young person in charge."
The old director smiled and said, "Mr. Yuan, your idea is good, but have you considered Sister Lan's state of mind?"
"Thoughts are alive. I'll talk to Auntie Lan later."
"If you can get through to her, we will give you a banner." The old director said half-jokingly and half-seriously.
"Shall we give it a try?"
"OK."
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After chatting with the old director at the end of the corridor for a while, Yuan Fangguo returned to the door of the emergency room. The old secretary was still there.
Seeing that his face was turning pale, Yuan Fangguo and the old director quickly persuaded him to go home.
But Wen Chunlai was very stubborn, just like the man with scar on his face. "No, I will never go back until Lan is out of danger."
"Old Secretary, look, it's already been half an hour. Aunt Lan is probably past the critical stage now. It just so happens that a gastrointestinal and respiratory specialist from the military hospital is here today. He's very experienced, a full-time colonel-level expert."
"You have to wait until it comes out." Wen Chunlai said with a firm look on his face.
Seeing that they could not convince the old secretary, Yuan Fangguo, the old director and others had no choice but to give up.
Everyone waiting outside was anxious. One second seemed like an hour to them. Finally, at three o'clock in the afternoon, the door of the emergency room opened.
"How is the doctor?" Wen Chunlai hurried over.
"The patient is no longer in danger of death, but she is still weak. You should not go in to visit her. Wait two or three days until she has almost recovered before you come back." The old expert had a head of white hair and spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice.
Seeing that Sister Lan was finally out of danger, the old secretary and the old director couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and thanked the old expert repeatedly.
The moment they walked out of the hospital, Wen Chunlai suddenly frowned and said, "It seems we haven't paid for the medical expenses yet?"
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