He rushed forward, determined to save his beloved flower, but the moment his hand touched the soil in the flowerpot, the portrait of the boss above his head fell down without warning, hitting him squarely on the forehead.
Secretary Zheng felt dizzy and fell to the ground, his face visibly flushed.
A vein bulged on his neck: "Who did this?"
Ruan Xianxian mingled with the crowd watching the commotion outside the door, grabbing a handful of dried crabapple blossoms, popping them into her mouth, and shaking her head with a tsk-tsk sound.
"Exactly, who did this? It's so unethical."
People around her looked at her like she was a plague, and she knew perfectly well who did it.
Upon seeing this guy mingling in the crowd, several of Secretary Zheng's cronies who were planning to report him quietly withdrew.
Holding a first-class merit award as her "get-out-of-jail-free card," the Party Secretary might be able to challenge her, but they couldn't.
So, when Secretary Zheng, who used to call out to everyone, shouted a few times, no one paid any attention.
Ruan Xianxian couldn't stand this kind of scene the most. A group of young and strong people were isolating an old man like the secretary. Was that appropriate?
She went in and personally helped Secretary Zheng up to sit in a chair. The latter looked up and smiled, whether sincerely or insincerely, she couldn't tell.
This guy said, "Nothing else matters, let's check if anything is missing from the office first."
As soon as he finished speaking, Secretary Zheng's bottom landed in the chair. Just as he was about to speak, the chair leg suddenly tilted, and he lost control and fell heavily to the ground at the angle of the tilt...
His forehead hit the corner of the table, and blood flowed instantly from his head.
He clutched his head and cried out in pain.
Ruan Xianxian looked anxious and kept circling around the person.
He glared at the crowd watching the commotion outside the door. "What are you all standing there for? Two of you come in and help the secretary to the clinic!"
It was only then that everyone came to their senses from the sudden turn of events. Two burly men rushed in, grabbed the bleeding Secretary Zheng, and rushed him downstairs to the clinic.
He wanted to say something, but when he looked up, he saw Ruan Xianxian's back, who seemed even more anxious than his confidants. He hesitated several times before speaking.
Secretary Zheng, whose attention was entirely focused on his own injury, didn't notice anyone around him.
Blood dripped all the way, and they soon arrived at the first-floor clinic, only to be shocked to find the door locked.
Secretary Zheng's expression changed slightly as if he had thought of something.
At this moment, someone in the crowd who had followed along said, whether out of concern or curiosity, "Isn't the clinic managed by the women's director?"
Where is she? Didn't she come?
Medical conditions in rural areas are poor, and the so-called doctors at the health stations can be appointed after passing the county-level examination; most of them are barefoot doctors.
Qiong Miaoli passed the exam and was appointed as the head of the women's department while also managing the health clinic... Those in the know understand!
Some people couldn't hide their schadenfreude. What do you call that? They've finally tasted the bitter fruit they sowed years ago.
The blood flowing down the secretary's forehead is flowing so happily!
His face was beyond ugly; it was pale with fear, and beneath that paleness lay an indescribable anger.
"Get some wood ash to stop the bleeding first, then take me to the hospital," he weakly instructed.
Ruan Xianxian, who was awarded the First-Class Merit for stepping forward in the critical moment, did not hesitate to do so. The clinic only had a wooden door, which she kicked open with great force that no one expected.
Once again drawing stares of disbelief, she snapped, "Don't just stand there, help him inside!"
"Oh, right, right!" They hurriedly helped Secretary Zheng into the clinic and sat him down on a stool. The tables and chairs in the room, which should have been kept very clean and hygienic, were covered with a thin layer of dust.
"Why are you looking at me? I'm looking for medicine!" Ruan Xianxian said with amusement.
The two confidants exchanged a glance, and one of them opened the medicine cabinet. He was dumbfounded. It wasn't exactly empty; even a mouse would spit out two grains of rice before leaving the clean medicine cabinet.
Where's the medicine?
Medical resources were scarce, and there was a lack of high-quality medicines. Some fever-reducing and wound-healing medications were essential for the clinic.
If anyone in the office has a headache or fever and wants to see Qiong Miaoli, she always makes excuses with all sorts of righteous indignation.
It's just a fever. Go home and drink more hot water. Don't waste medical resources.
If anyone accidentally bumps into something and bleeds, she will take the initiative to apply wood ash, always saying that external medicine should be used where it is most needed, and that scarce resources are for saving lives.
Thinking of the past, some people looked indignant. Resources are scarce, so scarce that even pots and pans are empty!
And where the drugs went, there are certain stakeholders who know it all too well.
Ruan Xianxian shouted loudly, "Bring in a few more people! There's no medicine in the cabinet, so search high and low!"
The girl with the bottle-bottom glasses, without hesitation, grabbed the commune's only fire axe, smashed open the locked cabinet door, peeked inside, and... no medicine...
Raise the axe and break the next one!
Finally, after breaking open the storage cabinet under the desk, several packages that looked like medicines were revealed. The woman picked one up and looked at it closely.
"What's this?"
It was in a paper bag, and it wasn't even as big as her palm.
Ruan Xianxian glanced at the family planning supplies in the woman's hand, the "human infant's burp bag"—a wonderful thing—and pretended to suddenly realize something.
"I've seen it before. This stuff is for stopping bleeding. You stretch it out and put it on the secretary's head."
He paused for a moment and then added, "Your daughter isn't very strong, so you should leave her to the two gentlemen next to you."
It seems that family planning products are nowadays washed and reused? This thought flashed through his mind briefly, but then he thought, "Never mind, saving lives is the priority."
Before the implementation of family planning, those who had never used it before did not recognize it, and two of their confidants happened to be among them.
I heard it was for stopping bleeding, but people wouldn't let me take it out, so I had to use some effort to pry it open and put it over Secretary Zheng's head...
Perhaps it wasn't very flexible, or perhaps it was because it was used too many times; the edges were even stretched open by Secretary Zheng's large head.
Everyone stared at the strange "tourniture" and the comical little tuft of hair on Director Zheng's head...
Something feels off, but I can't quite put my finger on what it is.
Zheng Yan tried to stop him several times, but he was too weak from blood loss and no one listened to him, so he failed.
His weak, pale face now only showed a deep sense of despair.
Screw tourniquet, that's a condom!
Believe it or not, after all that commotion, the blood on Zheng Yan's forehead stopped flowing.
Looking at the contraceptives that had lost their "oiliness," Ruan Xianxian thought to herself, "I hope both of us are healthy inside, otherwise we'll suffer a lot!"
He silently chanted in his heart: I meant well, I was trying to save people, if I don't go to hell, who will!
He patted the broad backs of his two trusted confidants with his small hand, "You two did a good job, thanks to you today."
Regardless of their reactions, she earnestly advised Director Zheng, "I've examined it, and the wound is quite deep; you must go to the hospital for stitches."
"Don't take off the tourniquet on your head. It's not very nice, but nothing is more important than life, Secretary."
Zheng Yan, whose hand was already halfway up, ready to remove the condom: ? ? ?
His lips trembled, his pupils contracted violently in shock, he wanted to tell her to get out, he wanted to rip this damned hood off his head and shove it into the mouth of the person who started it all...
In the end, all thoughts turned into the fear of death, and he was helped onto a bicycle by two trusted confidants and driven straight to the county hospital...
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