By the time the square-faced man hurried down with a few people, Yang Shulin had already brought two other people, one in front and one behind, carrying a stretcher and preparing to walk towards the camp.
Several people were still dealing with the car that had exploded and caught fire.
Seeing him coming, Yang Shulin waved at him hurriedly: "Xiao Wen, what's going on?"
The square-faced man saluted Yang Shulin and pointed upwards: "It was man-made, but there are no clues so far."
Yang Shulin's expression froze. Man-made?
"What do you mean?"
The square-faced man recounted everything he had seen. The only clue that could prove it was a man-made incident was the nails on the road.
"Did you have any during your patrol yesterday?"
"No, there is no one nearby. It is possible that someone knew in advance that a leader was coming and set a trap on purpose."
The square-faced man's words made Yang Shulin unable to help but put his hands on his hips and pace back and forth.
Yes, we caught several lurkers some time ago. They were all the people who lay dormant after the little ruffian surrendered.
Decades have passed, and some people have completely integrated into China. Without careful questioning and observation, it is impossible to guess whether these people are Chinese or...
"Check for me. Check all the suspects during this period again."
A few days later, Meng Yixing returned to the county hospital again.
However, before he was standing and watching Qin Zhiping's miserable condition, but now he was looking angrily at his legs that were deformed by the car, and his arms that were shattered from protecting his head.
Yang Shulin, who was standing by, quickly spoke to comfort him: "The medical skills of doctors in this small place are far inferior to those in Beijing. I have already called your father.
He has already found a doctor for you. When we return to Beijing, he will definitely be able to cure your leg and arm."
Yang Shulin felt a little guilty when he said this, it was purely a consolation.
After all, no matter how poor the doctor's technical level is, it depends on the individual's recovery situation.
The doctor said that the legs were severely deformed, and even if he could stand up, the subsequent rehabilitation would be very painful.
Not to mention the arms, hand shaking and poor control of accuracy are the most basic sequelae.
Not to mention that on cloudy and rainy days, the wound will become painful and itchy.
There was a look of pity and some schadenfreude in Yang Shulin's eyes.
I wonder what that old man Meng Deyi would think when he knew that his proud son might not even be able to pull the trigger in the future.
When Yang Shulin thought of Meng Deyi's frustrated look, he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.
The grudge between him and Meng Deyi could not be told in three days and three nights.
He used to have some brotherly feelings with Meng Deyi, but after Meng Deyi returned to Beijing, he climbed higher and higher.
The relationship between the two has changed, especially after Meng Deyi's recent phone call.
The boasting and arrogance in his tone came through the phone line and slapped Yang Shulin in the face.
They actually asked him, a battalion commander, to cooperate with this young boy?
Although the two are at the same level, Meng Deyi should not forget who was the one who was willing to stay here for the sake of the brotherhood?
Meng Yixing is in a sensitive period right now, and he will notice even the slightest change in others.
Naturally, he did not miss Yang Shulin's fleeting pride.
A vicious look flashed in his eyes: It seems that what my father said was not accurate. He swore so confidently that this man had no ulterior motives. Ha, this person cannot be kept.
Maybe the nails on the road were all staged by Yang Shulin himself, otherwise how could it be such a coincidence that he was just under the cliff?
The more I think about it, the more I feel that my thoughts are not wrong.
Suddenly I thought of what my father had told me about Yan Wenqing. How similar was it to the scene before my eyes?
Meng Deyi, who was far away in Beijing, was also awakened with shock. Yes, this scene was so similar to the one he had planned against Yan Wenqing.
Could it really be Old Yang who did it? No, no, at the beginning Old Yang didn't know that he pushed Yan Wenqing off the cliff.
After all, after saving Yan Wenqing, Yang Shulin smiled and said, "I came here on a whim to inspect, and I didn't expect to save a woman."
"Meng, what's wrong? Who's calling? Why are you so absent-minded?"
A gentle female voice sounded, causing Meng Deyi to subconsciously adjust the expression on his face.
Yan Wenqing's worried face appeared in front of him. Meng Deyi was silent for a while, but decided to tell her about Meng Yixing.
After listening to Meng Deyi's slightly sad words, Yan Wenqing felt an indescribable joy in his heart.
Hahaha, Meng Deyi, this is your retribution.
I didn't expect that before I could even take action, God couldn't bear it anymore?
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the scattered pieces of the teacup on the ground, as if he was looking at the broken Meng Yixing.
When he opened his eyes again, Yan Wenqing's anxious and worried voice rang out: "How could this happen? Lao Meng, quickly arrange for someone to bring Yixing back..."
As Yan Wenqing spoke, he picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes.
The child behind her hid aside timidly and slowly reached out to wipe Yan Wenqing's tears.
Seeing his little son in front of him with a pale face but unusually red lips, Yan Wenqing's eyes, which were originally pretending to cry, actually shed tears.
Meng Deyi's younger son didn't look as brave as himself at all. Instead, he inherited the woman's cowardly and timid temperament.
Feeling a little depressed and sad, thinking of the miserable condition of his eldest son, Meng Deyi secretly pondered whether he should adopt a capable younger generation from a side branch to bring him by his side, or train this cowardly younger son.
After a long time, Meng Deyi said to his youngest son tiredly: "Yian, come with me."
He walked towards the study first. Meng Yian stood beside Yan Wenqing at a loss, with fear in his eyes.
He didn't understand why his father, who had always disliked him, called him over at this time?
"Go ahead, it's okay!"
Yan Wenqing comforted her softly, and when the study door was closed, Yan Wenqing picked up a handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
The slender pale hands kept stroking her legs.
Looking at Meng Deyi who had completely let down his guard against her, she curled the corners of her lips slightly.
She has endured long enough over the years.
Thoughts slowly spread, and Yan Wenqing recalled what happened in the past.
During that time, she always dreamed that she had a happy family and a husband who loved her.
I originally wanted to go upstairs and discuss with Meng Deyi about going to the hospital for a check-up to see if I could recover my memory.
Anyway, the children are grown up now, and she has taken care of them for so many years, so she can be considered to have repaid the favor of saving their lives.
Who would have thought that through the door that was not closed tightly, she would hear a shocking secret.
Yan Wenqing still clearly remembers that he could hardly breathe at that time.
Pain spread throughout her body, and past scenes came to her from all directions like broken mirrors.
Her husband... the man who had protected her since she was a child and would pick flowers for her even in the most difficult days, died...
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