Rebirth without Regrets

Chapter 660 The whole world mourns

Although the old man on the hospital bed looked haggard, with his eyes closed and his face haggard, his demeanor was still as kind as Leng Binghan remembered. Leng Binghan sat aside, silently listening to the chief's subtle and almost indiscernible breathing.

Looking at his pale face, all that lingered in his mind were the little moments of his old man and himself being together, and tears slipped quietly from his eyes unconsciously.

Leng Binghan had never felt so uncomfortable as at this time, and his heart was filled with deep self-blame and helplessness.

When he first arrived here, he couldn't wait to diagnose and treat this old man who was respected by the world. But just as he feared, the chief's illness this time was not due to some incurable disease like last time, but to the body tissue.

They are all aged and exhausted, just like a machine that is no longer outdated. All structural parts are no longer usable and can no longer operate normally. Even Leng Binghan's magical "clear flow" has no response at all.

Even though Leng Binghan tried his best, he could not wake up the leader again.

Knowing that even the last glimmer of hope was shattered, everyone's faces showed expressions of disappointment and pain. The chief's family members couldn't help but burst into tears.

But the matter has come to this, and everyone has to accept this cruel fact, and has even begun to prepare for his funeral. Fortunately, after these years of preparations, the power has been handed over smoothly, and the new leader Zhong *** has also relied on his

The *** incident and the attack on his visit to Japan have laid a solid foundation for him among the people and the party. His death will not cause major turmoil in the domestic political arena. However, as a man of great significance in Chinese history

A great figure, his death will surely attract global shock and attention.

Since he fainted, the chief has been in a deep coma, and has not left a single word. He relies entirely on drugs and the energy input by Leng Binghan to maintain his life. Leng Binghan has almost never left his old man's ward.

Ignore anyone's advice. Maybe by being here with his old man, Leng Binghan will feel better.

"Xiaohan, don't be too sad, go and rest! Don't forget that the leader failed to recover, but you are exhausted." Zhong ***'s slightly sentimental voice rang in my ears.

Seeing the red eyes on Leng Binghan's face full of sadness and fatigue, Mr. Zhong couldn't help but secretly praise him. For an old man on his deathbed, even if he was extremely glorious for a while, he could only

It's just a passing cloud. It's really not easy for Leng Binghan to do this, and he even does it better than the chief's children and grandchildren.

This also made Mr. Zhong's affection for Leng Binghan even deeper. What's more, as the new national leader, if he can get the support of Feiyuan and the Wang family, his position will definitely be more stable.

This is not the first time Mr. Zhong has visited the chief. As the leader of the country, Mr. Zhong has many things to do every day. Naturally, he cannot stay here all the time. However, he comes here quite frequently.

"It's okay, Uncle Zhong, I'm not tired!" Leng Binghan said weakly.

Every time I see Mr. Zhong, Leng Binghan sometimes can’t help but wonder if Mr. Zhong seems sad when the chief is critically ill, but is actually relieved? After all, with the towering mountain of the chief weighing on his heart, no one can

No one will feel relaxed in this position.

After Mr. Zhong’s repeated requests, and even almost asking someone to tie him up, Leng Binghan couldn’t stand it anymore, so he had to go to the rest room nearby to relax for a while. Although he had a superhuman physique, he could not sleep for so many days in a row.

Staying up all night, even an iron man can't bear it.

Leng Binghan felt that he had just closed his eyes when he heard someone shouting in a daze: "The chief is awake, the chief is awake!" He suddenly woke up and stood up from the sofa in a hurry.

He ran toward the door in a hurry, his speed was frightening, and he reached the door in just one or two steps.

When I walked out the door, I saw a lot of noise in the corridor. Everyone, whether they were medical staff or police officers, seemed to be swarming over.

Leng Binghan was so anxious that he didn't care about so much at the moment. His figure was like a slippery loach, twisting left and right among the crowd, and sliding out from the tiny gaps between people like residual clouds.

He rushed to the front and was the first to arrive at the door of the chief's ward.

"Xiaohan, you're here. The chief has just woken up and wants to see you!" At the door of the chief's ward, Mr. Wang saw Leng Binghan, grabbed him and said eagerly.

The others who followed were very surprised when they heard this. They never expected that the first person the leader wanted to see after waking up was not his family, not the new national leader Zhong ***, nor his old comrades.

But this Leng Binghan.

When Leng Binghan hurriedly rushed into the ward and came to the bed, he saw the chief's slightly opened eyes. His bright eyes in the past looked a little cloudy now, and his sallow face had a haze, as if he was old and desolate.

Like the fallen flowers and leaves in the autumn wind, they may disappear at any time. He murmured as if he wanted to say something, but he only moved his lips slightly, but nothing came out.

Seeing that the all-powerful leader was so old and might pass away at any time, Leng Binghan felt like his heart was twisting in a knife, and his eyes suddenly became moist. He almost trembled and stretched out his hand to hold his old man tightly.

The cold hands, like dead branches, wanted to say something, but when the words came to their lips, they only felt a sore nose and choked with sobs, unable to say anything.

The leader's hand was held by Leng Binghan, and then he realized that someone was coming next to him. He turned his head and looked carefully for a while, and seemed to slowly see the person in front of him clearly. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the turbid color in his dim old eyes

His lips were no longer visible at all, and his lips were moving faster, as if he had something to say.

Leng Binghan quickly put her ear to it and vaguely heard the leader say: "Xiaohan, you are here!"

Seeing the frail look of the chief, Leng Binghan felt infinite sadness in his heart and wished he could cry, but he restrained his sadness, his deep eyes filled with tears, but he managed to smile and said: "Grandpa, it's me.

, I’m here! Are you…are you okay!”

"Not good!" The leader smiled weakly, his voice was very low, and he sighed softly: "After working hard all my life, it's time to meet those old comrades."

Sour tears couldn't help but flow down from the corners of her eyes, dripping on the snow-white quilt. Leng Binghan choked up and said: "Grandpa, you will be fine, you will be fine..."

"Silly boy, birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature and no one can escape from it. If it weren't for you, I would have gone there a few years ago. I can survive until today and see with my own eyes that Hong Kong and Macau have returned to the motherland and the *** issue has been properly resolved.

, I have no regrets. I have always dreamed of those war-torn times and those old comrades who passed away..." The chief's eyes closed slightly, and a look of nostalgia appeared on his pale face.

Leng Binghan didn't know what to say anymore, but he couldn't stop his tears and soon wetted his clothes. He knew that when the leader woke up this time, he didn't get better, but just returned to his former glory. His old man's time has already passed.

Running out.

After saying a few words, the leader looked like a dying old man like falling leaves in the wind. It took him a long time to catch his breath.

"Grandpa, stop talking and take a rest first!" Leng Binghan hurriedly dissuaded him.

The leader's eyes became dim again, and the expression on his lifeless face was a little strange. He shook his head and sighed: "It's too late if I don't say anything now. Xiaohan, you are very good, but there is one more thing I want to ask you before I die..."

"Grandpa, just tell me, Xiaohan, I will do my best and live up to your trust!" Leng Binghan said with red eyes.

"National affairs have nothing to do with me anymore. Xiao Zhong and the others have always done a good job. What I am most worried about is Xiao Fang and Xiao Rong. I hope that after I die, you can help me take care of them. I don't

I hope they will be prosperous and wealthy, but I hope they can be safe..."

The Xiaofang and Xiaorong that the chief refers to are the grandchildren of his old man. For some unknown reason, the chief’s children and descendants almost never get involved in official careers, but instead work in the business. In the past, if they were related to the chief, they could be considered as doing it.

It has to be lively and colorful.

Leng Binghan said with tears in the chief's ear: "Grandpa, don't worry, I will take care of everything!"

After hearing Leng Binghan's words, the leader let out a sigh of relief, closed his eyes gently, and said nothing more. I don't know when, the hand tightly held by Leng Binghan fell softly.

Come down.

Leng Binghan felt a twinge of pain in his heart, and in an instant, he couldn't bear it anymore, and two lines of tears burst out of his eyes.

After a brief awakening, the leader fell into a coma again, and this time, he never woke up.

In the early morning of April 29, 2004, sad music sounded through the loudspeakers in the streets and alleys across the country, shaking the sky. An outstanding leader who enjoys high prestige, a great Marxist, a great proletarian revolutionist, ***

The leader, a strategist, strategist, diplomat, and a proven communist fighter, passed away. The announcer on the TV, dressed in black and solemn clothes, with a very sad mood, sadly broadcast the bad news to the people of the country over and over again.

The bad news came, and the whole world mourned. Thousands of flowers piled up in the snow, and thousands of people moved around. Wherever the hearse, hung with plain flowers and draped in black gauze, went, people's eyes followed the hearse as it moved slowly, silently casting one last affectionate look, reluctantly

Shirdi bid farewell to the chief minister on his last journey. Sad music was heard lowly from the hearse, like heavy lead water, and slowly flowed along with people's tears.

The ginkgo trees as tall as iron, the pines and cypresses covered with white flowers, the national flag hanging half-lowered... left China a sad day.