Official statement: Tongwei is dead! You chose Ruijin, didn't you?

Outside the special operating room on the top floor of the First People's Hospital of Handong Province.

The corridor was completely surrounded by special police from the Provincial Public Security Bureau, with guards every three steps and sentries every five steps. Even if a female mosquito flew in, its political affiliation would be checked first.

On the bench, Hou Liangping buried his face in his hands, like a quail whose spine had been removed.

Just hours before, he was the high-spirited anti-corruption bureau chief, wielding the imperial sword, his mind filled with grand narratives of sending his mentor to Qincheng Prison.

But now?

Gao Yuliang's words before jumping off the building, "a high-class son-in-law with good table manners," were like a slap in the face, replaying in his mind from every angle.

Even more fatally, Gao Yuliang's leap shattered the political balance in Handong.

At the end of the corridor, the crisp sound of leather shoes echoed.

Bai Mi, carrying a briefcase, walked over hurriedly.

"Director Hou," Secretary Bai said in a low voice.

"Secretary Sha sent me to check on the situation."

Hou Liangping raised his bloodshot eyes, his voice hoarse: "Director Bai, Teacher Gao is still inside being treated..."

"Yes, it's heartbreaking." Secretary Bai sighed.

"Secretary Sha just got very angry at the emergency Standing Committee meeting. His exact words were: Anti-corruption work must be forceful, but we must also pay attention to the methods and approaches."

Some comrades, eager to make a name for themselves, have caused chaos and even driven veteran comrades to the brink of despair. How can we explain this to the Central Committee?

Eager to make a name for himself?

Chaos ensued?!

Hou Liangping suddenly stood up, and a layer of white sweat instantly broke out on his back.

In officialdom, every word is a veiled attack.

These two serious accusations are tantamount to welding the blame for driving the deputy secretary of the provincial party committee to suicide firmly onto Hou Liangping's head!

But how could he possibly bear such a burden?

Even my father-in-law can't come!

"Director Bai, the comrades from the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection were also present at the time! I was just following procedures!" Hou Liangping argued through gritted teeth.

"Director Hou, yelling at me won't help." Secretary Bai pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, giving a forced smile.

"Is it really routine to have the deputy secretary 'routinely' put on the roof of Secretary Sha's car? The secretary means that you need to write a detailed written report on tonight's situation."

The key question is, what "extreme" things did you say to Secretary Yuliang in your office that led to this tragedy?

Watching Secretary Bai turn and leave, Hou Liangping slumped back into his chair, his hands and feet ice-cold.

He suddenly understood the true value of Gao Yuliang's words before he jumped off the building—

"You're nothing more than a tool in the power struggle at the highest levels. Once the tool is used up, it's time to sheath it."

Now, this knife will not only be taken back, but it will also be used as a "weapon" for resigning in disgrace and publicly reworked!

Meanwhile, in the operating room just a door away, the most surreal scene in the history of Handong medicine is unfolding.

The head of the emergency department and several top experts in orthopedics and thoracic surgery stood around the operating table, staring at each other as if they were observing alien creatures.

"Doctor...this X-ray shows multiple comminuted fractures throughout the body, and eight broken ribs..."

The young anesthesiologist swallowed hard and pointed to the monitor.

"But...but why didn't he have any internal bleeding? His heart rate is even more stable than mine?"

The emergency room director's hand holding the scalpel was trembling slightly.

When he cut open the clothes and saw the mangled flesh and twisted limbs, he was so frightened that he almost wrote his will on the spot.

But after rinsing with saline solution, holy crap?

There wasn't even a fatal wound on the skin!

Those bizarre twists that look like shattered fractures actually snap back into place with a "click" when touched!

The most outrageous thing is the electrocardiogram monitor next to him, with a heart rate of 75 and blood pressure of 120/80, which is healthier than the director himself!

"This doesn't make sense..." The thoracic surgeon touched Gao Yuliang's chest, his worldview shattered.

"Smashing from the sixth floor onto the roof of a Hongqi car, even Captain America would have several internal organs ruptured, let alone a comrade in his sixties, right? He didn't even show any signs of a concussion?"

"Director, what do we do now?" The nurse asked, holding up a bag of blood plasma, looking completely bewildered.

"Should we still cut it? Should we still give a blood transfusion?"

"Cut my ass! Cutting again would be intentional assault!" The emergency room director was sweating profusely.

He is a smart man; to be able to serve as the director of the special needs ward at the provincial party committee hospital, his political awareness is definitely not low.

A high-ranking deputy secretary of the provincial party committee jumped off a building, surrounded by officials from the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection and the provincial public security bureau.

If he were to push open the door and say, "Secretary Gao, you don't even need a band-aid,"

Tomorrow, this director will be taken away for questioning for "concealing serious injuries" or "spreading rumors"!

"Listen up, all of you!" The director made a decisive move, his eyes hardening.

"Secretary Gao's injuries are extremely serious! He has multiple comminuted fractures, accompanied by severe internal bleeding! We are currently performing intensive care!"

"Immediately put him in a full polymer cast! Wrap his chest with the highest level of pressure bandage! Insert a ventilator tube!"

"Put on every monitoring device you can! The more horrific the situation outside, the more dramatic the scene inside! This is called political rescue, understand?!"

"clear!"

The doctors understood each other perfectly and immediately began what is considered the "top-level cosmetic surgery disguise" in medical history.

......

Three hours later.

The red light above the operating room door finally went out.

"Creak—"

The heavy door was pushed open, and the head of the emergency department walked out, covered in sweat and with unsteady steps.

He looked so exhausted, he could easily win an Oscar for Best Actor.

The eyes of everyone in the corridor instantly focused on them like searchlights.

Hou Liangping suddenly stood up, and because he stood up so suddenly, his vision went black for a moment.

"Doctor, Secretary Gao, he..."

The leader of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection rushed forward, his voice tense.

The director removed his mask, which was stained with "blood," and announced in an extremely sorrowful yet relieved tone:

"A miracle! It's simply a medical miracle!"

"After three hours of intensive resuscitation efforts, Secretary Gao... has pulled through! His vital signs are currently stable, and he is temporarily out of danger!"

boom--

The corridor instantly erupted in chaos.

The comrade leading the team from the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection breathed a long sigh of relief, his legs almost giving way and he collapsed to the ground.

The person didn't die at their hands, so they weren't completely blamed.

Hou Liangping slumped on the bench, completely dumbfounded.

Gao Yuliang is not dead?

What does that mean?

Did he fail to force his mentor to commit suicide?