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

But Li Dakang had been through a lot, and his stiffness only lasted for a fraction of a second.

He immediately stomped his foot back on the ground, pretending he hadn't heard anything, and strode towards the end of the corridor.

But his usual brisk walking gait now looked stiff and awkward.

Back in the Audi, the door closed, cutting off the view from the outside, and Li Dakang's perpetually taut "GDP poker face" instantly crumbled.

He stared intently at the back of the driver's head in the rearview mirror.

"Xiao Wang," Li Dakang's voice was weak.

"Yes, Secretary."

Driver Xiao Wang quickly turned around and was startled by Li Dakang's murderous gaze.

"Turn off the dashcam in our car."

Li Dakang swallowed hard and continued,

Does this dashcam have an audio recording function?

Xiao Wang nodded honestly: "Yes, Secretary, this is the top-of-the-line model we just got last year. It has a wide-angle, high-definition camera, night vision with supplemental lighting, and excellent sound pickup. Even if you sigh in the back seat, you can hear it clearly on the playback."

Li Dakang's vision went black, and he almost spat a mouthful of blood onto the leather seat.

Can you hear it clearly?

So yesterday, when Gao Yuliang ran past the front of the car and Hou Liangping shouted "Stop him!" from behind, wouldn't his own perfectly enunciated "Raise the window, let whoever wants to take the blame take it" become a high-definition, uncensored, rare original soundtrack?!

"Secretary, how about... I format it?"

Looking at Li Dakang's constipated expression, Xiao Wang tentatively asked a question.

"Nonsense!" Li Dakang hissed.

"Qin Yuanzhou already specifically requested this at the meeting! Formatting it now is like protesting too much! It's destroying evidence! It's resisting organizational investigation!"

Li Dakang leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples in frustration.

Destroying it is absolutely out of the question; the technical experts in the supervisory team can recover even a hard drive that has been formatted eight hundred times.

Now we have no choice but to tough it out and find an excuse.

I wasn't wearing my reading glasses, so I couldn't see that it was Gao Yuliang.

No, how could I say I don't recognize Gao Yuliang's face?

I was so focused on thinking about the urban renewal plan for Jingzhou that I didn't hear anything outside.

This reason, though absurd, fits Li Dakang's persona as a "workaholic."

"Xiao Wang, what did you see in the provincial party committee compound yesterday?" Li Dakang suddenly asked in a low voice.

Xiao Wang was taken aback, then a sudden inspiration struck him:

"Secretary, yesterday when we passed by the Provincial Party Committee compound, you were sitting in the back seat with your eyes closed, thinking about the investment attraction issues of Jingzhou High-tech Zone."

Although it was chaotic outside, our car windows were well soundproofed, so we didn't hear anything. Later, you saw that there was a traffic jam ahead, and in order not to delay our trip back to the city for the meeting, you told me to drive away quickly.

Li Dakang breathed a long sigh of relief and gave Xiao Wang an appreciative look.

This kid is much more enlightened than Sun Liancheng.

"Drive back to the city. I need to prepare myself for the supervisory team's 'talk'."

……

Special needs ward on the top floor of the First People's Hospital of Handong Province.

The elevator dinged and the doors slowly slid open.

Instead of family members carrying fruit baskets to visit the sick, a team of fully armed soldiers with "Armed Police" red badges on their shoulders came out.

Their steps were steady, their faces grim, and their boots slammed against the polished floor with a chilling thud.

The provincial public security bureau's security chief, a deputy director who was a figure of some importance in Handong, who was originally guarding the elevator entrance, suddenly felt his eyelids twitch when he saw this scene.

Behind the armed police, a member of the supervisory team wearing a dark jacket stepped forward and handed over an official document with a red header, which stated concisely:

"Team Leader Qin has ordered that, effective immediately, the security of this floor be fully taken over by the Armed Police Corps. Comrades from the Provincial Public Security Department, thank you for your hard work, you may leave now."

The deputy director took the document, his gaze sweeping over the red heading and the string of signatures he couldn't afford to offend, and his temples throbbed.

Yesterday, Sha Ruijin was still giving him stern instructions over the phone:

"At all costs, ensure Secretary Yuliang's safety! Not even a fly is allowed to get in!"

Today, the "cost" remains, and the "flies" haven't gotten in, but the "sky" that issued the order has changed.

The deputy director forced a smile that looked more like a grimace onto his fleshy face.

Without uttering a single wasted word or hesitating for a moment, he handed over the access card and duty roster as if they were hot potatoes.

Stand at attention, salute, and only two words escape from your mouth:

"implement."

In officialdom, the most useless thing is expired loyalty.

Secretary Sha can't even go back to his own office now. If a deputy director like him dares to act arrogantly and disobey orders at this time, the disciplinary committee will be serving him coffee tomorrow.

The transfer of power can sometimes be faster than a sudden change of heart, and more decisive than turning the pages of a book.

Watching the armed police quickly take over the key locations, the deputy director and his subordinates sheepishly entered the elevator.

As he watched the elevator doors close, he cursed inwardly: "Secretary Gao is truly shrewd; he managed to create a nuclear deterrent effect by jumping off a building."

……

Inside the ward, Du Guobin, the director of the emergency department, slumped in a leather swivel chair, repeatedly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

The "political rescue" he performed last night can be described as the most absurd masterpiece of his 30-year career.

When Gao Yuliang was wheeled onto the operating table, his clothes were cut open, and the bloodstains were cleaned off. The entire expert team was dumbfounded.

Falling from the sixth floor onto the roof of a Hongqi car would cause serious injury, even to an iron man, let alone a man in his sixties.

But what about Gao Yuliang?

His heart rate is so stable he could participate in a marathon, and his blood pressure is even healthier than that of the department head.

But outside, a group of red-eyed discipline inspection officials and police officers surrounded the area, and Secretary Sha's secretary was demanding a "miracle" through the door.

Thus, a "top-tier cosmetic surgery disguise" in medical history was born.

Du Guobin insisted on having Gao Yuliang put on a full set of polymer plaster casts, making him look like a Michelin Man; his chest was wrapped with the highest level of pressure bandages; a ventilator tube was inserted; and every monitoring device that could be used was attached to him.

The official statement was: "He suffered multiple comminuted fractures accompanied by severe internal bleeding, and miraculously survived after extreme resuscitation efforts."

But now, the supervisory team has taken over.

What if Qin Yuanzhou is knowledgeable and insists on seeing the original CT scan, or sends a forensic doctor to remove the cast? How would Du Guobin explain a patient with a "comminuted fracture" whose bones are harder than steel bars?

Is this medical fraud or political siding?

"Knock knock".

Two light knocks sounded on the door, startling Old Du so much that he almost dropped the thermos in his hand.

"Please...please come in!"

The door was pushed open, and Zhou Zhengming, deputy head of the central supervision group, walked in with two other people.

Zhou Zhengming was around fifty years old, wearing half-rimmed glasses, and had a warm smile on his face.

"Director Du?"

"Team Leader Zhou! Hello, hello!"

Old Du sprang up from his chair like a spring, rubbed his hands on his white coat, and acted as respectfully as if he were meeting his professor during a graduate school interview.

Zhou Zhengming didn't shake hands with him, but pulled out a chair and sat down, getting straight to the point:

"How is Comrade Gao Yuliang doing?"

Old Du hurriedly picked up the medical record he had painstakingly prepared and meticulously crafted all night from the table and handed it over with both hands:

"Reporting to Team Leader Zhou, Secretary Gao's vital signs are currently stable. However... the injury from the fall is extremely complex, with a risk of various delayed complications, such as occult internal bleeding and fat embolism. He still requires close monitoring for 24 hours."

Zhou Zhengming took the medical record and casually flipped through two pages.

He didn't even glance at the complex medical data; his gaze went beyond the pages, fixed intently on Old Du's eyes.

"What I'm asking is, when will a person wake up?"