When the host opens the plug-in

Chapter 245 When the charge horn sounds, the soldiers will only move forward
"I beg you, let me continue."

Such a sentence came from the mouth of an academician.

But with his status today and the contributions he has made to the motherland, he doesn't need to ask anyone, and no one is worthy of his request.

Naturally, his attending doctor and the medical staff responsible for his care cannot be afforded either.

However, he still said it.

For the career he pursued all his life, face is worthless to him.

And the doctor who heard his words was really terrified, how could he be able to bear the begging of academician Xia Guo.

So, he finally compromised.

In this way, the warrior Gu Guhua once again set foot on the road of charge, once again snatching time from the hands of death.

Ten p.m.

The film crew left the hospital.

Gu Guhua just lay down when they left.

Ren Ming lowered his head and his steps were a little heavy.

Throughout the whole day today, he witnessed Gu Zhenhua's shocking work scene.

Calculating the time, Gu Guhua worked for more than seven hours in total today.

And this is still in the case of his serious illness. It is hard to imagine how crazy he will work if he is healthy.

Some people may describe him as a workaholic, but Ren Ming feels that a dream chaser may be more appropriate.

Because the purpose of his work is neither for fame nor for profit, perhaps what he hopes is for the country to be rich and the people to live in peace and tranquility.

"Ren Ming, why don't you talk?" Yang He glanced at Zhou Zusen who was still sobbing with disgust, came to the side of Ren Ming who had been quiet all this time, and asked, "Affected by Gu Lao?"

Ren Ming nodded and said: "It's a little bit. It's been two days since we came to Fengcheng. Before that, I never thought that someone could pay so much for their work."

"In front of Mr. Gu, I always feel that I am very small. In addition to being ashamed of myself, I also have doubts about the meaning of my work."

"Scientists like Mr. Gu can create weapons for the country to defend the country, protect the peace of the motherland and the stability of the people. Compared with him, my work seems to have no meaning to the country, and it is not even as good as farmers and workers. They can at least Create material conditions for social development."

"And I am neither engaged in production, nor can I create anything of value. The statement that I spoke out for the people and the world before, looks a little empty now, like a castle in the air."

He looked at Yang He seriously, and said, "Brother Yang, tell me, what is the role of our media people?"

Hearing his question, Zhou Zusen stopped sobbing and pricked up his ears, wanting to hear Yang He's answer.

Yang He pondered for a moment, smiled, and said, "Of course we media people are useful. Let's take the 'Weapon of Defense' just now as an example. In this era, wars are not called real swords and guns."

"Economy, diplomacy, culture, etc. can all be called battlefields. We media people are the defenders of the country on the cultural battlefield. Our words and articles are our weapons to attack the enemy."

"Compared to wars with real swords and guns, cultural and public opinion wars are more concealed and more likely to subtly influence people's thinking. Once this position is lost, the losses to the country will be no less than a real war. "

"Even in terms of harmfulness, I think the cultural war is even greater. In an ordinary war, even if it fails, it is only a gain or loss for a city or a place. Once the cultural and public opinion battlefield is lost, it will affect the entire nation, even the thoughts of our descendants."

"The high ground of cultural public opinion, if you don't occupy it, the enemy will occupy it. They will beautify themselves, belittle our culture, and slander our heroes."

"Our teenagers who lack the ability to identify will worship their culture, yearn for their country, and even forgive their heinous crimes. Those who oppose them will be labeled by them in various ways, and then they will be trampled into it. abyss."

"And our role is to defend this position of the motherland. Now do you still think that our work is useless?"

Ren Ming shook his head, and completely came out of the depressed state just now. He looked at Yang He and said, "Thank you, Brother Yang. If you hadn't explained these principles to me, I might have become obsessed. "

He was really grateful to Yang He, and at the same time sighed in his heart, as expected of a CCTV full of talents, any reporter could see it so thoroughly.

I am still far behind.

Yang He waved his hand and said, "I didn't do anything. Even if I don't say these truths, I believe you will realize them yourself sooner or later. I just pierced the window paper in advance."

……

"What's the matter with you, old Gu, what do you want?"

In the hospital, Gu Guhua on the hospital bed struggled to sit up, Li Shulan asked quickly when she saw this.

Gu Guhua said: "Paper, pen."

"What do you want to write?" Li Shulan asked again, seeing his weak appearance, she said again: "Why don't you tell me, and I'll write it."

Gu Guhua shook his head lightly, "I want to leave a few words for my grandchildren."

He is going to explain the funeral.

Li Shulan had a sore nose, but finally held back her tears and said, "Okay, I'll get it for you."

……

number six.

Ten o'clock in the morning, in the ward.

At the desk, the click of the mouse suddenly stopped.

With the sound of "vomit", Gu Zhenhua vomited again.

This was the seventh time he had vomited in just two or three hours.

Unlike the previous few times, there was no black blood or very little blood in his vomit these few times.

However, no one felt that he was getting better, because at this time his face was as white as paper, his expression was sluggish, and his condition was very bad.

"Doctor, what's wrong with my dad?" Gu Jianguo looked at the doctor anxiously and said, "Why does he keep throwing up?"

The doctor's face was solemn. In fact, he had a preliminary judgment in his heart, but it still needs to be checked and verified.

He walked to Gu Zhenhua's side and said, "Mr. Gu, let's stop for a while and let me check for you. Let's continue when it's all right, okay?"

Gu Guhua didn't object this time, he said "OK" and moved his hand away from the mouse.

Everyone hurriedly helped Gu Zhenhua to lie down.

The doctor undressed his upper body, and after some examination, he confirmed that Gu Zhenhua had a large area of ​​intestinal obstruction.

Because the site of the disease is in the stomach, Gu Guhua has not taken a drop of water these days, and his body has become very thin because of this. The maintenance of life depends on bottles of nutrient solution.

But now, his body is still thin and thin, only his abdomen is round.

This is because after intestinal obstruction, the patient cannot defecate and defecate, and all the gas accumulates in the abdomen, causing flatulence.

This is very dangerous. If the operation is not performed in time to relieve the obstruction, the patient may be in danger at any time, and then there is no way to recover.

The doctor put his clothes back on and said to his family members: "Mr. Gu has an intestinal obstruction and needs to be operated on immediately. If it continues, the risk will be extremely high. Now I will arrange the operating room. Do you agree?"

"Of course I agree." Gu Jianguo was the first to stand up, "Doctor, hurry up and make arrangements for my father."

"it is good."

The doctor was about to move when a weak voice said, "I don't need surgery."

When this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Gu Jianguo came to his father's window and said anxiously: "Dad, we really have to listen to the doctor this time. You heard what the doctor said just now. It really can't be delayed. Dad, I beg you." He bent his legs and knelt in front of the bed, "Dad, I really beg you."

What he said was sincere, and everyone could feel the anxiety and reluctance in his words.

But Gu Zhenhua still shook his head slowly but firmly, "My time, time is running out, work, huh—not finished yet, let me continue."

There are rumors that when people reach their last moments, they will feel that they have a deadline.

Before, Gu Guhua, who was a staunch believer in materialism, did not believe in this kind of mysterious statement.

However, at this moment, he really had a premonition that his time seemed to have really come to an end.

……

number seven.

Gu Zhenhua's condition deteriorated again.

The flatulence caused by the intestinal obstruction has made his abdomen swell like a small leather ball.

The doctor issued an ultimatum to Gu Zhenhua himself and his family: If there is no further operation, they may not survive tomorrow.

This time, Gu Guhua rejected his proposal again as no surprise.

Most of his paperwork has been completed, and the final charge is sounded.

And the soldiers who heard the charge will only move forward, charge!

……

January eighth.

seven in the morning.

Gu Guhua was extremely weak.

His various life values ​​have reached a very dangerous edge.

The sirens of various instruments are like firecrackers set off during the New Year.

And he, once again without hesitation, sat down at the desk against the opposition of the doctor and his family.

eight o'clock.

While working, he suddenly fell unconscious on the chair.

08: 30.

After half an hour of first aid, Gu Guhua was snatched back from the gate of hell by the medical staff.

When he woke up, his first words were: Please let me continue to work, I beg you.

The doctor refused, so he kept saying and begging.

And every request he made, every word he said, was like a needle, piercing the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone present, except his wife Li Shulan, cried, and the doctor refused his requests time after time with tears in his eyes.

But the human heart is made of flesh, no matter how hard-hearted a person is, he can't stop his unstoppable energy.

Finally, after Gu Zhenhua said "Please" to him in a weak voice for the tenth time, he nodded in agreement.

nine o'clock.

Gu Zhenhua sat in front of the computer for the second time.

In the ward, the sirens of the instruments became louder and louder.

However, no one present cared about their voices.

Their eyes were already blurred by tears, but they still managed to open them wide and cast respectful glances at Gu Lao.

And the picture of his work is deeply engraved in everyone's mind.

This kind of memory, they will never forget it until they die.

11:30 noon.

Gu Guhua, who had been working continuously for two and a half hours, seemed to have been enchanted by magic. Both his mental state and various physical values ​​were slowly rising.

His mental state was getting better and better, and the trembling hand on the mouse gradually stabilized.

In just a few minutes, he seemed to have returned to the way he was when he was just diagnosed more than half a month ago.

However, no one can be happy.

Because they all thought of the same word: backlight.

twelve o'clock.

Gu Zhenhua's work is done.

He moved his hands away from the mouse, then propped his hands on the table, and slowly stood up by himself.

His face was full of joy, and he waved to his son, "Jianguo, come here."

Gu Jianguo wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and said, "Dad, what's wrong."

Gu Guhua said: "I'm hungry and want to eat. When I arrive in Fengcheng, how can I not eat mutton steamed buns? Go buy me a bowl and come back."

Gu Jianguo said: "I'll go right away." After speaking, he ran directly towards the door of the ward, turning his head while running, "Dad, you must wait for me to come back."

Gu Zhenhua smiled and said, "Go, I'll wait for you to come back."

Gu Jianguo ran out of the ward, then went crazy, exhausted all his strength, and ran away.

In decades of life, he has never run so fast.

Outside the hospital, inside the restaurant that Ren Ming used to go to.

At this time, it was meal time, and there were many people queuing up.

Many family members of patients are waiting for their lunch with insulated lunch boxes.

A young man in his 20s came out of the back kitchen, holding a freshly baked mutton steamed bun in his hand.

He breaks the steamed buns himself, breaks them into small pieces, and pours hot mutton soup on them, which is really delicious in the cold winter.

He looked at the lunch in his hand and sighed, if it wasn't for the tight time, who wouldn't want to sit in the store and eat it.

After all, after taking it home, the buns are probably all soaked up.

When he raised his head again, he was suddenly taken aback.

A middle-aged man stood in front of him, panting heavily, his eyes were red, but his head was sweating profusely in winter.

His heart tightened. He was robbed?

As soon as he made a defensive move, the middle-aged man took out a handful of banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them into his hand, saying, "Please give me your mutton steamed buns, and I'm begging you."

Just as he was talking, the middle-aged man's tears came down.

The young man was stunned, what's going on?

Just as he was in a daze, the middle-aged man took out another mobile phone, forced it into his hand again, and cried, "I'll give you the mobile phone too, please give it to me."

Although he didn't know what was going on, but seeing the middle-aged man like this, the young man's heart softened.

He handed the plastic bag forward and said, "Here you are, you can take the money too, I won't..."

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man disappeared directly in front of his eyes, leaving only a back for him.

……

"Dad, I bought you some food!"

Gu Jianguo pushed open the door of the ward with a huff, with such force that the door collided with the wall and made a loud noise.

However, Gu Jianguo could no longer hear the sound.

As far as he could see, his father, who had smiled and said a few minutes ago that he was waiting for him to come back, was lying on the bed, unconscious.

"drop--"

On the heart rate monitor, the beating line had turned into a straight line.

His world suddenly became silent, and the flustered movements of the medical staff seemed to have been adjusted to double speed, which seemed extremely slow.

He fell into an ice cave, his legs suddenly lost strength, and he could no longer support his body.

He slumped on the ground, spilling the hot mutton buns all over the floor.

He suddenly shouted angrily: "Dad, you lied to me!"

……

(End of this chapter)