A new day is approaching slowly. Sitting in the comfortable single ward of the hospital, Yang Fusheng has never closed his eyes all night, but he still feels energetic and refreshed.

Yang Fusheng was one of the bus passengers in Jiangyan City, Beibei last night, in the car accident in Jiangyan City, Hubei. He was the unlucky man who was in his forties wearing a shabby construction site outfit when he was sleeping and suddenly overturned. He was stabbed into his throat by the broken glass on his face and other parts of his body.

When a car accident happened, Yang Fusheng really felt that he was in trouble. His family was already poor enough. His wife had liver disease and had been recuperating and treating her. When her son was about to graduate and was about to lose his job, he had to help him prepare money for buying a house and get married. He himself was a coolie who worked in a group of construction workers in the county. Even if he was tired and had serious stomach problems, he didn't dare to treat him. He just wanted to work harder to make more money to help his wife treat her illness and help his son save his wife's money and house money.

He was already so depressed that he had no money to treat him even if he was sick, but he would even get into a car accident when he took a bus? When the moment he woke up after the car overturned, he felt the severe pain all over his body and the tragic scene of continuous blood flowing from his throat. Yang Fusheng was desperate and felt that his life was going to be over.

He was afraid of death, not only afraid of death, but also could not let go of his wife who had been caring for illness at home. He was his wife who had been with her for twenty years. He could not let go of his son either. In the endless fear and fear, he cried and scolded God for being unfair, so why did he, an honest farmer, suffer so many hardships and hardships?

Then……

He was in a coma due to excessive blood loss and encountered the Taoist priest??

Although the Taoist priest disappeared when he woke up and left, he did not see it with his own eyes, he absolutely believed that this was a miracle. It was the old god who saved him. Why do he believe it? When he just woke up, his throat, left arm, and thighs were cut and thorny skin, blood and flesh, it was definitely not fake. The pain and blood flowing at that time were the great horror he experienced personally, and it was definitely not an illusion.

How could it be an hallucination? Even if the Taoist priest left, his clothes were covered in blood. It was not until the police organized him to come to the First Hospital of the City and changed the wet clothes that were infected with blood.

Also, the wounds pierced by broken glass are still there. Whether you look in the mirror or touch it with your hands, you can be sure that everything is not an illusion.

The hospital conducted a comprehensive examination for him and found that his stomach disease, which he had no money to treat, was completely cured at this time.

A car accident occurred, which was originally a car accident that could have brought about the consequences of family damage and death to the family. This was definitely a major disaster. In a blink of an eye, it was a blessing in disguise. Not only did the injury recover from the car accident, but the stomach problems on the body were cured?

Yang Fusheng is just an honest and simple farmer. When he encounters such a magical experience, he really doesn't know how to describe his gratitude.

"I don't know what the old god's name is. Did you go to Wudang Mountain? If I could go home, I must put a tablet for the old god. Oh my God, there are really mysterious things in this world! It's true, and I even encountered it."

He was excited and suddenly burst into tears. He knelt down and kowtowed to Wudang Mountain. When Yang Fusheng muttered to himself, a knock came from outside the ward door.

When Yang Fusheng hurriedly got up and spoke in, he saw an old man in his fifties and a young man of thirty or seventy walk in.

"Guoan, this is my certificate."

Yang Fusheng was confused, and the thirty-six-seven-year-old young man took the ID and handed it over. What the other party said made the honest and simple middle-aged man tremble in shock and his face turned pale.

After a quick look, he also saw that the name on the ID was He Weilong. He did not dare to receive the ID. Yang Fusheng squeezed out a smile and said nervously, "Hello, leader."

He Weilong burst into laughter, "Don't be nervous, we're just asking some things."

After laughing, He Weilong put away his ID, took out an instrument to operate it, and then pointed at the old man beside him, "This is our Director Song."

"Hello leader." Yang Fusheng bent over and said hello, "The director of Guoan? Such a big official has never been seen in his life."

"Don't be restrained, Mr. Yang, right? We are here this time just to ask about the specific situation of the incident last night." Deputy Director Song smiled and reached out, his face and smiled very approachable and gentle.

This kind of laughter dispelled Yang Fusheng's restraint. When he handed a cigarette on the other side, he took it and took a sip before he slowly began to tell it. Wherever the two national security leaders asked, he said nothing, without a lie, and did not dare to say it.

More than twenty minutes later, when Deputy Director Song and He Weilong were polite and were about to leave, Yang Fusheng suddenly spoke, "Leader."

When the two of them turned around, Yang Fusheng became nervous again, nervous, and laughed dryly, "Leader, can I ask a question?"

"You said." Deputy Director Song still smiled gently.

"Leader, you see, my phone has been taken away, so you can't contact your home... When will I go home?" Yang Fusheng gritted his teeth and said. Not to mention meeting the Director of the National Security Bureau, he would be nervous when he encountered an ordinary policeman asking questions.

Now I have to ask about some things. I was fine more than half an hour after the car accident last night. I have been in full twelve hours and I am still locked in the hospital and not allowed to leave. How can I not be anxious or nervous?

After asking, he waved his hand quickly, "I'm not in a hurry to leave. My family is in poor health. I usually take care of her at home. I haven't told her until last night, for fear that she will worry."

Deputy Director Song was silent for a few seconds before walking back, handing over a cigarette, and laughed when both parties smoked him, "Brother Fusheng, you may have to stay here these days, but don't worry, we will ask someone to notify your family that you have something to do. If you cooperate, we can bear the medical expenses required for your wife to treat liver disease. Your son can also arrange it for him after graduation."

"Ah?" Yang Fusheng was so shocked that he was scared again after being shocked, "Then, then... I won't see them in the future?"

"How could this happen? This matter is investigated for a few days at most, and you will send your phone back when you wait. You can also call home to make them feel at ease, but you can't tell the car accident or the mysterious Taoist priest for the time being. Just say you are busy or have other jobs."

"You can go home after these few days, I promise."

"You should understand that this matter is too much involved. We need your cooperation and the country needs you!"

When Deputy Director Song finally said something sincerely, Yang Fusheng was flattered. The country needs me? I feel so flattered.

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After a moment, the two Guoans walked out of the ward and stood in the corridor and looked at each other. Their eyes were full of extremely complicated gazes.

After looking at each other, the two continued to walk into the next ward.
Chapter completed!