Chapter 2478
Old Lu is Gone
He Yuzhu even went to the cinema to watch it once.
It was similar to the movie plot in his memory.
The key point is that he couldn't possibly remember it that precisely.
In general, it's primarily realistic.
Therefore, many elderly people from the mainland on Hong Kong Island, those compatriots who experienced the devastation of the country, were moved to tears while watching.
There used to be several pro-Taiwan newspapers that would nitpick and criticize this kind of thing relentlessly.
But this time, unusually, they remained silent.
All mainstream media outlets interpreted this film with the title "...recognizing...their contributions."
In the intensive care unit of a hospital, a thin, dark-skinned man wearing an oxygen mask lies on a hospital bed.
The monitoring instruments on the side emitted a rhythmic beeping sound.
Looking at the patient's gaunt face, even someone without medical knowledge could tell that the person was on their last legs.
They were essentially boiling the body dry by administering medicinal solutions.
As for how long they can hold out, nobody knows.
Two fit young men in suits stood guard at the entrance.
Not far away, a pair of police officers were patrolling back and forth.
A chubby police officer glanced at the intensive care unit and asked his colleague, "Senior, who's that guy?"
They even want us to come over and help guard it. What a grand display!
The tall, thin man next to him shook his head, also looking thoughtful.
They were just in uniform, and it seemed that the matter of returning home to Hong Kong Island had already been settled.
Therefore, he didn't want to provoke anyone.
Judging from the posture of those two young men over there, even though they are wearing suits, you can tell they come from the disciplined forces.
Even if his superiors ordered him to come and keep watch over such tasks, he had no choice but to come.
But if he can avoid getting involved, he doesn't want to get involved at all.
Who knows which side they're from?
"Just doing my job and eating my fill"—that's the true thought behind many uniformed police officers in Hong Kong.
Hurried footsteps came from the stairwell.
The two officers also stopped chatting, put one hand on their waist, and stared intently at the stairwell exit.
A man and a woman came out, both with serious expressions on their faces.
However, if you look closely, you can see that the two of them still have a slightly excited expression.
The officer went up to stop him, but the man in the suit came up behind him.
He gave the two of them a military salute.
This made the officer immediately step back, realizing that the two men who came were likely a pair of men in suits.
The man was chubby, in his forties, and somewhat greasy.
The woman was dressed in a dark cheongsam, with exquisite features, but the gray hair at her temples and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes could not hide the signs of hardship.
The way the two people walk reveals that the woman is in control.
"How is Lao Lu doing?"
"Have you been conscious at all?" Miss Tan asked the man in the suit who greeted her as she walked towards the ward.
"Leader Lu has woken up twice since yesterday, but the time he was awake was very short."
Basically, nothing was explained.
The company leaders asked the attending physician at the hospital, and the doctor said, "..." The man in the suit looked somewhat somber at this point and did not continue.
The outcome was likely to be very bad.
All he knew was that the person inside was surnamed Lu, but he couldn't be sure if that surname was real or not.
But a few days ago, this greasy man next to Comrade Tan went to his work unit leader and arranged for Comrade Lu to be sent to this hospital.
He knew immediately that the person inside must be one of their comrades.
Although they had never fought side by side, he watched as his comrade was exhausted and there was no possibility of even being sent back to Beijing.
He also felt sadness.
Several times when he went in to check on the patients, he heard Comrade Lao Lu talking in his sleep.
Just two sentences, three words.
One is 'pain'. The other is 'go home'.
There was not a single other word.
He had no idea what kind of belief a person should have to cling to all the secrets on their deathbed.
The sounds of medical equipment in the ward were repetitive and monotonous.
Miss Tan sat down on the chair by the bed and stared at the skull-like face on the hospital bed.
Her eyes were somewhat blank; she didn't know why.
Actually, it seems that she hasn't done any work in Hong Kong Island over the years.
At first, she was very enthusiastic.
But later...
She always felt like she was the one who was wronged.
But compared to the person lying in bed, she felt that all her grievances were insignificant.
What kind of scene did she see when she went to Li Huaide's house to pick up Lao Lu?
He was skin and bones, his pillow and sheets were worn out, and the straw mat he was lying on had rubbed his back raw with sores.
The key issue is that the community had originally planned to arrange for Lao Lu to work and receive treatment at the same time a couple of years ago.
But Lao Lu, who could still walk independently at that time, gave up treatment in order to protect the safety of the middleman.
According to Li Huaide, who takes care of him, Lao Lu will only take painkillers when the pain becomes unbearable.
When we took Lao Lu to the hospital, we had to carefully lift him onto the ambulance, bed sheet and all.
Otherwise, they were afraid that if they used even a little too much force, they might break Lao Lu's bones.
However, whether what Lao Lu did was meaningful or not, no one knows.
"Old Lu, the movie has already been released in Hong Kong."
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They also arranged for someone to come and make contact.
The movie should be over by now; the feedback was very good.
It is said that the person was very satisfied with it.
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Our mission...
Hmm...
Our mission is complete! ......
As Miss Tan finished speaking, she couldn't help but sob.
No miracle occurred, and Lao Lu did not experience a final burst of energy after hearing the good news.
Even though Miss Tan stayed up all night, Lao Lu still didn't wake up.
Inside the ward, apart from the monotonous, repetitive sounds of medical equipment, there was no other noise.
Perhaps, for Lao Lu, knowing that the mission was successful was enough.
He doesn't need another heroic exit.
Just as he had told He Yuzhu, he never considered himself a hero.
He simply did what he had when he first started working: an ideal he had in his heart, and he worked hard to achieve it...
that is it.
Lao Lu left on the second night. If it weren't for the instruments reminding him, he could have left even more silently.
No outsiders came into contact with his body the entire time; it was his colleagues from a certain organization who helped him clean up and change his clothes. His neat Zhongshan suit looked loose on him.
Li Huaide did not participate in the whole process; he simply watched as his close friend, with whom he had lived for several years, was burned into ashes in the furnace.
Some of it was scattered into the sea, so that when the wanderer returned, he could help guide the way.
His surname is Lu!
Some of them were sent back to Beijing by Li Huaide.
According to what Lao Lu said when he was still in good health, he didn't have many friends in Beijing, and He Yuzhu, who always took advantage of him, was one of them.
Therefore, his funeral arrangements were entrusted to He Yuzhu.
Bury it in a sunny spot, and it will welcome spring early next year! ... (End of Chapter)