Just when Du Lin stepped into the confinement room, he didn't know that thousands of miles away, something that could affect the entire bootlegging industry in the entire empire was quietly happening.
"When did it happen?" After the leader of the new party signed his name, he rubbed his temples, took off his glasses, and placed them on the table. On the outside, he looks only in his forties, but in fact he is already fifty-four years old. He has always taken good care of himself, so he does not look old. He has blond, slightly curly hair, a fair face with only some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a high nose bridge and full lips that make his facial features very three-dimensional. In addition to having been in charge of the work of the New Party and the Empire for a long time, he still had an extremely aggressive majesty ready to emerge in his calm expression.
Like all fathers, he also cares about his next generation, his successor. His son is not a great son, at least not good enough in the role of a son. Perhaps most powerful people have this worry. His son is a loser. He has never done a few correct things since he was a child and spends all his time having fun and getting into trouble.
Women, alcohol, and a messy and messy private life had already troubled him. He had tried his best to supervise that bastard, but something still happened. Just now, his secretary-general told him that his son had been in a car accident and was seriously injured. He hoped that he could go to the hospital.
"I remember I had someone install a speed limiter on his car, and he told me he didn't go anywhere at home yesterday." He put his glasses into his pocket, then took out his exquisite pocket watch to read After a while, he had about twenty minutes. Twenty minutes later, the heads of several central agencies of the empire will come over for a brief meeting to discuss some policies to be formulated and promulgated before the mid-term elections.
The Secretary-General was hesitant and speechless. The party leader's son's latest sports car from the Federation was indeed equipped with a speed limiter. The principle of the speed limiter was not that complicated, and there were two main types. One is a physical speed limiter, which reduces the engine's working efficiency by reducing the ultra-high compressed steam entering the engine from the kinetic energy bin. The second is a chemical method. By adding a special substance to the kinetic energy tank to reduce the reaction speed between obsidian and catalyst, the purpose of limiting the speed of the vehicle is achieved.
Both methods were used on the sports car of the party leader's son. But everything in this world exists in opposite directions. You can install all these things on him, and he can also remove them through some means. The speed limiter was installed by the Secretary-General himself, and the uninstallation of the speed limiter was also arranged by the Secretary-General himself. He thought nothing would happen, but something happened anyway.
The only thing he was thankful for now was that the bastard had fallen into a deep coma. The doctor said that even if he could wake up, he would still encounter some functional obstacles.
For example, slurred speech can lead to sequelae such as mental retardation.
Thank God for not abandoning me!
The secretary-general followed the leader of the new party, Maggs, out of Maggs' mansion. They were actually not far from the best hospital, only three minutes away. Mags remained silent along the way, his face a little gloomy and solemn. It was not until he arrived at the hospital that he showed some anxiety.
The hospital knew that the severely injured young man was the son of New Party leader Mags, and they also sent an expert team of all the most famous doctors to analyze the young man's condition. But the situation was very bad. The bastard hit a wall at a very high speed. I have to thank God for being able to survive until now. As for whether he can be completely rescued, no one has such confidence.
"I think we need to open his skull to find out why he is still in a coma." A surgeon expressed his opinion.
Magers' son's physical injuries have basically been treated, but he is still unconscious. In fact, the doctors here know that the problem must be in his brain. If the brain was not crushed by inertia under the violent impact, there might be a hematoma or blood clot somewhere that is compressing the brain. But so far, only one doctor has expressed this view.
In this era where there is no way to discover the conditions inside the skull through the skull, all craniotomy operations are actually a gamble, because the window you open may not happen to be on the lesion, so many times once the craniotomy operation is confirmed, the brain will What needs to be cut is not one bone, but six bones. All people who have undergone craniotomy surgery cannot engage in strenuous exercise or contact with water for a long time. They must also wash their hair with a special disinfectant containing disinfectant every day to avoid infection.
So far, the longest surviving case after craniotomy is an old man. He lived for seventeen years, then fell into coma due to a sneeze and soon passed away.
It was stressful to perform a craniotomy on Maggs' son. Therefore, these doctors who were unwilling to take responsibility never mentioned the craniotomy and always looked for problems in several injuries that had been treated, such as his tibia fracture. For God's sake, if there was a direct connection between tibia fractures and deep coma, maybe there would be some prize for the doctor who thinks this way.
In the silence of the group of doctors, the door of the ward opened. Several bodyguards first cleaned the room and confirmed that there was no danger. Then Mags walked in with a high head. His first sight fell on his son who needed mechanical cooperation in the hospital bed even for breathing.
"My time is limited, please keep the story short." He quickly focused on this group of senior doctors. Neither he nor his son are the protagonists here, these doctors are.
The doctor who proposed to perform a craniotomy opened his mouth several times, but finally kept his mouth shut. It had too much to do with it! Conservative treatment might have kept Maggs' son in his current condition or even killed him, but it wouldn't cost them anything. However, once the risky craniotomy fails, he will inevitably become the main responsible party - maybe he will not die without craniotomy, and even being unconscious is better than death.
Many family members have this thought, especially after the incident.
Facing the silent group of experts, Magus pursed his lips. Just as he was about to explain that the doctors were not responsible, suddenly the faces of several doctors turned away, and Magus also followed their gazes. Son lying on the hospital bed.
The next moment, all the doctors rushed over. Just now they discovered that the alarm device had been triggered. It was a very small thing, a gasket-like thing pressed against a section of exposed artery. There is a long electrified needle on the gasket. Every time the heart beats, the gasket will shake, and the long needle will also shake, and it will break away from another conductor, causing the bee that keeps ringing. The buzzer produced a moment of silence.
Just a moment ago, the silence disappeared, which meant the heartbeat of the guy on the bed stopped. The doctors began to rescue him quickly, and Mags stood aside. He frowned and watched the doctors trying various efforts on his son. His hands were in his pockets, clutching his glasses tightly. He told many people that he didn't like his son, that he was a waste, but when he saw that his son couldn't even beat his heart, his heart seemed to be about to stop beating.
About ten minutes later, when the doctors' rescue operations came to an abrupt end, his hand crushed the glasses in his pocket, and the lenses hurt his palms, but he did not feel even a trace of pain. The death of his son had already made him numb with pain. He walked over quietly and stood calmly at the head of the hospital bed. The doctors and others withdrew, leaving the room to the father and son.
He stared at the child whose face had long been deformed and full of suture wounds. He searched his memory for a long time but could not find a similar appearance. He shook his head, sighed, stretched out his hand to lift the thin quilt from his feet, covered his legs, and covered his chest. When he was about to cover his face, Mag Si looked deeply at the son who had always given him a headache. He wanted to keep the image of this damned bastard in his heart forever.
The white thin film was slowly pressed against the twisted face. Magus raised his head and blinked, then calmly turned around and left.
In the afternoon, when all the heads of departments participating in the meeting sat together, they already knew everything that Mags had experienced. Before they had time to comfort the second man in the empire who had lost a child in his middle and old age, Magus spoke first.
"To be honest, I never thought I would experience such a sad day. Yes, he is gone. But the question is not here, but why he left me." Maggs opened his own He took out his notepad and put on his eyes. "I carefully collected the details before his accident. The real cause of his death was not that he hit the wall, but three other things."
"First, wine!"
"He drank a large amount of smuggled high-alcohol alcohol before driving. The alcohol would ignite when exposed to fire. The alcohol caused him to lose his ability to respond to the outside world."
"Second, he abused narcotics. The amount of narcotics he ingested was enough to make his muscles uncontrollable by his body. Even if he realized that he would hit the wall, he could not command his body to change direction or stop the car. Come down."
"Third, the speed was too high. I believe if he hadn't removed those damn speed limiters, he wouldn't have left me even if there was a car accident."
"So I have a proposal..." He looked at each of the pillars of the empire who participated in the meeting, and then said slowly: "Establish a high-alcohol and restricted substances management and investigation bureau to clean up all illegal illicit liquor in the empire. Establish an empire transportation The Vehicle Management Department strictly controls the speed of each vehicle and the physical condition of the driver! "
"Who objects?"
(End of chapter)