Chapter 291 Car Accident
After returning to Shanghai, Song Yuanchao originally wanted to take Luo Yang out for a few days of fun, but he had too many things to do and had to wait for a few days when he was free. Fortunately, Li Xiaoyun volunteered. She had nothing to do during the holiday, so she took the initiative to suggest that she take Luo Yang around.
Luo Yang of course agreed with this wholeheartedly, and Li Daqi, perhaps because of what Song Yuanchao said, did not raise any objection.
We had dinner together on the first day after returning. We didn’t have a place to eat at home, and cooking in such hot weather was hard work, so we chose a private restaurant not far from the alley.
Compared with last year, there are more and more private restaurants in Shanghai, most of which serve local cuisine and Huaiyang cuisine. The restaurant that Zhang Jianguo helped to book offers both. The head chef is a retired master chef from a state-owned restaurant and is a great cook.
Luo Yang nodded repeatedly during the meal. Although Shanghai cuisine tends to be sweet, which Luo Yang, a northerner, is not used to, he has to admit that some dishes are very well cooked, and are not inferior to those in the time-honored restaurants in Yanjing.
After a night's rest, Li Xiaoyun and Luo Yang went out for a walk early the next morning, while Song Yuanchao drove the Huhai car towards Gusu.
Before coming back, he had called Zhang Jianguo and asked him to buy offerings for the tomb sweeping. He moved the things into the trunk of his car last night and drove to the tomb sweeping early in the morning.
Having a car is much more convenient. If Song Yuanchao didn't have a car, he would have to take a train and then a bus to visit the tomb, which would take a day and a half. This time he drove there. Although there was no expressway from Shanghai to Suzhou, it was very convenient to take the national highway. In addition, there were not many vehicles on the road, so the traffic was very smooth, which could save a lot of time.
We set out at around six in the morning and arrived at the Gusu Cemetery a little after ten in the morning. The journey took four hours.
When they arrived at the cemetery, Song Yuanchao took out the offerings from the trunk and walked up the mountain along the path. After a while, he arrived at his parents' grave.
Just as he was about to put down the offerings, Song Yuanchao's eyes swept across the tomb and he was stunned, because he saw traces of tomb sweeping in front of the tomb, and there was also a bunch of dried chrysanthemums placed there.
Li Daqi swept the tomb for himself during the Qingming Festival, but it has been several months now. Although the current cemetery management is not as perfect as in later generations, the cemetery management office should have cleaned up all the traces after several months. How could there be any traces of tomb sweeping left?
And judging from the bunch of dried chrysanthemums, it is clear that this bunch of chrysanthemums could not have been placed here during the Qingming Festival. Although they have dried, the overall appearance is still intact. It seems that they have been here for only about a week at most.
"That's strange, who could it be?" Song Yuanchao was a little puzzled. Could it be that some of his relatives came to sweep the grave?
This idea was rejected by Song Yuanchao as soon as it came to his mind. The Song family had no relatives left. They did have relatives on his mother Wang Sufen's side, including Song Yuanchao's aunt and uncle. However, they had cut off contact with them since Song Guangzeng and his wife had an accident. When Wang Sufen died, these relatives were still planning to take their own houses. If it weren't for Zhang's mother's intervention, they might have occupied the Song family's houses long ago.
Since then, Song Yuanchao has never interacted with them again, just as if these relatives did not exist. It was the same in his previous life. After returning to Shanghai, Song Yuanchao never interacted with them for decades, and even forgot what they looked like.
If it wasn't them, who else could it be? Song Yuanchao was puzzled. After thinking for a while, he shook his head, squatted down, cleaned the cemetery, and put the offerings and flowers again.
He filled the tomb with wine, lit incense, and lit a cigarette before placing it in front of Song Guangzeng's tombstone. Then Song Yuanchao burned paper money and spoke his heart out to his parents while doing so.
In this world, besides Lin Yan, his parents are the people closest to him. And there are some things Song Yuanchao cannot say to Lin Yan, but he has no such concerns with his parents.
Song Yuanchao told his parents about his life and experiences over the past year, and at the same time, he told them how much he missed his parents. As he spoke, tears could not help but fall. Looking at the names of his parents engraved on the tombstone, Song Yuanchao wished that his parents were still alive! Hearing his parents calling his name, holding their hands, and seeing their kind smiles...
There is no greater sorrow in life than when a son wants to support his parents but they are no longer around.
Song Yuanchao stayed at the cemetery until two o'clock in the afternoon, without even having lunch, and then left reluctantly.
After driving away from the cemetery, Song Yuanchao felt hungry. After thinking about it, he did not drive back along the national highway, but drove directly to the nearest town from the road on the right. Song Yuanchao was very familiar with the geographical conditions around the cemetery. He knew that there was a lakeside town about seven or eight kilometers away from the cemetery. He planned to go there to find a noodle restaurant to have a bowl of noodles before leaving.
Suzhou noodles are very famous, and most Shanghainese people's favorite is Suzhou-style noodles.
It was easy to find the town by driving along the road. Although it was not meal time, several private noodle restaurants there were still open. Song Yuanchao found one and parked the car, got out and ordered a bowl of noodles. After the noodles came, he started to eat them with relish. After a few minutes, he had finished the whole bowl of noodles and even the noodle soup. With food in his stomach, Song Yuanchao felt much better.
After eating the noodles, Song Yuanchao lit up a cigarette and chatted with the owner of the shop.
Perhaps it was because Song Yuanchao drove a Shanghai brand car, the boss seemed a little restrained in front of Song Yuanchao. Perhaps in the boss's eyes, Song Yuanchao was a leader from nowhere, or maybe he was a driver who drove a car for the leader. For such a person, it would be more appropriate to say as little as possible.
Seeing his boss's concerns, Song Yuanchao smiled and didn't say much. After finishing a cigarette, Song Yuanchao got up and walked to the car to get the key to open the door. But just as he opened the door and before he got in, he suddenly heard a loud bang behind him. Song Yuanchao looked back and was stunned.
There was a bend about a hundred meters behind him. For some reason, a 212 jeep had overturned on the side of the road. The front of the car was dented a lot, and the body of the car was overturned at a 90-degree angle. Amidst the rising dust, the two high-hanging wheels were still turning.
"Oh my goodness! If you want to die, come here and have a car accident!" Hearing the noise, the owner of the noodle shop ran out, and several residents nearby also came out after hearing the noise. When they saw the car accident scene not far away, they couldn't help but shout.
Song Yuanchao was stunned for a moment, then he quickly closed the car door and ran to the accident scene. As he ran, he turned back and shouted to the noodle shop owner, "Don't just stand there like an idiot. Get some tools and find someone to help! Quick!"
The distance between the two was not far, and it only took Song Yuanchao a short time to run to the scene of the car accident. However, because he ran so fast, he was gasping for breath when he arrived at the scene.
After a closer look at the scene, we found that the right front wheel of the 212 was broken into pieces. It seemed that the front tire had burst and the rollover was caused by the turn.
The car flipped to the right, with one person in the front driver's seat and one person in the front passenger seat. The driver was better off, with a bloody head but still conscious, lying sideways in the car groaning. As for the middle-aged man in the passenger seat, he was unlucky because the car flipped over right in his position, with blood all over his face and his head drooping motionlessly, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive.
Song Yuanchao climbed onto the carriage and reached out to pull the door, but it didn't budge. It was probably because the door was deformed due to the car accident.
At this time, the noodle shop owner and several other people had also rushed over with tools such as iron rods in their hands. Song Yuanchao hurriedly reached out and asked them for the iron rod to pry the car door, but for some reason, the door could not be opened after several attempts.
"Help... Help..." The driver's weak cry for help came intermittently from the car, but Song Yuanchao could not pry open the car door. If this continued, the injured people would be in great danger.
Taking a deep breath, Song Yuanchao looked around the front of the car. He jumped off the front of the car and came to the side. He raised the iron rod in his hand and hit the front glass hard, once, twice, three times...
The already cracked windshield was finally smashed by Song Yuanchao. Then Song Yuanchao used an iron rod to pull the broken glass out, and finally he pulled the whole piece of glass off.
After tearing off the glass, Song Yuanchao climbed up again, reached out and grabbed the driver's arm and pulled him out. The driver screamed in pain, his face turned pale and sweaty, it seemed that his ribs were broken.
"Bear with it, it will be fine soon." Song Yuanchao knew that his actions would cause harm to the injured driver, but now was not the time to consider these issues. If he didn't pull the person out, the consequences would be more serious. Moreover, he smelled gasoline in the air. It should be that the fuel tank of 212 was broken. If he left it alone, it would be all over if it caught fire.
Trying to avoid the injured part of the other party, Song Yuanchao half hugged and half pulled the injured driver out of the cab. At this time, other people who came to help also reached out their hands. After rescuing the driver, half of Song Yuanchao's body was wet with sweat.
Raising his hand to wipe his face, Song Yuanchao continued to reach out to the person in the co-pilot seat. He first put his hand on the other person's neck and touched it, and felt that the other person's artery was still beating slightly.
Relieved that the man was still alive, Song Yuanchao gritted his teeth and leaned forward to finally get the man out. After rescuing the two people in the car, Song Yuanchao jumped out of the car and felt dizzy. He quickly held onto the car body to steady himself.
"Leader, what should we do now?" the noodle shop owner asked helplessly as he looked at the two injured people lying on the ground.
"Is there a hospital nearby? Where is the nearest hospital?"
"Yes, yes, yes. The People's Hospital is just half an hour's bike ride over there." The noodle shop owner stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the car involved in the accident.
"Everyone, please help me carry them into my car. I'll take them to the hospital." Saving lives is the most important thing, Song Yuanchao said without thinking, then quickly ran back to his car, took out the key, started the engine, turned around on the spot, drove the car to the side of the injured , got out and then carried the two injured into his car with everyone else.
The middle-aged man in the passenger seat was seriously injured and lying in the back seat. Song Yuanchao asked the noodle shop owner to get in the car to help support the injured man in the back seat and give directions. As for the driver, although his ribs were broken and his injuries were serious, he could only sit in the passenger seat under the current conditions.
After everything was settled, Song Yuanchao stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the People's Hospital. When he left, he did not forget to stick his head out and shout to the people who came to help, asking them to contact the police as soon as possible to deal with the accident scene.
The People’s Hospital is not too far from the accident site. The noodle shop owner said it would take half an hour to ride a bike, or less than ten minutes to drive there.
A moment later, Song Yuanchao, who was driving very fast, saw the Red Cross sign of the People's Hospital. He drove straight into the hospital gate. With the sound of emergency brakes, the car stopped at the entrance of the building.
"Doctor! Doctor! Help! Help!" After jumping out of the car, Song Yuanchao ran straight into the building, shouting as he ran.
As he shouted, a doctor in a white coat came out hurriedly, jogging and asking what happened.
After describing the car accident in the simplest language, Song Yuanchao brought the doctor to the door. At this time, several nurses carrying a stretcher also ran over.
After opening the car door, the doctor looked at the condition of the injured in the front and rear seats , and then immediately arranged for the nurses to carefully carry the people out of the car, onto a stretcher and into the operating room.
After he was busy running around and everyone was sent to the operating room, Song Yuanchao felt that he was about to collapse. In just half an hour, Song Yuanchao had consumed a lot of physical energy, and coupled with his overly tense spirit, he felt sore all over when he relaxed.
