Having achieved financial freedom, I reorganized my workplace.

Chapter 52 What nonsense are you talking about!

"If the lights were turned up higher, you wouldn't be able to see anything."

"Be careful, don't dig up Director Tan."

"Push on the left side."

"Give it your all on the right."

"Quick, move that rock!"

Shouts rose and fell, and the rescue scene was bustling with activity; one might mistake it for a gold rush.

Lin Chen, who was originally standing at the edge of the pit, has now been pushed to the outer edge by a group of enthusiastic "cheerleaders". Chen Ya, on the other hand, is going against the tide and standing further and further forward, her eyes burning, and it is unknown whether she also wants to jump in and play in the mud.

Lin Chen really wanted to help, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only pray silently.

In the muddy pit, Tan Huasheng, covered in mud, took the lead, vigorously swinging his hoe. His movements were very standard, but his strength was not impressive, clearly indicating that he had never done any farm work since childhood.

However, no one can resist sincerity, and even the heavens seemed moved, as the rain lessened.

"It's out! It's out! Give it your all!" someone shouted, further fueling their fighting spirit.

With everyone working together to help and obstruct the process, the person was finally dug out; it was Liu Dajun, a senior worker from Shuanglong Water Supply Station.

"Quick, lend a hand."

Those below lifted it, and those above took turns pulling it. Everyone touched it, fully demonstrating the company's united and democratic atmosphere.

Finally, using a pre-prepared stretcher, Liu Dajun was carried out. The company's special medical staff, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately came over and began professional treatment. However, when Lin Chen saw Liu Dajun's pale face, almost bloodless, he had a bleak premonition.

There are more ills than good luck.

As expected. After quickly checking the heartbeat, pulse, and pupils, the two medical staff exchanged a glance, their faces filled with helpless regret, and slowly straightened up.

Having somehow escaped the mud pit and covered in filth, Tan Huasheng rushed to the medical staff, his voice hoarse with anxiety: "How is he? How is he?!"

Even though there were still people in the pit, he stopped digging. He really cared about every employee working there.

"I'm sorry." The medical staff shook their heads at Tan Huasheng, indicating that they were powerless to help, and then took a white sheet and began to cover him with it.

"What are you doing?" Tan Huasheng exploded like a firecracker, "What are you covering it up for? You've only just carried it up and you're already giving up? Don't you have any professional ethics?! Where's the CPR? Where's the chest compressions? Where's the defibrillation?! Do you even deserve to wear these white coats?!"

"I'm sorry, Director Tan, we really did our best." The medical staff said helplessly. They wanted to say that the person was completely dead, and there was really nothing more they could do.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could this happen? It shouldn't be like this, there must still be hope." Tan Huasheng was in a frenzy, completely unable to accept this.

He ripped off the white sheet that was about to be covered, and amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, he bent down without hesitation and began artificial respiration on Liu Dajun's cold lips, blowing twice before performing chest compressions.

The entire process was executed flawlessly, imbued with a poignant sense of ritual.

No one can stop him; he's like an ox.

So touching! It's heartbreaking to hear and tearful to see! Tang Xin's eyes were red, and Chen Ya was already in tears.

Those unaware of the details might mistakenly believe that Tan Huasheng is Liu Dajun's long-lost father.

With a thunderous roar, a bolt of lightning ripped across the sky, and dark clouds began to gather again. Amidst the rising wind and swirling clouds, a light drizzle began to fall, as if the heavens and earth were moved and weeping.

"Director Tan, please calm down and accept my condolences."

Seeing that Tan Huasheng refused to get up and that he was pressing on other people's navels during chest compressions, Lin Chen pretended to pull him up. Hey, he actually got up! How come several people couldn't get him up before?

Tan Huasheng's face was ashen, his eyes vacant, like a soulless puppet. He lit a cigarette, exhaled a lonely smoke ring, and muttered to himself, "What if I die...?"

Lin Chen thought to himself: What else can I do? Prepare for the worst, discuss compensation, and hold those responsible accountable.

"Someone else! Come quick, pull him out!" At this moment, the people in the muddy pit started to stir again, and another person, Liang Xiaoqiang, was also dug out.

"Alive, alive, doctor, quick!"

The scene instantly erupted in excitement, and everyone swarmed around it.

This cry of being alive was like the cry of a newborn baby, or the light of dawn in the dark night, giving one a jolt and easing the tension in Lin Chen's heart.

At least one person was saved.

Liang Xiaoming was lucky; he happened to be in the middle of the bridge, and the bridge pier created a small space for him to survive.

The doctor examined him and said his life should be fine, but one of his legs might be useless.

He was rescued, but he was in a daze, his eyes were completely empty, like a vegetable. The doctor gave him several bottles of glucose before he began to regain some consciousness, but he still couldn't speak.

Everyone was slightly moved by his survival.

Only Tan Huasheng stood there, exhaling smoke, his face pale, grief flowing like a river, still unable to extricate himself from Liu Dajun's death.

Lin Chen thought to himself: Could there really be some blood relation between Tan Huasheng and Liu Dajun? Could they be illegitimate children?

Guan Cong from Shuanglong Police Station was relieved to see that one of the survivors had been found alive. He scurried over to Tan Huasheng to report the good news: "Director Tan, Xiaoming is alive, so he should be alright."

To everyone's surprise, Tan Huasheng kicked him again and launched into another tirade: "Damn it, what's the point? One dies, what's the point of another surviving?"

How can living be meaningless? Tan Huasheng, what nonsense are you talking about?

Lin Chen hadn't reacted yet.

Tan Huasheng added, "It doesn't matter if one dies or two dies, you fucking know that? Get the hell out of here."

Another bolt of lightning struck the sky, but it didn't strike down. Instead, a light drizzle began to fall, creating a somewhat desolate atmosphere. The body had already been dug out, and the finishing touches were being put on the site. Qiu Yu and the others also brought over eight-treasure porridge, steamed buns, instant noodles, and sausages.

Tan Huasheng ate a steamed bun, but felt it wasn't enough, so he ate a bowl of instant noodles. Lin Chen watched as he ate with relish.

At this moment, Song Jiehui arrived. He had traveled all the way from the provincial capital, braving wind and rain, without eating or drinking anything along the way, because he had just finished eating when he returned.

Tan Huasheng tossed the instant noodles in his hand to Lin Chen, then turned to Song Jiehui and said, "Director Song, it's good that you're back. We have someone to rely on now. This accident happened at a time like this because I didn't do my job well. I apologize to you."

The attitude was sincere.

Without mincing words, Song Jiehui cut straight to the point, asking, "What's the casualty situation? Have they been rescued?"

Tan Huasheng sighed and replied, "One dead and one injured."

Song Jiehui's expression instantly turned serious, and he turned sharply to Guan Cong beside him, his voice imposing without anger: "Director Guan, what exactly happened? Why did the collapse occur?" This posture clearly indicated that he was about to interrogate him.

Guan Cong glanced nervously at Tan Huasheng and began to explain: "This morning, we received a report that the main water pipe under the Jiulong Bridge had burst. After consulting with Director Tan, we sent Dajun and his men to repair it. Then... the collapse happened."

Director Song raised his voice, his tone threatening: "The main water pipe burst! Were there any risk assessments before the emergency repairs? Was a safety assessment conducted before excavation? Were safety supports in place before going down into the water? I don't think so! How can you be a station chief like this?"

Guan Cong was stunned, his face turning deathly pale, and he stammered, "No... because Director Tan said the water supply must be restored today, so..."

"I never told you to operate illegally." Tan Huasheng immediately distanced himself, speaking with righteous indignation: "Didn't I repeatedly emphasize that you must operate legally, compliantly, and safely? My office phone is being recorded."

Wow, sometimes, not knowing how to say no is what leads to this result.

When nothing goes wrong, you can do whatever you want. But when something goes wrong, don't expect your boss to take the blame for you.

"Yes...no...this..." Guan Cong was struck dumb, collapsing to the ground completely, his face ashen.