Chapter 879: Rural Absurd Past Events Chapter 879: Perhaps He Can Help Us

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

Zhang Zhongtian sat before Zhang Zhiqiang's hospital bed, his whole being seeming as if his soul had been sucked out, body slumped, gaze vacant.

He had experienced a great many things in this life, helped the villagers handle a great many messy affairs.

But now that this kind of thing had fallen on his own head, he truly did not know what to do.

Before, when Li Xiaohe passed away, he gave Li Xiaohe's parents 200,000.

Later he was diagnosed with cancer, and treatment cost over 100,000.

Now Zhang Zhiqiang is seriously injured, and medical expenses also start at over 100,000.

Not to mention he ran someone over and killed them, and still has to pay compensation to the victim's family!

Each and every one of these expenditures is a huge sum.

Even though he, Zhang Zhongtian, had painstakingly managed for decades and accumulated some family assets, they still cannot withstand this kind of tossing about!

Zhang Zhiqiang stayed in the ICU for three days; his life was barely snatched back, but this person is ruined for life — right leg amputated, left hand also severely disabled, and the subsequent rehabilitation treatment is even more endless and without a visible end.

These past few days the victim's family came to the hospital to make trouble every day; even with the police helping mediate, they still could not stop them from coming.

But this is also understandable; after all, their son died.

And it is said he was an only child.

The blow they suffered is ten times or even a hundred times greater than the blow Zhang Zhongtian suffered.

Zhang Zhongtian's son at least got his life back.

"Rest assured, the compensation that should be paid, I won't short you a single cent, but right now the most important thing is to treat my son well first!"

Facing the victim's family, Zhang Zhongtian spoke these words with a sincere attitude.

However the other party said:

"I don't want compensation, I only want a life for a life!"

Zhang Zhongtian was dumbstruck, his scalp tingling with numbness.

He knew a life for a life was impossible.

No matter how much the law favors the victim, it could not sentence his son to death; after all this is only a traffic accident, not intentional homicide.

But it could make his son suffer a prison sentence.

If his son really gets sentenced, then it won't be just his son who is ruined; it will implicate his grandson too!

Zhang Zhongtian was worn out physically and mentally by this matter; his health was originally not too good, he truly had no way to cope, so he could only seek help everywhere, hoping to pull connections to settle this.

Unfortunately, his connections were all limited to the town.

Before, when he was healthy, the town leaders would still give him a few shreds of face.

Now he is at death's door, and on top of that the Shanggou Village Committee Secretary position has already been taken by Wang Erhai, so when he goes to find those leaders, they either deliberately avoid him or just pay lip service with a few words, and won't truly go help him.

Reality is often this cruel.

So-called connections are this fragile, especially those maintained by interest relationships.

Zhang Zhongtian felt despair and helplessness toward this.

"Why don't we go discuss with Wang Erhai? Perhaps he can help us."

That evening, Yao Aina looked at Zhang Zhongtian sitting dazed in the living room and suddenly spoke this sentence.

Zhang Zhongtian shook his head with a bitter smile:

"He can't help us."

Yao Aina said:

"Isn't he running a company in the county town? He has connections in the county town; maybe he really can help us."

Zhang Zhongtian said:

"When I went to the county hospital, I passed by his company and found the gate tightly shut, a 'Shop for Transfer' notice pasted on it. The reason Wang Erhai returned to Shanggou Village to do masonry work is not because he wanted to come back and accumulate experience to start a construction company, but because his company went bankrupt; he had nowhere else to go, and this is also why he could look favorably on our Village Committee Secretary position — a mere sesame-seed-and-mung-bean petty post."

Hearing this, Yao Aina's mouth opened slightly, somewhat surprised:

"No way, wasn't he doing fine before? How did it go bankrupt?"

Zhang Zhongtian shook his head with a bitter smile:

"How would I know? One can only say life is unpredictable; just like outsiders would never imagine that our Zhang family would, within half a year, suffer three consecutive terribly unlucky events."

Yao Aina sighed.

Indeed, never mind outsiders; even she herself had not expected that this family would experience so many disasters in this half year.

But after sighing, she still said:

"We really have no way out; anyway, no matter what, we must go try — we can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. If you're embarrassed to go ask Wang Erhai for help, then I'll go ask him."

Finished speaking, Yao Aina turned around to leave.

Zhang Zhongtian did not stop her.

He just took out a cigarette, lit one for himself.

Ever since he was diagnosed with lung cancer, the doctor explicitly required him to quit smoking.

He had also always followed doctor's orders; this period of time, he had not smoked again.

But after his son met with such an accidental major event, he truly could not hold back.

If he didn't smoke a few puffs to numb his nerves and release the pressure, he might collapse or even go crazy at any moment.

"Don't smoke so much; watching over Jiajun, I'll go and be right back."

Yao Aina handed Zhang Jiajun over to Zhang Zhongtian, then went to the Wang Family.

Arriving at the Wang Family, she discovered Wang Erhai was not there.

She asked Li Xiulan, and only then learned that Wang Erhai was working at the Village Committee Office.

So she hurriedly changed course and went to the Village Committee Office.

"Erhai, I have something I need to talk to you about."

Yao Aina pushed open the door of the Village Committee Office.

At this time Wang Erhai was processing a low-income household's application for a free bus card; he looked up, saw Yao Aina enter, and hurriedly asked:

"Auntie Aina, what is it?"

Yao Aina then said:

"Zhiqiang rode a motorcycle and killed someone; you know about this matter too. Now the other party's family members refuse a private settlement, insisting on sending Zhiqiang to prison. Can you use your connections to help plead for leniency? We are willing to pay compensation; the only requirement is not to send Zhiqiang to prison. He is already disabled; if he goes to prison, how will he survive?"

As Yao Aina spoke, she couldn't help but shed tears.

Wang Erhai hurried over to comfort her:

"Auntie Aina, please don't cry first. I do know some people in the county town; if I can help, I certainly will. But the premise is, I need to know the whole process of the matter."

Wang Erhai only half-understood Zhang Zhiqiang's situation; to help, he had to know the detailed process before he could go help.

Actually, he already had a doubt in his heart:

He heard Zhang Zhiqiang killed someone while riding a motorcycle in the county town; where did his motorcycle come from?

He remembered the Zhang Family had not bought a motorcycle.

Yao Aina then said:

"I'm not too clear on this matter either; anyway, it's just that Zhiqiang rode a motorcycle and killed someone."

Wang Erhai then said:

"How about I go to your place later and discuss with Uncle Grandpa Zhang."

Wang Erhai felt that the Zhang Family was a household in Shanggou Village; no matter what, as a Temporary Village Cadre, he had the responsibility to provide some help.

Even if Yao Aina hadn't come to find him, he had planned to finish the matters at hand and then take the initiative to ask about it.

Now Yao Aina had taken the initiative to come to his door; he certainly had no reason to refuse.