The climate in Jurentang has naturally become much colder after the first snow fell in early winter. The lawns are white, the roofs are white, and a heavy fog at dawn has wiped out the trees high and low.

Covered with a layer of white gauze; the wind blowing from the north whistles through the cracks in the window. It seems to have become much quieter in the past few weeks.

The President is ill. Although this is barely a secret, it is a well-known thing in Beijing. Since July, the President's health has been getting worse day by day. At first, although Yuan Shikai was ill, although

Although he was taking traditional Chinese medicine, he still worked in the prime minister's building and received guests. It was not until September, when his condition worsened, that he no longer went downstairs. However, he still got out of bed and sat down to read official documents in the upstairs bedroom.

From time to time, I would still have some important appointments. This situation lasted until October, and my condition worsened further. I couldn't get out of bed, and I no longer worked.

From that day on, the affairs of the Presidential Palace were handled by the Secretary-General of the Presidential Palace. In the past few days, when he was the most seriously ill, it was only for these two days.

Yuan Shikai, who had been suffering from illness for the past few days, couldn't sleep a wink last night. He didn't want to think about anything anymore, but there were so many things accumulated in his mind that he couldn't get rid of them. What on earth was he thinking about?

He himself doesn't know, because he has never thought about anything successfully.

Just yesterday, the third daughter-in-law secretly cut off a piece of meat from her buttocks, boiled it into a small bowl of soup, and gave it to him to drink. But Yuan Shikai alertly realized something, pushed away the bowl of soup, and kept saying:

"Don't drink, don't drink!"

The Yuan family has a tradition of cutting flesh to treat illnesses. For generations, members of the family have come forward to cut flesh to treat illnesses of their relatives. Among Yuan Shikai's uncles, his great-uncle Yuan Dengsan once cut his mother's legs to treat illnesses; among his father's generation, his biological father Yuan Baozhong was ill, and his biological mother

Mrs. Liu used to cut her flesh to treat ailments; Mrs. Liu, the concubine of the fourth uncle Yuan Baoling, and Mrs. Bai, the wife of the tenth uncle Yuan Baoyi, both had their husbands' legs cut to treat ailments; his second sister, Yuan Rang, who had been a widow all his life, cut his legs to cure his mother's illness.

To treat Niu's disease, I once cut off a section of my finger and put it into Chinese medicine to make soup.

Although it was his daughter-in-law's filial piety, Yuan Shikai was not willing to drink the broth. Perhaps because of this, he could not sleep all night. He had too many things to consider.

At dawn, the wind tightened; the wind covered snow particles, making the doors and windows "noisy". But Yuan Shikai, who was lying on the bed, was even more confused. What was he thinking about? I'm afraid only Yuan Shikai himself knew this, maybe it was

After lying on the bed for too long, enduring the severe pain in his crotch and abdomen, Yuan Shikai forced himself to stand up. Then he gently opened the door and walked to the corridor, wanting to get some air and relieve his chest tightness. However,

, when he just stretched out his head, the howling north wind was like a knife stabbing his forehead. He suddenly shuddered and his head felt dizzy.

"President!"

The attendant at the door quickly went over to help Yuan Shikai, helped him into the room and closed the door. In just a few dozen seconds, Yuan Keding and Yuan Kewen got the news from the attendant.

During the last few days, they had been arguing about Yuan Shikai's condition and treatment plan. His eldest son, Yuan Keding, advocated using Western medicine to treat the disease through surgery. His second son, Yuan Kewen, strongly opposed the use of Western medicine.

, advocated the use of traditional Chinese medicine, and Yuan Shikai never believed in Western medicine, so the two sides were at loggerheads.

But now, he learned from his attendants that his father's condition was getting worse and he was supposed to go to Tianjin. Yuan Keding, who was accompanying the army on the expedition, looked at his second brother, stood up suddenly, looked at Yuan Kewen and said.

"That's it, call for Western medicine!"

As the eldest son, Yuan Keding showed a bit of the power of an elder brother when he was angry. He looked at his brother. Yuan Keding said in a low voice.

"Then, at least hire a Chinese medicine doctor!"

Originally, another reason why the two were quarreling was because Yuan Shikai asked for confidentiality and his physical condition was kept secret. He was afraid of causing any trouble due to his body. Naturally, Yuan Shikai did not want to hire a doctor from outside the presidential palace.

, but now Yuan Keding can't care about so much. The most important thing now is his father's body.

"Just leave it like that!"

Nodding his head, Yuan Keding had no objection, so what else could he object to?

A few hours later, French doctor Boucher and Chinese medicine doctor Xiao Longyou were invited to the presidential palace to treat Yuan Shikai and diagnosed him with uremia. At this time, due to the delay in treatment, Yuan Shikai's uremia gradually spread throughout his body.

All Chinese medicine practitioners are at their wits' end.

Bu Xier, the French doctor invited by Yuan Keding, after giving Yuan Shikai some diagnosis and treatment, walked out of the president's bedroom and looked at Yuan Keding who came up to him and shook his head gently. This shake of his head only made Yuan Keding

His face turned pale, and he suddenly felt dizzy.

"Dr. Bushil, how...how are you doing!"

The pale-faced Yuan Keding's words were full of fear. If his father dies, then he...

Looking at the eldest young man, Dr. Busher thought for a moment and then said.

"Now, the president's condition has reached a point where there is no way to treat him here and he needs to be hospitalized for surgery!"

Go to the hospital for surgery?

Bu Xier's words only made Yuan Keding stunned. Go to the hospital. Is it possible for dad to go to the hospital?

"I won't go, I can't go..."

Shaking his head, Yuan Shikai's tone seemed very certain.

"Dad, but your body..."

"If you don't go, you won't be able to go even if you die here..."

Can't go!

Yuan Shikai, who refused to go to the hospital despite his son's persuasion, knew very well that once he arrived at the hospital, his condition would be publicized. Now there are countless people in the capital waiting for him to die.

, wait for him... Be sure not to cause any trouble at this time.

What's more... the Army General Hospital is Li Zhiyuan's territory, and the major hospitals in the capital are not all Li Zhiyuan's territory. Once there, it's like falling into a trap!

"Keding, you, tell Secretary Liang, let him inform Li Zhiyuan, now, go to Tianjin now, far away, the expeditionary force is time to go out! Let him go tomorrow, tomorrow afternoon at the latest...

"

After thinking for a while, Yuan Shikai made a decision.

"father……"

Yuan Keding didn't understand why his father was still thinking about Li Zhiyuan when he was seriously ill. What was he going to do? But for Yuan Keding, he didn't have time to think about it so much. Now, there is nothing more important than him.

Dad's condition is more important.

Half an hour later, Liang Shiyi came to the second floor of Jurentang. Although he was a little dissatisfied with Yuan Shikai, he also had a deep feeling of knowing him. At this time, when the president was seriously ill, every day,

Only he, the secretary-general, can enter the president's bedroom.

After learning about the president's condition, Liang Shiyi felt heavy. As soon as he entered the room, Yuan Shikai asked eagerly.

"It was spread? Did he agree?"

"Um!"

Standing beside the bed, Liang Shiyi said to the one lying on the bed:

"The President doesn't have to worry about this. Thinking about it, Li Zhiyuan will also understand the President's painstaking efforts!"

After a lot of painstaking efforts, Liang Shiyi was slightly surprised when he was informed of the President's order. But now, after learning about the President's condition, he understood the President's painstaking efforts.

Liang Shiyi's answer made Yuan Shikai reveal a sad smile:

"Now, in this capital, there are countless people waiting for me to die, but you can't even tell!"

After hearing what the president said, Liang Shiyi quickly said:

"President, it is obvious to all that you have served the country loyally over the years. Those people are just..."

Although he was so comforting to the president, Liang Shiyi was relatively clear about domestic and international political situations. He could see more clearly than others, even more clearly than the president in front of him:

"They are just ambitious people. They don't know anything about state affairs, and some of them are just selfish. There are people like the president who are public and selfless."

If it were normal, maybe Liang Shiyi would not say this, but now he knows that in the end, the president finally did something public and selfless. Let Li Zhiyuan go to Tianjin at this time, which can save a lot of trouble.

.Although, it is still inevitable that there are still some selfish motives. Perhaps it is beyond his expectation to achieve this.

After listening to Liang Shiyi's words, Yuan Shikai shook his head weakly and interjected in a weak voice:

"Yansun, actually, in this matter, I was more selfish than anyone else. It's fine now. I guess I can't stand on this stage. There is only one stage. If they want to go on stage, you have to step down. What's wrong?

It’s wrong, it’s wrong even if it’s not wrong. This Chinese drama may still be beating the gong!”

After saying that, he closed his eyes, his face looking gaunt and gloomy.

"stage",

The metaphor of the president only shocked Liang Shiyi. It seems that after this illness, the president is indeed very different.

Seeing his father's appearance, Yuan Keding felt a sense of fear in his heart. He forced himself to comfort himself and said:

"Dad, this China thing can't be solved without you. If they want to sing on this stage, they have to have that intention, right? Dad, you go to the hospital for surgery, there is no need to argue with them now, wait until your body recovers...

"

With a slight sigh in his heart, Yuan Shikai opened his eyes and said to his son:

"Keding, you don't understand, what if..."

If I can live another ten years, no, even five years, this country will probably become stronger, and those individuals will be able to take care of themselves. Even if the position of president cannot be left to Keding, at least I can

Leave a stable national situation, no matter who is the president, this country will never decline, but now...

"Okay, you can quit!"

Worried in his heart, Yuan Shikai signaled Yuan Keding to leave. At this time, Yuan Shikai seemed to have realized the seriousness of his condition. He stopped talking for a while, and then ordered Liang Shiyi:

"Li Zhiyuan, let him..."

Originally, he wanted to meet Li Zicheng before he left, but when the words came to his lips, Yuan Shikai swallowed them back, and then said to Liang Shiyi.

"Thanks to everyone's support over the years, Xiangcheng is what it is today. I don't know how many old friends I'm afraid I won't be able to meet again in this life."

"President, don't think too much. Your illness will get better soon. Take good care of your health. Only then will you have the energy to talk when old friends meet!"
To be continued...