mtlumby2d Chapter 532: Huang Guangtai's death
Chapter 532: Huang Guangtai's death
As more and more generals in the Southern Government's army chose to surrender, the entire Southern Government's political institutions were also in turmoil. Except for some of Huang Guangtai's diehard fans, most of the senior officials had established connections with China and prepared generous bargaining chips, ready to formally surrender at any time. The Southern Government was in turmoil and in danger.
At this time, the South’s President Huang Guangtai also came to the end of his life.
At the Central Hospital of Wanbei City, the life of Huang Guangtai, the president of the South, is gradually extinguished. He lies quietly on the hospital bed, his once majestic body now thin and frail, as if ruthlessly eroded by time and illness. His face is as pale as paper, lifeless, his eye sockets are sunken, and his eyes have long lost their former brilliance.
Huang Guangtai's breathing was weak and short, and every breath seemed to exhaust all his strength. His chest rose and fell slightly, and every breath was indescribably difficult. His fingers were slender and dry, as lifeless as dead branches, and his fingertips trembled slightly, as if telling of his unwillingness and helplessness.
There was a heavy and oppressive atmosphere around the bed, and the air seemed to be filled with the breath of death. Medical staff came in and out, but their faces looked solemn and heavy, and no one could change the tragedy that was about to happen.
The sunlight outside the window shines into the ward through the gaps in the curtains, but in this dim space, it seems to have lost its former warmth and vitality. Every corner of the ward is filled with the breath of death, making people feel extremely depressed and heavy.
Huang Guangtai's life was swaying like a candle in the wind. Song Yuanqing stood quietly beside the bed, clenching her hands, tears welling up in her eyes. She stared through the thin oxygen mask at Huang Guangtai's pale and thin face, her heart filled with endless grief and reluctance.
"Guangtai, are you...are you feeling better?" Song Yuanqing asked softly, trying hard to suppress his sobs.
Huang Guangtai slowly opened his eyes. The eyes that were once full of wisdom and determination now looked so empty and powerless. He tried hard to force a smile and shook his head slightly.
"Yuanqing, I... I know I can't make it." Huang Guangtai's voice was weak and trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of his heart. "You must leave Liuwan as soon as possible and live well with the children."
Song Yuanqing couldn't stop her tears from flowing down after hearing this. She reached out her hand tremblingly and gently held Huang Guangtai's cold hand.
"Guangtai, don't say that. We will get through this difficult time together." Song Yuanqing said with a sob.
Song Yuanqing, a gentle woman known as the First Lady of the South, was so grief-stricken at the moment. She could not accept that her husband, who was once so glorious and high-spirited, had come to the end of his life.
Huang Guangtai shook his head gently, and a hint of firmness and determination flashed in his eyes.
"Yuanqing, listen to me. I don't have much time left. I hope you can take Changfeng and Changlin to the United States. There are people I have arranged to take care of you. You must get out of this vortex and live a good life."
After hearing this, Song Yuanqing burst into tears and hugged Huang Guangtai's hand tightly, as if she wanted to pass on her strength to him.
"Guangtai, I won't leave. I will stay with you until the end." Song Yuanqing said in tears.
Huang Guangtai sighed slightly and continued in a weak voice: "Yuanqing, you must listen to me. The children are still young and they need your care. You have to persevere, for the children and for me."
At this time, Huang Changfeng and Huang Changlin also walked into the ward. Seeing their mother crying, they felt grief in their hearts. Huang Changfeng walked to the bedside, knelt down, and held his father's hand.
"Dad, you must hold on, we will be with you." Huang Changfeng said with a sob.
Huang Guangtai looked at his two sons, a glimmer of relief flashed in his eyes. He nodded slightly, then turned to Huang Changlin.
"Changlin, you are the eldest son in the family. You must take good care of your mother and younger brother. Remember, you must shoulder the responsibilities on your shoulders." Huang Guangtai instructed.
Huang Changlin nodded silently, tears welling up in his eyes. He knew his father was making arrangements for his funeral, and he felt grief in his heart.
Finally, Huang Guangtai turned his attention to Chang Tai.
"Atai, if things are impossible, just surrender. You have paid too much for the Southern Government, it's time to think about yourself." Huang Guangtai said calmly.
"President, I am useless. I failed your expectations. I failed to protect your foundation..." Chang Tai's voice echoed in the ward, with deep remorse and grief. He stood by Huang Guangtai's bed, his eyes red, tears welling up in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.
Huang Guangtai shook his head gently, with a look of comfort and tolerance in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and wanted to pat Chang Tai's shoulder, but the hand hung weakly in the air.
"Don't... don't say that, Changtai." Huang Guangtai's voice was weak, but full of determination and calmness. "Perhaps the ending was doomed from the moment we left the inland. I, Huang Guangtai, have experienced both downfall and glory in my life. I am worthy of the South Country and those predecessors who handed the South Country government to me! It's worth it!"
Huang Guangtai's words made Chang Tai feel even more guilty. He lowered his head and couldn't help crying. He knew that Huang Guangtai, as the president of a country, was under tremendous pressure and responsibility, but he himself failed to fulfill his due duties.
Huang Guangtai seemed to see what Chang Tai was thinking. He sighed softly and continued, "Atai, you must ensure the safety of Madam and the others. Find a way to send them to the United States, and do it quickly!"
Chang Tai raised his head and looked at Huang Guangtai's determined eyes. He knew that this was Huang Guangtai's last request. He took a deep breath and nodded solemnly.
The ward fell into silence, with only Huang Guangtai's weak breathing and Chang Tai's gentle sobbing intertwined. At this moment, they all expressed their respect and reluctance to Huang Guangtai in their own way, and were also making final preparations for the upcoming separation.
Twenty minutes later, the atmosphere in the ward suddenly became heavy and depressing. Huang Guangtai's life was finally extinguished, his breathing gradually stopped, and his hands fell weakly.
A burst of crying rang out in the ward, like the thunder before a storm, tearing at everyone's hearts.
Song Yuanqing almost fainted. She knelt beside the bed and held Huang Guangtai's cold hands tightly, as if she wanted to wake him up with her body temperature. Her tears were like beads that had broken off the string, rolling down non-stop, soaking the sheets and soaking her heart.
Huang Changlin knelt on the ground, his fists clenched tightly with veins bulging, and his eyes flashed with hatred.
In his opinion, it was because of Su Zhengyang's sudden emergence and rise that the Southern Government and his father fell step by step to this point. He was filled with anger and resentment, as if he wanted to vent this anger to the whole world.
Huang Changfeng stood aside, crying silently. He was more mature and stable than his brother, and knew that grieving at this moment would be useless and that the follow-up matters should be dealt with as soon as possible.
His heart was also filled with grief and reluctance. After all, this was their beloved father and their spiritual pillar.
Chang Tai stood aside, tears in his eyes. He silently guarded Huang Guangtai's body, as if he was fulfilling his last duty. He knew that he had to arrange everything for Huang Guangtai's family.
The crying and grief in the ward seemed to infect the entire hospital, and even the air was filled with a heavy atmosphere.
As time went by, Song Yuanqing and Huang Changlin gradually calmed down. They knew that the most important thing at this time was to arrange Huang Guangtai's funeral and let him rest in peace. Huang Changfeng began to deal with various trivial matters and prepare for his father's funeral.
Huang Guangtai's death shocked the entire Southern government.
His death not only means the end of an era, but also means uncertainty about the future of the Southern Government.