In the hospital corridor, the attending physician explained Commerce Minister Morrison's condition to He Rui. He Rui didn't understand medicine itself, but after listening, he asked, "Director, according to what you said, the hospital has exhausted all currently available medical means, right?"

The director was stunned. This was a statement he had never heard before. The patient's family and colleagues always demanded doctors save the person, and then they would get angry as if the doctors put the patient to death. So after hesitating for a moment, the director said carefully, "We have done our best."

He Rui patted the attending physician on the shoulder. "Thank you for your work. Next, let us send Minister Mo on his last journey."

The attending physician was stunned. As a doctor, he had never seen anyone accept death so frankly. So much so that the attending physician even suspected whether He Rui was speaking out of anger. But He Rui walked straight to Morrison's ward without turning his head or saying anything more, which made the attending physician unsure how to judge He Rui's attitude.

The upper half of the ward walls were white, and the lower half was painted green. Morrison, lying on the white hospital bed, looked scary pale. When He Rui walked to Morrison's side, a British priest opposite had just finished the ritual. Morrison turned his head slightly, looked at He Rui, and tried his best to squeeze out a smile.

He Rui sighed in his heart and stepped forward to hold Morrison's hand. "Minister Mo, get well soon. I still want to go horse riding and herding sheep with you on an Australian farm."

Morrison really smiled, and a trace of color appeared on his face. "Chairman, I also hope to go. However, let me state my decision first. I want to be buried in China."

He Rui hadn't expected Morrison to make such a decision in the end. Seeing Morrison staring at him, he nodded immediately, "I will arrange it."

Morrison finally felt relieved. He asked others in the room to leave, leaving only He Rui in the room. The door of the ward was open, and everyone else was outside, looking into the room through the door. They saw He Rui sitting beside Morrison, bowing his head and listening to what Morrison was saying. A moment later, He Rui raised his hand to wipe his eyes; he was actually crying.

Seeing this, Morrison's family outside couldn't help sobbing quietly. The British Ambassador to China had mixed feelings, while the bishop specially sent by Britain from the homeland began to cross himself.

At this time, He Rui patted Morrison's arm lightly. "Old Mo, don't talk about work anymore. After so many years, you should let these go."

Morrison had just tried his best to entrust his work to He Rui. Hearing He Rui's words, he gasped for a moment before saying, "Chairman, before meeting you, you knew very well what kind of person I was."

"I know; at that time, you were a political broker," He Rui answered frankly.

Morrison nodded with difficulty. "I was born in Australia. Although I got a doctorate, I could never become the upper class I yearned for. Chairman, choosing to serve you was the most correct decision of my life. However, I want to do as much as possible to make up for the wasted time in the past."

He Rui understood Morrison's feelings very well. An Anglo-Saxon born locally in Australia, who finally became a minister of this great country China through opportunity and choice, and obtained a British noble title, how could he be willing to be mediocre?

Thinking of this, He Rui felt a burst of sympathy welling up and said seriously, "Old Mo, believe me. You made the correct choice. In this surging era, you will definitely not be a nobody. Those British upper-class people of your time will not leave their names in history books, but your name will definitely appear in history books. Moreover, those history books will definitely not be written at our instruction, but history books written by future historians truly worthy of respect to record this era."

Listening to He Rui's description, Morrison's eyes lit up. When He Rui won the war between the Northeast Government and Japan, Morrison was sure he would leave his name in history. That was why he especially hoped that he was not just an 'embellishment', but a truly capable politician.

Morrison felt his heart begin to beat faster, and strength emerged again, even speaking became less effortless. "Chairman. I can now be sure that Stalin's industrial construction was originally intended to catch up with the world's advanced level at any cost, so Stalin completely accepted the trade model suggestion we proposed. Because this model allows the Soviet Union to pay a much smaller price than originally to achieve the goal the Soviet Union expects."

"Old Mo..." He Rui wanted to persuade Morrison not to talk about these things anymore. The Central Committee of the Civility Party, the central government, and the Ministry of Commerce had all confirmed these through Morrison's work. But He Rui felt he couldn't stop Morrison's last heartfelt words. This 65-year-old Doctor of Medicine from the University of Edinburgh had never had the opportunity to display his talents in the previous 53 years. After 12 years of hard work, he hoped every minute and second of his life could have value.

He Rui turned around, waved to Morrison's family, then turned back and listened seriously to Morrison's last words.

Morrison's wife, daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughter walked into the ward, surrounding Morrison somewhat at a loss. Because Morrison didn't intend to talk to them but was concentrating on speaking to He Rui.

Morrison had already explained his funeral arrangements. At this time, he revealed all the conclusions and guesses in his heart, "Stalin is a very excellent ruler. Judging from the fact that he personally took charge of Sino-Soviet trade from the very beginning, Stalin has quite high strategic vision. At that time, the only foreign trade the Soviet Union could really count on was trade between the Soviet Union and China. Seven years have passed, and China is still the only foreign trade partner the Soviet Union can rely on.

Chairman, I once probed the Soviet side, asking if they realized that in Sino-Soviet trade, China... China actually bore the financial risk in trade. Although the Soviet... personnel understood what I was saying, they didn't really care... This is something I care about very much. The Soviet... economic model... is not a model that can... last long..."

Morrison's voice became smaller and smaller, and also began to be intermittent. Morrison's eyes also lost their luster. As they began to close slightly, his voice also stopped.

Morrison's daughter carefully pushed Morrison's shoulder. Seeing no reaction from Morrison, she immediately ran out the door and shouted, "Doctor! Doctor!"

The doctor walked quickly into the ward. After examining Morrison, he found that Morrison had no pulse. After a brief resuscitation attempt, the doctor said to Morrison's family and He Rui in a calm and low voice, "Minister Mo has passed away. Please restrain your grief."

He Rui sighed, reached out to close Morrison's slightly closed eyes completely. He said to the bereaved family crying on Morrison's body, "Please restrain your grief," and left the ward.

Walking in the hospital corridor, hearing the crying of the bereaved family from behind, He Rui didn't think there was anything sad about Morrison's life. When a person finally gets what he expected in his life and has fought for it, then this person's life has no regrets.

Thinking of himself, He Rui became more certain of his thoughts. If he died at this time, he would only regret that he still had many ideas he hadn't been able to promote, but the minimum goal of saving China had been achieved. Since he was not dead yet, he would just continue to do what he had to do next.

Walking out of the hospital building, He Rui had a thought for a moment: would anyone think he was too cold and didn't show more affinity? But in a moment, He Rui determined that he was worrying unnecessarily. The impression Morrison, who just passed away, left to posterity was definitely not the 53 years of frustration, but the achievements of the last 12 years. People expect what He Rui can accomplish, not whether He Rui makes people feel comfortable. Just as he thought of this, the car stopped in front of He Rui, ready to send He Rui to where he wanted to go at any time. He Rui got into the car and said to the driver, "To the State Council."

The driver and secretary didn't ask about He Rui's mood at this time at all, but immediately executed He Rui's order. Before long, the car entered the underground parking lot of the State Council building. The guards executed according to the process naturally, and no one mentioned anything just now.

In Wu Youping's office, Wu Youping sighed, "Minister Mo passed away... I immediately asked Li Chenggang to take over as Minister of Commerce."

He Rui's mood had completely recovered, so he said, "How are our trade agreements with major countries progressing now? As soon as the Soviet Union, France, Britain, Italy, and Germany are all discussed, I will visit Europe."

Wu Youping showed joy on his face. "Basically, it's about done. The biggest technical problem at this stage is the currency problem. The Chairman said before that we want to break away from the gold standard; I think the timing is very good."

"Don't confuse cause and effect," He Rui corrected Wu Youping's impulse at the moment. "I didn't expect the US stance to be so flexible at that time. What I considered was reaching an agreement by the middle of '28. Now you think it's wonderful, but actually, it's different from what I originally envisaged."

Wu Youping didn't think there was any problem with this. "Since it's a year ahead of schedule, it's actually very good. Now France is not on the gold standard either. When talking with France, they said they might restore the gold standard next year. I think this can reduce a lot of trouble. Of course, since the Chairman predicts that the United States will have an economic crisis in '29, the situation will be more complicated."

Looking at Wu Youping's overthinking expression, He Rui couldn't help advising, "Youping, you must not think so much. Once the economic crisis breaks out in the United States, it means the old economic order will fall into total chaos. We want to be proactive, not passive, let alone hope that we can control the situation."

Wu Youping was stunned and couldn't help laughing awkwardly, "What the Chairman says is true. It's just that in recent years we have indeed been able to dominate various things related to us. I couldn't help but think like that."

He Rui laughed, "Hehe, there is one thing that really needs to be laid out in advance. In the next 10 years, a large number of foreign youths will come to China. China is very likely to become a source of world revolution. The State Council should make an expectation on the possibilities of these international students."

"How many people will there be?" Wu Youping asked immediately.

Seeing this State Council Premier asking from the execution perspective again, He Rui laughed, "You guess!"

Wu Youping immediately understood He Rui's meaning, shook his head, and criticized himself, "I know my thinking was wrong. I will arrange with the Ministry of Culture regarding the issue of recruiting foreign students."

Not preparing to recruit how many students, but formulating arrangements for recruiting students. He Rui felt Wu Youping's thinking was finally adjusted.