Outside Beijing's southern suburbs, at an unnamed cemetery, Lin knelt before a nameless tombstone. With an emotionless expression, he set the yellow paper in his hand alight and placed it in the brazier.,Frightened, his face pale as death, the old man, though injured, still held on tight. His eyes were resolute, determined to fight these thugs to the end.,"Grandfather Wang Do you mean the president of the Chinese Medical Association, Dr. Wang Lizhi"。