Chapter 25 Part Seven AD 4000000000

Following Diane was Ian, and two dozen of his cousins.I don't know the other twenty or so people, and they all want to go to the New World.After Jarrah had brought them in, he closed the corrugated iron gate and closed the warehouse.The warehouse suddenly darkened.Diane put one arm around me, and I helped her to a cleaner spot that happened to have a halogen light on a high roof.Ibina spread out an empty sack and laid Diane on it. Ina says: That noise. Diane closed her eyes as she lay flat.She was awake, but clearly exhausted.I unbuttoned her blouse and began to gently peel the dress away from the wound.

I said: my medicine chest By the way, I almost forgot.Ina told Ian to go upstairs to the warehouse and get two bags, mine and hers. that noise The blood from her wound had clotted and stuck to her clothes.She twitched a bit as I started to undress her.Before I can see how big her wound is, I don't want to help her with medicine.Where is the noise coming from? Ina said: That's the problem.At this time of the morning, there should be a lot of noise on the pier, but now it is very quiet, there is no sound at all. I look up.She was right, there was no sound at all, only the nervous whispering of those Minangkabau people, and the sound of thumping in the distance, which sounded like rain hitting the high iron roof.

But now is not the time to worry about that.I said: Go ask Jara and see what's going on. Then I turned back to look at Diane. ☆ Diane said: It's just a flesh wound.She took a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly to endure the pain.It felt like a flesh wound. It looked like a gunshot wound. right.I was originally staying in the shelter arranged by Padang Jala, but Li Huo Moxi and his gang came to my door.Luckily we were leaving.Ouch! She was right, the wound was only a flesh wound, but still needed a few stitches.The bullet penetrated the layer of subcutaneous fat above the hip bone.But the force of the bullet's impact caused her wound to swell badly.I was concerned that she still had bruises inside the wound and that the impact of the bullet might have damaged her internal organs.However, she said, she did not have hematuria and, in this case, her blood pressure and pulse were normal.

I'm going to give you anesthesia, I have to sew the wound up. You can sew if necessary, but I don't take medicine.We need to get out of here quickly. Do you want me to sew for you without anesthesia first? Or local anesthesia. This isn't a hospital, and I don't have a local anesthetic. Tyler, then you just sew, I can't help it. Yes, she can bear it, but can I?I look at my hands.My hands were clean, there was water from the tap in the warehouse bathroom, and Ina put the latex gloves on for me before I helped Diane sew them up.I handled it cleanly and with skill, but nervously.

I never hold back when I treat patients.Even when I was in medical school, even during autopsies, I was always able to put away my compassion and not let myself feel that other people's pain was my own pain.I'd be so engrossed in the torn artery that I'd pretend I didn't see the living patient.I could pretend, and for those crucial few minutes, I would completely forget about the patient. However, now my hands are shaking.Moreover, at the thought of piercing the bloody flesh with a needle, I suddenly felt very rough and cruel, and couldn't calm down. Diane put her hands on my wrists to stop my trembling.Everyone in the fourth year will be like this.she says.

What? You think you got the bullet, not me, don't you? I nodded, startled. It's the same with fourth-year people.I think we have probably become kinder people.However, you are still a doctor after all, you have to overcome. I said: If I can't help it, I will give it to Ina. But for some reason, I think I can.I did it. Ina and Jara came back after talking.She said: There will be labor demonstrations today.The cops and the Blazers are at the gate, and they're going to take control of the port.Conflict is bound to erupt between the two sides.She looks at Diane.How are you, dear?

I have good doctors taking care of me.Diane spoke in a low voice, a little hoarse. Ina watched as I helped Diane stitch up the wound.There is a set.She complimented me. I said: thank you. In the current situation, it has done a good job.But listen to me, listen carefully.We must leave immediately, it is urgent.Now if it weren't for the labor demonstrations, we'd probably be in jail.Now we have to get on board right now, on the Cape Ghost, right now. Are the police here to catch us? It should not be you, not for you.Jakarta has reached some kind of agreement with the US government to ban all immigration business.They swept up the wharves everywhere with great fanfare, probably wanting to claim credit from the US consulate.Of course, this ban will not last long.There are too many officials, large and small, stepping in to get a piece of the pie. It is impossible to completely ban this kind of immigration business.However, in order to take into account the image, the police did not dare to openly wear uniforms and run onto the freighter to drag people out.

Diane said: But they came to Jarrah's shelter to catch me. Yes, since they know you and Dr. Dupre, of course they want to arrest and imprison you, which is a great feat.However, the crowd of policemen at the gate is not to arrest you.Ships are still leaving the port for sea one after another, but it may not last long.The trade union movement in Drupayu Port is very powerful, and they plan to fight the police. Jara yelled something at the door that I couldn't understand. Ina says: Now we really should go. Help me make a stretcher for Diane. Diane tried to sit up.I can go by myself.

Ina said: No.I believe Taylor's judgment on this matter is correct.You better not move. We stacked several long burlap sacks together to make something like a hammock.I grabbed one end and Ina called a heavy-set Minangkabau man over and grabbed the other end. go now!Jarrah yelled and waved us out into the rain. ☆ The rainy season has arrived.Is it the rainy season now?It's morning, but it looks like dusk.The clouds looked like sodden furballs drifting slowly over the gray sea of ​​Drupa Feather Harbor.Several huge tankers are parked in the port, and radar antennas stand on top of them.Thick clouds seemed to entangle the towering radar antenna and tower, and there was an unpleasant stench in the stuffy air.Several cars were waiting at the gate.Diane was still drenched from the rain when we carried her into the car.Jarrah arranged for an escort convoy for his immigrant group.There were three sedans in all, and a couple of hard-tired pickup trucks.

The Ghost of Cape Town is docked at the end of a high concrete jetty, about half a kilometer away from us.Looking in the other direction along the pier, there is a large row of warehouses, industrial warehouses, and the huge red and white oil storage tanks of the Avega Oil Company.A large group of dock workers gathered densely at the gate.Amid the crackling rain, I heard someone shouting through a loudspeaker.The next sound was a bit like a gunshot, and it didn't seem like it. Jara said: Get in the car.He urged me to get in the back seat quickly.Diane sat hunched inside, as if praying.hurry up.Jara yelled as she got into the driver's seat.

Through the misty vision of the torrential rain, I looked back at the crowd for the last time.Something about the size of a soccer ball was thrown over the heads of the crowd, trailing a swirling wisp of white smoke behind it.That was tear gas. The car suddenly jolted and started to drive forward. ☆ The car galloped along the long jetty.The police here aren't that stupid, it's the Xinraguo Moxi gang.These people are street gangsters they paid for in the slums of Jakarta, but they wear government uniforms. Uniforms and guns.Now several more tear gas were thrown out, and the smoke filled the air, mixed with the misty rain and fog.The masses on the fringes of the line began to crumble. Suddenly, a bang was heard from a distance, and a ball of fire rushed into the sky, several meters high. Jara glanced in the rearview mirror.my God!What an idiot!Someone must have shot at the barrel.pier Our car raced along the pier, sirens blaring across the water.Now the masses are really panicking.For the first time in my life, I saw such a scene with my own eyes. The police lined up and broke through the entrance gates and entered the port area.The policemen walking in front held heavy weapons in their hands and wore black gas masks on their heads. A fire truck drove up from the carport, its siren blaring its way toward the gate. We climbed up a series of slopes and finally stopped on a platform, which was exactly at the same height as the main deck of the Cape Ghost.The Cape Ghost is an old freighter with a white and dark orange hull and the flag of the ship of the nationality of expediency.A short gangway has been erected between the deck and the pier, and several Minangkabau people in front have hurriedly passed by. Jara jumped out of the car.I helped Diane out of the car and stood on the pier.There was no need for the sack stretcher, she was leaning against me.At this time, Jarrah was arguing in English with a person standing at the entrance of the gangway.Even if the man wasn't the captain or navigator, he should be of high rank. He was short and fat, with a Sikh turban tied on his head, his teeth were clenched, and his face was very gloomy. Jarrah said: "We talked about it a few months ago. but this weather whatever the weather But without the approval of the Port Authority That's right, except that the Port Authority is gone. See for yourself! Jalabi gesticulates and tries desperately to convince the other party.As he waved his finger at the fuel and oil tanks near the gate, one of the tanks suddenly exploded. I did not see.The detonation knocked me down to the concrete floor, a blast of hot air hitting the back of my neck.The sound of the explosion was astonishingly loud, but it seemed to come after a while.When I felt my body move, I rolled over on my back and there was a ringing in my ears.I thought to myself, it could be Avega's oil tank, or it could be something else, like benzene, kerosene, fuel oil, or even natural palm oil.Maybe the fire spread to the oil tank, or some stupid policeman opened fire indiscriminately.I turned to find Diane, and found her lying next to me, looking away from the door, not looking scared but confused.I thought to myself, I can't hear the rain anymore.But there is another sound that can be heard clearly, a more terrifying sound, the sound of wreckage falling to the ground, touch!Fragments of metal, some still burning.bump!Some of the debris fell onto the concrete pier and some onto the deck of the Cape Ghost. Jarrah yells: "Keep your head down!"His voice sounded muffled and muffled.Heads down, all heads down. I managed to crawl over and lay on top of Diane to protect her.Pieces of flaming iron fell around us like hailstones, or flew over the hull of the ship and splashed on the dark water for several seconds.Those few seconds seemed to last forever.At last it stopped, and there was only the torrential downpour of the rain, soft as the passing cymbals. Everyone struggled to stand up.Jarrah was pushing a large group of people up the gangway, glancing back at the flames as he pushed, with a look of terror in his eyes.Wait a minute and it will explode again!Come on board, all, hurry, hurry!He led the villagers through a group of crew members of the Cape Ghost who were busy fighting fires on deck and untying cables. Bursts of thick smoke rushed towards us, covering the devastation on the shore.I helped Diane onto the boat.Every time she took a step, her body would twitch, and the blood from the wound began to stain the gauze red.The two of us were the last to walk down the gangway.After we boarded the boat, the crew behind had already started to pull back the aluminum gangway, turning the winch with their hands, but their eyes were fixed on the pillar of fire on the shore. The engines of the Cape Ghost roared muffled below decks.As soon as Jara saw me, she came to help me hold Diane's other arm.Diane saw that it was Jara and asked him: Are we safe? The boat is not safe until it leaves the dock. Sirens and sirens blared across the grey-green sea, and every ship that moved was scrambling to get out to sea.Jarrah looked back at the pier, suddenly stiffened like an electric shock.He said: Your luggage! I would have put my luggage in the back of a pickup truck.They were two tattered hard-shell suitcases, stuffed with documents, medicines and CDs.Luggage is left unattended in the car. Jarrah said to the sailors on deck: Put the gangway back up. They blinked, wondering whether to listen to him or not.The first officer has gone to the bridge.Jarrah said something to them angrily, so hard that I couldn't understand.The sailors shrugged and turned the winch to put the telescopic gangway back on the pier. The sound of the boat's engine became more and more urgent. I sprinted across the gangway, the corrugated aluminum crunching under my feet.I grabbed the two suitcases and looked back.The pier connects to the far side of the shore, and I see a small group of the new Blazing guys in uniform, a dozen or so in all.They started running towards the Cape Town Ghost.Let go!Jarrah yelled, as if he was the captain.Let go, let go now, move faster! The gangway has begun to retract.I threw my luggage on board and hurried up the gangway by myself. As I climbed onto the deck, the boat began to move. Then, another oil tank at Avega Petroleum exploded, and the detonation knocked everyone out on the deck.