Chapter 417 Help
Chapter 417 Help
I don’t know if it was a coincidence or God’s cooperation, but when An Rushong got out of the car and walked towards the ambulance parking lot with Luo Minzhi, the rain seemed to be getting heavier. The raindrops hitting the forehead gave people a tingling feeling.
However, An Rushong ignored all this. He took big strides and walked towards the ambulance at a very fast pace. When he bypassed the cars stuck on the bridge and approached the ambulance, he found that there was a police car parked on the left lane of the ambulance. On the left side of the ambulance, in addition to two medical staff in purple first aid uniforms, there were two police officers, one male and one female, who were confronting the demonstrators.
The distance from where he parked his car to where the ambulance was was not very far, but even so, when An Rushong walked closer to the ambulance, his hair was still wet from the rain. His messy hair stuck to his forehead, and he looked a little disheveled.
"I've already said that the injured in the car really need medical treatment," a young man in a medical uniform was explaining to the protesters jammed on the road next to the ambulance, with obvious urgency and anxiety in his tone, "You are murdering the injured in the car, do you understand?"
The other medical staff was a middle-aged man. He stood aside with his hands behind his back, looking expressionlessly at the protesters holding umbrellas. It seemed that he had given up negotiations, just like the two helpless policemen next to him.
When An Rushong came closer, he did not move closer immediately. He stood on the edge of the crowd and listened to their discussions.
The matter is very simple. The demonstrators who blocked the Yongdong Bridge were organized to protest the South Korea-US beef import agreement. Because they felt that yesterday's demonstration did not achieve the expected purpose, in order to put further pressure on the Blue House, these demonstrators took more extreme actions today.
They organized more demonstrators and abandoned the plan to march to the Blue House to petition. Instead, they changed the location of the march to several bridges connecting the north and south banks of the Han River, thus directly cutting off traffic on both sides of the Han River in Seoul.
As a major bridge over the Han River, Yongdong Bridge is naturally an important target for demonstrators to block, and they have obviously done it. Now, the traffic on the entire Yongdong Bridge is blocked, which is the reason for the traffic jam.
As for this taxi, it had just picked up an injured person at a car accident scene and was preparing to send the person to Jiangnan Zhiren Hospital on Yanzhou Road. When passing Yongdong Bridge, it was blocked by the traffic jam caused by the demonstrators.
An Rushong looked at the guy standing opposite the young doctor from the outskirts of the crowd. He was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties. He was wearing a navy blue suit and had a white banner in front of him that read "Boycott the import of sick American cattle."
If nothing unexpected happened, this middle-aged man should be the leader of the protesters at Yongdong Bridge. Facing the young doctor's request, the middle-aged man said indifferently: "It's just a few fractures. It's not enough to lose your life."
As he spoke, he pointed toward the north end of the bridge and said, "Besides, your ambulance has only just driven onto the bridge. You can look back. The approach road from here to the lower bridge is only 30 meters away. I think you can drive the car back and send the patient to the hospital in Gwangjin District."
After saying this, he looked around again and added: "If you need anything, I can help you contact the hospital in Gwangjin District. Maybe they can arrange an ambulance to pick you up."
The middle-aged man's words seemed to make sense, but in fact they were complete nonsense. Yes, the distance from the ambulance to the bridge approach was only about 30 meters, but the problem was that the bridge approach was also on the viaduct, and if you wanted to get off the viaduct, you had to go around a long way, and that section of the road was not just 30 meters, but hundreds of meters.
The most important thing is that the traffic volume on Yongdong Bridge is very heavy. Just now, An Rushong's car came up and was stuck at the end of the approach road. Now it has been delayed for such a long time. It is estimated that the blocked traffic has reached the bottom of the ring road.
Considering that there would be more vehicles coming from behind, they didn't know where they would be stuck by the time the ambulance from Gwangjin District Hospital arrived.
Therefore, following the middle-aged man's words, the young doctor's face instantly turned extremely ugly. He wanted to say something, but was pulled back by the middle-aged doctor next to him. However, young people are always impulsive and hot-blooded. Although he was pulled back by the middle-aged doctor, the young doctor did not calm down. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and shouted: "Ah! Why can't you listen to me? You are hindering us from saving people, do you know that?!"
He pointed back at the ambulance and asked, "What would you do if the people in the car were your relatives?"
"Ah Xi! You little bastard, who are you saying 'ah' to! Don't you know that you have to use honorifics when talking to your elders?!" The middle-aged man also got angry. He stretched out his hand to grab the young doctor's collar, while shouting at him loudly.
"Hey, don't do it!" Seeing that both sides were about to fight, two policemen nearby hurried over to dissuade them.
"Hey! If you guys want to protest, why don't you go to the Blue House or the National Assembly?" At this moment, someone in the crowd shouted in dissatisfaction, "Why are you blocking the bridge? Are you going to prevent everyone from going home?"
"That's right, these guys are really too much!"
"Who said it wasn't true, these bastards!" As the first person protested, some people in the crowd began to loudly accuse these demonstrators.
Needless to say, these people must be the owners of the cars that were blocked. They may also oppose the new beef import agreement between South Korea and the United States, but the more realistic point is that the content of this agreement has not directly affected their interests so far, but the action of the demonstrators blocking the bridge has directly affected them. Therefore, at this moment, the demonstrators who opposed the South Korea-US beef import agreement stood on the opposite side of these onlookers.
The middle-aged man with the banner on his chest was obviously aware that his side might arouse public anger. In order to avoid such a situation, he raised his right hand amid the accusations of the crowd and shouted loudly: "Oppose the Korea-US beef import agreement!"
The protesters who were jammed on the road were just watching the excitement. Suddenly, they heard the middle-aged man's shout and subconsciously followed suit: "Oppose the Korea-US beef import agreement!"
"Boycott the import of sick American cattle into the Republic of Korea!" the middle-aged man shouted next.
"Boycott the import of sick American cattle into the Republic of Korea!" This time, the demonstrators shouted louder, more uniformly, and with more momentum.
The discussions and protests of the onlookers were instantly suppressed.
On the outskirts of the crowd, two news reporters, a man and a woman, had been attracted by the commotion here. They quickly came over and began to squeeze into the crowd.
An Rushong was waiting for this moment. He signaled to Luo Minzhi, who understood what he meant and quickly protected him as he squeezed into the crowd.
In the crowd, the young doctor still wanted to argue with the middle-aged man, but this time the middle-aged doctor next to him did not give him a chance. He was dragged aside and even the umbrella in his hand was thrown to the ground.
An Rusong saw the opportunity and walked over quickly, picking up the umbrella on the ground before the young doctor could. Then, while handing the umbrella to the young doctor, he asked loudly, "Excuse me, how is the injury of the person in the car? Is it serious?"
The young doctor took the umbrella and looked at An Rushong in surprise, but did not answer his question.
"What I mean is, if the patient's injuries are serious but can still be transferred to a helicopter, I might be able to help," because the noise around him was too loud, An Rushong had to get closer to the young doctor to speak.
The young doctor was stunned for a moment, then he turned his head to look at the middle-aged doctor beside him, and then looked up at the sky.
"The victim's left tibia and fibula were comminuted fractures, and the 6th, 7th, and 9th ribs on the left side were fractured," the middle-aged doctor was the first to react. He looked An Rusong up and down, and then quickly replied, "As for further details, we need to admit him to the hospital for a detailed examination."
After a pause, the middle-aged doctor continued, "The injured are in serious condition. It would be best if they could be sent to the hospital as soon as possible. As for a helicopter, it would be great if we could have one."
The middle-aged doctor spoke very loudly, but An Rushong didn't hear everything he said. But it didn't matter. He only needed to hear the last two sentences.
Nodding to the middle-aged doctor, An Rusong took out his mobile phone from his pocket, looked for a phone number in the address book, winked at Luo Minzhi, and said loudly: "Mingzhi, find a way to make these guys quiet down!"
Luo Minzhi nodded, looked to the side, then quickly walked to a Hyundai sedan parked on the side, opened the door, and pressed the horn on the steering wheel - the driver in the car had already run to the side to watch the excitement, and by the time he reacted, Luo Minzhi had already honked the horn.
"Beep, beep." As the shrill whistle sounded, the demonstrators who were shouting slogans instantly quieted down.
Taking advantage of this time, An Rushong pressed the dial button. When the call was connected, he said in a steady voice: "Brother, this is Rushong. I am currently at Yongdong Bridge and I need your help now."
(End of this chapter)