The Arm-broken Days 2

The Arm-broken Days

Chapter Two

I don’t have much confidence of the goodness of my fellow Chinese. Indeed in a country where deception is everywhere and good will is often abused, you cannot rely upon someone like the Good Samarian. When my arms was grasped and my body was erected, I felt a little puzzled.

Two men, I remember clearly, kept asking me questions.

“Do you want a ambulance? “ they asked.“Yes, please.” I answered while trying to clean the blood in my eyes.

“Ambulance will charge you 200 yuan. Do you have enough money?” they kept asking.“Yes, I know and I have money.”

I heard they called the emergency call 120. “Hello,, we have a situation. A man hit himself on the ground and hurt badly. Would you please send an ambulance to Duanqiao?” Duanqiao, literally means a broken bridge.

At least ten minutes passed, the ambulance had not come. One man suggested that he would help me to park my bike on the parking site of a famous café nearby. I gladly agreed to this brilliant idea. Although I was still half unconscious, I understand well that this solution is the best. The café opens 24 hours per day. Parking outside it is safe enough.

The expensive ambulance hadn’t come. We got impatient. Finally, someone of us suggested to take a taxi to the hospital directly. My two patrons called 120 again to cancel the order which is a necessary step in this situation, otherwise, they will charge the caller according to the mobile phone number recorded in their system.

Obviously my head is covered with blood. I didn’t know why the taxi driver would like take me to the hospital and I couldn’t remember if I had paid him or not. The next scene in my memory is that I called one of my intimate friend Xiaodao to go to the hospital. You should have several buddies in a big city who will take care of you at any time when you suddenly becomes invulnerable.

If you don’t have a helping hand, to walk into the emergency clinic would be a disaster at night. Countless paper work and billing work will drive you walk continuously from one unit to another. Even a healthy person will exhaust. When Xiaodao came, I felt fully relaxed. He did all the painful procedures for me. What I had to do is resting on the bench, lying down on the operation bed, and stretching my arm under the X-ray.

The situation was more critical than I thought. Not only my forehead was hurt so badly that needed a sewing operation, but also my upper arm was broken, which meant I became a handicap man.

Xiaodao was so kind that he courted me back to my flat. He said:” I will accompany you all the night. I have the permission of my fiancé.”

I said, “No, you have done enough. Please go back and don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

In the midnight, I woke up and felt painful on my right arm. I knew that hard times had started in my life.