Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 315 - 156: The Central Cabinet Government Steps In

If they do not send additional troops for support, they can only watch helplessly as nearly 120 soldiers on the train drown alive.

Arriving near car No. 2, the inside of the carriage was lit by an orange-yellow lantern.

From the doorway, Gu Ji heard many cries of agony and moaning. He grabbed a female emergency doctor in a white coat with a red dot on her forehead and asked, "How is the situation?"

"Not optimistic; currently, 8 people have died on the train, 7 of whom suffocated to death during the overturn and stampede incident, and 1 died from excessive bleeding just now. Thirteen critically injured patients remain, and there are 64 with minor to moderate injuries. This carriage will soon be insufficient, and most importantly, medical resources on the train are very limited. We are running out of tourniquets and bandages, and several patients are on the brink of collapse, needing immediate blood transfusion treatment."

The female doctor with the red dot shook her head, sounding very anxious.

Gu Ji immediately dropped his backpack, taking out all the bandages, freeze-dried chitosan hemostatic dressings, and compression tourniquets inside, keeping only two sets of hemostatic bandages for himself. "Make a list of those critically injured needing blood transfusions, and I’ll have the soldiers find volunteers on the train to donate blood."

The female doctor with the red dot was stunned, looking at these medical supplies in shock as if turned into half a piece of wood.

The hemostatic dressings carried by Gu Ji alone accounted for nearly 20% of the entire train’s medical supplies. What surprised the emergency personnel even more was that his hemostasis skills were on par with professional medical staff, and he even performed more quickly than many people present.

Actually, Gu Ji focused on hemostasis when initially purchasing medical supplies, buying very few related antidiarrheal, anti-inflammatory, and antibiotic medications.

Whether in a disaster, accident, or injury caused by human attack, some condition of blood loss will occur.

The tactical emergency care principle he followed was "MARCH," which involves initial treatment of the injured following the order: Control massive hemorrhage, ensure airway, ensure breathing, circulation, and treat injury and hypothermia.

Among these, blood loss represents the most urgent threat to the patient’s life and is a condition that must be prioritized in this emergency care system. Taking the deadliest battlefield as an example, fatal bleeding accounts for about 85% of preventable combat injury deaths, being the leading cause of death in combat trauma.

So controlling massive hemorrhage is paramount.

After handing over all the medical supplies to the female doctor, Gu Ji helped treat the injuries while turning his head to shout loudly to the wounded in the carriage, "Please do your utmost to hang on. The state government has sent rescue boats, and I will prioritize sending the critically injured to the hospital for treatment, so do not give up hope for survival!"

"Thank you, honorable Mr. Vidi!"

"Cough cough... Mr. Vidi, you must be the Apostle sent by Shiva to save us. I must properly thank you for your generous help!"

Saying this, an Indian uncle with a head wound tried to kneel from his seat but was quickly stopped by a nearby healthcare worker.

The majority of the injured disaster victims here were from the lower caste, and for them, such attention was unprecedented.

Moreover, Gu Ji, who was acting as "Vidi," himself was also of a higher caste, which was equivalent to a noble or dignitary in ancient times taking pity on a commoner. Though somewhat exaggerated, this was one portrayal of reality in current Indian society, especially in remote areas.

Fatima observed all this and also recorded it with her-mobile-photo, posting it online.

"Plop, plop..."

Unknowingly, the train’s roof and the windows outside began to make cracking sounds like frying beans.

Gu Ji raised his head, pulled out a high-power flashlight, and shone it outside. Even through the window, the roar of the flood, drip-dripping rain, accompanied by the sound of wind, poured down, hitting the glass and cascading down like a waterfall.

Fatima glanced at the time on her phone.

"It’s 10:07 already. The atmospheric pressure has dropped to 995 hectopascals, and the tropical depression rainfall has already hit!"

"Sizzle... Car No. 56 reporting, there’s a light outside the train, it seems like a rescue..."

"Oh! Thank God! The rescue has arrived!"

"Ah—!"

...

Just as she finished speaking, Gu Ji’s chest radio transmitted the soldier’s report, but before he could finish speaking, the background noise was filled with the excited cheers of the disaster victims.

"Damn it..."

He inwardly thought things were not going well. The rescue team arriving at this time must be one of the two fire rescue boat teams Anurag deployed and cannot save many people. He also promised the health protection carriage to evacuate the critically injured first.

Human nature has a selfish side.

Everyone hopes to be the first one rescued, but when they learn they’re not included in this batch of rescues, the negative emotions of "hope dashed" will erupt instantaneously. Once this emotional rhythm forms, it will become uncontrollable, possibly compromising his credibility and command authority, leading to human conflict.

"Fatima, quickly have the government officials and soldiers calm the disaster victims’ emotions!"

Gu Ji hurriedly gave orders, quickly removing his scented medical gloves, running towards the back of the carriage.

No matter how the soldiers tried to suppress it, the human instinct for survival is always the strongest. Even from afar, he heard the sounds coming from the train’s rear. He again pulled out his radio and shouted:

"Everyone! Do not cheer! Do not jump! The train cannot withstand the collective rush! This can easily cause the carriage to sink deep into the mud, getting submerged by water even sooner..."