Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 311 - 154: Flood Crisis Emergency Response

Chapter 311: Chapter 154: Flood Crisis Emergency Response

"Everyone, don’t move! There’s a flood outside, stepping out means death! Listen to me, quickly find waterproof tarps and block the broken windows!"

"Everyone, listen to Vidi! Don’t go out! There’s a torrent outside, staying in the train is the safest!"

Seeing the crowd inside the carriage beginning to panic again, Gu Ji quickly spoke out to stop them, and Fatima joined in, loudly calming them down.

Perhaps it was Gu Ji’s handling of the chaotic stampede incident in the carriage earlier that left a great impression, because as soon as he shouted, the refugees swiftly quieted down, and the middle-aged Indian woman clamoring to escape was also timely held back by her companions.

Gu Ji glanced around, grabbed a tactical flashlight, and quickly checked the state of the train.

The entire carriage had become slightly tilted from the impact of the flood. Through the front and back passage device, you could see the head of the train bending into a giant arc, while the rear was even more exaggerated, turning into a "Z" shape.

Thanks to the buffer in the "Janney Couplers" between the cars, which provided shock absorption and cushioning, combined with the weight of sixty fully loaded carriages, it barely resisted the impact of the flood mudslide.

Following his orders, Fatima splashed through the water that had entered the carriage, running to the bathroom beside the train, picked up a waterproof tarp, and slapped it against the shattered window.

But her strength as a woman was simply too limited.

Faced with a fountain-like stream of water, Fatima couldn’t cover it, and a significant amount of water continued to spray from the gaps, "Someone come help me!"

"Everyone, quick, help out! Or we’ll all drown here!"

"Bari, bari!"

...

Finally, those few refugees who had originally been trapped underneath with Gu Ji stepped up, charging to the window against the torrent like a faucet, reaching out to finally help Fatima seal the gaps.

Yet, pressing hard like this was incredibly exhausting.

Just as one of the refugees was about to complain about a better method, Gu Ji grabbed a gear bag from the scattered items on the floor, pulled out a fire hammer, steel nails, and specialized waterproof tarp tape from the side pocket.

"Nail it with this, then seal the small openings with tape. A few more people come over to help me."

"My God, Vidi, I initially thought having the logistics deliver waterproof tarps was amazing enough, but I never imagined you would be so prepared, I’m almost thinking you can predict the future!"

Fatima’s face was filled with astonishment.

Gu Ji didn’t respond, instead pulling along six or seven refugees to the door, instructing them to employ the method they used earlier to solve the stampede, running to the front and rear carriage passage positions to shout "Retreat" in turns, thus restoring order to the entire train.

This method was not his invention, but is called the "Human Microphone Call Method."

The so-called human microphone method was a simple way to spread information among crowds, used in the United States during the Wall Street occupation movement years ago, later applied to stampedes. When you find yourself trapped in a throng unable to move, join with those around you to employ the human microphone method, rhythmically chanting: "retreat." Once a stable chanting rhythm is established in the core circle, there is a high chance of self-rescue.

"Did everyone understand? Quick! Now!"

Gu Ji waved his hand, urging continuously. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

By now, the walkie-talkie was useless, he could only resort to this primitive method to restore order to all carriages. The sudden outbreak of the flood drove the refugees completely dominated by fear, which is quite normal. In danger, running and escaping are human instincts. Most people panic, rushing without choosing paths, causing stampedes and crushes, leading to total chaos.

If over ten people push or fall onto someone, the pressure could exceed 1000 kilograms, compressing the chest cavity till it can’t expand or becomes difficult to expand, resulting in compressive asphyxia. If unlucky, a stampede onto the liver or spleen involving major blood vessels can lead to rapid death.

From the moment the flood occurred, eleven more numbers instantly appeared in the task status bar at the bottom left corner.

This meant that eleven lives had ended.

"One, two! Retreat! Clang clang..."

Amid the background chants of the refugees and the sound of Fatima hammering nails into place, Gu Ji approached the severely injured Indian elder. Judging from the blood flow and color of the wound, he determined it was arterial bleeding. He quickly opened the first aid kit, found a strong pulsation point slightly below the mid-point of the groin in the upper thigh, which was the femoral artery, "Hold on!"

He reminded the elder, then had a young man nearby press down hard.

Sure enough, the blood hole at the knee instantly stopped spurting blood.

Meanwhile, the carriages next door also restored order under the influence of the call, joining in the human microphone method, rapidly passing the call from section to section.

And Fatima had sealed the broken window with waterproof tarp and tape. Although some water was still seeping through, compared to the earlier gushing fountain, this trickling stream as thin as a pinky nail was negligible.

With the environmental crisis gone, the refugees naturally focused all their attention on Gu Ji, who was performing the rescue.

Fatima widened her eyes in disbelief, running over to help him open the first aid kit.

"My God, I didn’t expect you to also know medical skills? Vidi, just how many hidden talents do you have that I don’t know about!"

"It’s what I learned during a university exchange workshop!"

Gu Ji habitually fabricated a story, though he indeed used tactical emergency rescue skills learned from the Xiangzhou exchange workshop, accepting a tourniquet to tie up the femoral artery, he first disinfected the wound, applied dressings, then bandaged it tightly.

"Lift him onto the seat to keep the wound from getting wet!"

"Quick!"

Upon hearing the order, the eyes of several refugees lit up, and they almost rushed over, eager to help.

Unbelievable.

From the moment the flood occurred to now, only about two minutes had passed, yet in this critical two-minute window, Gu Ji resolved the stampede crisis, blocked the broken glass, and treated the severely injured elder, completing the entire process calmly and swiftly, providing a strong sense of security for everyone.

In the eyes of several Hinduism-believing refugees, he was even seen as a hero saving the world!

"Zizi... this is carriage 17, carriage 17, we have multiple broken windows leaking water, the scene is chaotic, requesting assistance!"

"This is carriage 43! We have two severely injured patients in our carriage, requesting support!"

"Carriage 21! Carriage 21, two people have died! Ah—!"

...

Just when the refugees were still immersed in the halo of Gu Ji’s heroism.

The gradually restoring order allowed the Indian soldiers finally a chance to press down on the walkie-talkies to report. Listening to the series of negative incidents broadcasted over the walkie-talkie, the smiles of the refugees on the scene gradually stiffened, their eyes once again filled with panic.

But the next second, Gu Ji wiped away the blood on his pants casually and stood up, holding the walkie-talkie, eyes glittering with cold light, his tone extremely firm.

"I am Vidhi Dali, Deputy Commissioner of Disaster Response at the 10.10 Rainstorm Emergency Response Command: Attention! This is an emergency incident, this is an emergency incident, everyone listen to my command, repeat! Everyone listen to my command! Train crew, all soldiers, state government officials, everyone get ready immediately, activate the Level I flood disaster emergency response!!"