When the incident happened, both my parents were present. My dad was running on the inner track, while the car was driving around the outer track. It drove around for a couple of laps and then indiscriminately crashed into everyone. It was too late for him to react when he saw the car heading towards the crowd. The sound system of the walking team was very loud, and those in the back were screaming, but those in the front couldn’t hear, so they didn’t escape. I think the number of injured people is definitely more than a few hundred. Besides those who were physically injured, those who witnessed everything on the scene will definitely have a lifelong psychological shadow.
When my dad ran over, my mom had already fallen to the ground, and one of her shoes was missing. At that time, my mom’s breathing was weak. My dad gave her CPR, and she had some faint responses. At that time, my dad thought she was just hit on the head and had some fractures. When I saw this on the internet, it was almost ten o’clock at night. I immediately called my dad, but he didn’t answer. Because my dad usually doesn’t bring his phone when he runs at night. It was so late, and my dad still hadn’t answered the phone, so I started to worry that something had happened to them. I called my mom, and my dad answered. At that time, my dad was already taking care of my mom. My dad told me that nothing was wrong and that I shouldn’t worry, and that it would be okay to go back in a couple of days.
But the videos circulating online really made me uneasy, so I arrived in Zhuhai at around two o’clock in the morning that night. On the way back, my dad told me to go straight home, that it wouldn’t be of any use to go to the hospital, as she was in the ICU and we couldn’t go in. My dad didn’t sleep all night, and the next morning, at around six o’clock, he brought me to the hospital. At the ICU door, another girl was crying; her mother was also hit last night. We were all anxiously waiting. By the way, the girl said that she had asked for leave from her company today, and the people in the company didn’t know what happened in Zhuhai last night.
My dad said that when they arrived at the hospital last night, it was a mess. They waited for two or three hours before they started treatment. At first, my mom could still say a few words, but later, because her blood pressure dropped, the doctor shaved her head, signed a critical condition notice, and pushed her into the ICU.
Today, I’ve been waiting all day. In the middle, when she was pushed for a CT scan, I finally saw her. I saw her lying on the hospital bed, bald, wearing a breathing mask, with a big bump on her head, and her hands were swollen and white. I couldn’t see the other parts because they were covered. The day before the accident, she had posted on WeChat Moments about going to Hengqin Flower Sea and had also posted beautiful selfies. In just one day, she had become like this. At that moment, I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore.
In the afternoon, the doctor called the family members into the room. Internal head injuries, internal organ injuries, blood accumulation in the abdomen (I think it’s probably like this, I couldn’t understand what the doctor said, and I couldn’t understand the pictures on the computer.) and multiple fractures all over the body. The doctor asked my dad whether to perform the surgery, as she wouldn’t wake up even if the surgery was performed. If the surgery wasn’t performed, she would pass away tonight. If the surgery was performed, she might pass away during the surgery. If the surgery was successful, she would be in a vegetative state for a few more days. The doctor’s meaning was that there was no hope, but you could try the surgery if you wanted to. And it was two surgeries at the same time, after finishing the abdominal surgery, they would immediately do the brain surgery. The doctor said they had never encountered this situation. My uncle, in this moment of heartache, still had a dark sense of humor, saying, ‘Do it, just consider it as a contribution to medicine, adding practical cases for you.’ But no one laughed, and I was already standing behind, quietly overwhelmed by tears.
It’s been more than a dozen hours since the incident happened, and there are no police, nor any media following up on the victims’ aftermath. There is no statistical data on casualties, and there are very few relevant news items that can be found online (maybe I’m too anxious, I’m eager to know the results).
In the afternoon, three women who claimed to be from the street working group came to the hospital to ask my dad about the situation. They said they could reflect the needs to them. They chatted with my dad very gently, trying to bring him some comfort. They also stayed with us while we waited for the surgery. I am very grateful for their kindness.
The moment she was pushed into the operating room, my dad shouted her name to her, telling her to be strong.
I heard my dad go to the toilet again and again to blow his nose to hide his tears. I was afraid of seeing his tears, so I tried not to look at him. I also knew that he was trying his best not to cry. I know his heart has collapsed, but he is still doing his best to answer all the calls, calmly and steadily replying to everyone who cares about my mom. I don’t know what my dad will do in the future.
It’s impossible to predict how long the surgery will take, and we are still waiting during the surgery.
Also, regarding the term ‘jogging group’ circulating online, I think it’s very impolite. Most of the victims this time are retired middle-aged and elderly people, in the age range of 40-65. They are just exercising in their retirement life, in a reasonable area and at a reasonable time in the sports center. Those who only say sarcastic remarks in this kind of situation are idiots, and they will be punished sooner or later.
Finally, thank you to everyone who donated blood last night. Thank you for going to line up to donate blood in the middle of the night. I think you are very selfless and kind, and you will be rewarded.
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