Re: [爆卦] 一位醫生在行政院的所見
感謝 Taiwan Voice 協助翻譯成英文。
我喜歡這個版本（雖然最後幾句話好像沒譯完），
它用英文的邏輯重新組合過一些概念，
能讓非中文世界的人比較容易瞭解。
如有意願協助轉發我的記錄予外國朋友，請以這個版本為主。
謝謝大家
https://www.facebook.com/TaiwanVoice/posts/729195250457992
"No conversation or interaction, only invasion and eviction."
The eviction at the Executive Yuan through the eyes of Dr. Kuo, on
the scene during the eviction at the Executive Yuan.
Taiwan Voice 2014/03/24
8 p.m.
I was scrolling quickly through my Facebook newsfeed and came
across: “Crowd moves on the Executive Yuan.” I grabbed my lab
coat, climbed over the window with the crowd, and saw my first
patient. It was a police officer suffering from a panic attack
from guarding the door. I put on my lab coat and went to work.
At the same time, an official medical team arrived at the
Executive Yuan, getting organized and distributing the workload.
Our country should be glad to know the assembled medical team was
swift, efficient, organized, and not embroiled in the conflict.
12:00 a.m.
The group leader of the official medical team announced that we
should retreat from the Executive Yuan immediately. I agreed with
the decision but I chose to stay and wait and to continue looking
over the protesters. I also believed that, though this space was
no longer suitable for practicing medicine, that there would no
doubt be some space for me to get set up in the courtyard. After
all, I wanted to personally witness everything that was
transpiring.
Other than myself, there was a dietitian on the scene. As time
went on, the small team of volunteers staying behind grew to 11
people, two thirds of us doctors, the rest consisting of a lawyer
who had been trained in emergency medical techniques, medical
students and dietitians, EMTs, and some doctors who were unwilling
to put on their lab coats (wearing lab coats signaled neutrality
to the protests). There was also a medical student from Malaysia.
I asked him why he came, and he told me that from the point of
view of immigrants in Taiwan, Taiwan is the last hope of democracy
[in Asia].
“Doctor! Doctor!”
Suddenly from up ahead, there was shouting for a doctor. It was
for a girl from Hong Kong, emblazoned with badges and stickers
supporting the protest. She had collapsed from exhaustion. I asked
her “Are you from Hong Kong?” She nodded faintly. I refrained
from talking to her about what has happened in Hong Kong [since
the transfer of sovereignty over Hong Kong to China]. I have heard
so much about it over the years. I don’t get it. If someone
cannot understand the problems with the Cross-Strait Services
Trade Agreement, they should get themselves a ticket to Hong Kong
and observe what has happened there.
“Doctor! Someone is unconscious!”
One person in the first group of protesters who entered Executive
Yuan was forced to stay in a room with his friends with little
ventilation. He was having a seizure. When I arrived there, things
had been stuffed in his mouth preventing him from biting himself.
Hmm… It seems the the knowledge spread by soap operas in Taiwan
was quite influential. I removed the objects, checked his vital
signs and level of consciousness. His vitals were good, and he
could still still follow my instructions. The phone number from an
EMT I had saved earlier served its function. I contacted him and
called an ambulance for the patient. I think he had
hyperventilation syndrome, but I was not really sure.
“Doctor! Someone’ s eye has been injured!”
I re-entered the Executive Yuan, met by a sea of members from the
press crazily flashing pictures. I roared, “Respect the patient’
s privacy.” The press responded, “You broke the law first!”
This… this is the last hope of democracy in the eyes of Hong
Kongers and Malaysians.
I lost track of time when the police started to evict the
protesters.
“Doctor! Someone’s been beaten.”
The patient had an injured leg, unable to move. Since training as
a doctor in the military, this was the first time I had to put
into practice the proper technique for moving an injured patient
in the field. However, we were not in war. This was no war. This
was just a student-led movement.
Back at our tiny temporary medical station. Some doctors asked why
we stayed here while others retreated. I said, “I did it for
those students. They were persistent in their decision to stay,
unwilling to leave amidst the tension. Our true mission was not in
fact providing medical care, but rather to persuade them to leave.
” This movement may have caused some bloodshed, but it did not
require that they also lay down their lives. There had to be
someone to take them away from this place... and this was what we
should do. We have to say what their fellow protesters could not
say.
A radio-controlled aircraft arrives.
“Look!” My comrade pointed at a tiny RC aircraft flying in the
air. It was a high-tech device from the Ministry of Police. Why
did it make me think of Seediq Bale (Taiwanese film)? To the tiny
aircraft so high in the sky, you may be able to make out our
shape, but can you see what is in our hearts?
3:00 a.m.
Re-establishing Medical Station
The eviction intensified in violence. The police began removing
people from other places and pushed toward the plaza. The senior
doctor decided that we should re-establish a medical station at
the other side of plaza, considering the route of evacuation and
avoiding the conflict. As more and more people joined the team, we
regrouped and got prepared for the upcoming clash. Medical
supplies were also provided from the medical team at the
Legislative Yuan, with the replenished supplies and team members
fortifying our base.
The patients flooded in. There was not one second of rest.
Right in front of the medical station, there was a girl, supported
by a friend, weeping and asking police: “Why? Why has Taiwan
become like this? Why do you make Taiwan like this?”
The water cannons were activated
4:30 a.m.
The medical station descended upon by the police
Most of the police were polite. A female police officer, actually,
tried to maintain a clear passage for patients. What made an even
bigger impression on me, however, was the shout from her
colleague. He yelled his demands for the medical team to leave the
area, adding; “If you don’t, you will cuffed and dragged out by
your ankles.”
I decided to echo the girl I had just seen crying, shouting on my
way out, “Why has Taiwan become like this?”
Off the plaza, I wandered around like a ghost. I met another group
of doctors, following them to the rear gate of the Executive Yuan.
At that time, there were a group of students lying on the ground
to stop the water cannon from entering the area to be used. A
police officer, looking like a superviser, kept stating that they
would not activate the water cannon.
I shouted to him, “Of course, you will not activate the cannon
because you already have. it is out of water!” He actually tried
to deny the fact that the police used water cannon. I lost it and
just kept shouting “LIAR.” Finally, he shut up.
5:00 a.m.
Return to the plaza
I wandered around as if out of my body, met up with another team
and followed them. On the way back, the group of students were
still lying on the ground, resolute in blocking the water cannon.
I have so much gratitude and admiration for them. This image
brought to mind the Tiananmen Square protests. However, there was
no press to be seen, the students just persisted on in doing what
they believed was right, even after the protesters at the plaza
had been evicted. A small and simple perseverance.
I re-entered the plaza, watching the last patients be cared for
among the remaining puddles and ponds left from the water cannons.
I thought of something a senior doctor had told me earlier in the
day. He said, “when I was in the student movement, you were not
even born yet. At that time, removing protesters involved a
powerful water cannon. You’ve never seen anything like it.
Believe me, it could actually cause internal bruising.”
Now, do I even have the chance to tell my children “a water
cannon is something that you’ve never seen.”
After caring for the last patient, we left the plaza and the
strange scene of it being packed with riot police
This is our democracy and this is our freedom:
No conversation or interaction, only invasion and eviction.
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