Santri Famiglia's

Emergencies

Kanda tried to open the back door. However, the door is locked. He removed the broken glass and pressed the unlock button. But the door would not open. Key stuck.

Canda ran to the nearest door with the boy's head. Again he cleaned the glass that had been crushed from the door so as not to scratch it. Then, he put his upper body in. The fingers extended into the boy's nostrils. His breathing was very weak but he was still breathing.

Canda ran again to the opposite direction door. He took the cleaver slung on his waist. As strong as his energy he hit the sharp side of his machete on the door lock. His social spirit could not allow one's life to simply drift away without the slightest attempt at rescue. Although his life expectancy is very thin but medical handlers must still be done.

That was the principle of Canda during his years as a doctor. One can never know when the miracle will come. Therefore, humans must continue to try and hope until the last seconds. Canda believed in that. Although the percentage of occurrence is one to one million but worth a try.

The clang for the sake of twang continues to be heard. One, two times the sound of thunder. The gray clouds hanging in the sky began to condense. Water drops also fell from the sky.

Zunta took Canda away. But now the old man refused Zunta's invitation. He will not leave until he gets the boy out.

Zunta is under a shade tree. He watched his grandfather who strenuously mocked the ironworks. A few twangs later, the door was successfully opened. Canda broke the door.

Rushed Canda into the car. He grasped the umbrella that stuck with his left hand and cut off more than half of it. He cut the umbrella rope to tie the part of the umbrella that is still stuck and then pin the machete back in place.

Very carefully, Canda moved the boy's body and took Zunta home. The two of them ran under the increasingly heavy rain. Several times Zunta slipped and Canda almost slipped too. After a hard struggle, they finally reached a wooden house.

Zunta opens the door for Canda. They both entered the simple wooden house. Joke kept walking towards the kitchen. Zunta. Arriving in the kitchen, Canda asks Zunta to move a small flower pot in the window to one of the corner sinks with a picture. With a tiptoe, Zunta stuffed the small flower pot into the sink.

Suddenly the kitchen floor shifted. Look at the stairs leading down. Zunta just found out in the house that he had been living in turned out to have a basement.

"Turn on the lamp!"

(Light the lights!)

The basement that had been without a sudden bright light was bright. Zunta rounded her mouth in admiration. He had just witnessed a magical sight.

"¡Zun, date una ducha y cambiate de ropa! El abuelo quiere tratar a este nio primero."

"No. Quiero and con el abuelo."

(No. I'm going with Grandpa.)

Canda had no time to argue with his granddaughter. The longer he stays silent, the less his chances of saving lives still stand a chance. There's no other choice. Canda allows Zunta to follow him.

Both are climbing the stairs.

"Close the floor!"

(Close floor!)

The kitchen floor closed again. The flower pot in the sink moves on its own. On the outside, the wooden house looks like a regular stopover post on the hiking trail. However, who would have thought that inside there was a secret headquarters equipped with cutting-edge technology. All can be activated using voice commands.

They walked in quick steps and entered a room. Canda laid the boy on the gurney. He quickly grabbed a shirt, gave it to Zunta and once again told her to take a bath in the bathroom not far from there. The little girl walked away.

Next Canda himself took off his clothes. He cleaned his hands and other body parts in the sink, put on a special shirt, entered the disinfectant chamber and then began installing tools to detect heart rate, blood and other vital indications.

Canda stared at the digital screen that had just shown the codes and numbers that only someone who studied medical science could understand. He muttered in his heart, "¡Maldita sea! La sangre de este nio esta lejos del normal volume. A este ritmo, entonces el puede ..."

(Wire. The child's blood is far from normal. If this continues he can ..).

Of course it's not a good condition. His blood count continues to drop dramatically. He should get a blood donor immediately. This place is far from the city center. It was impossible for Canda to get a blood bag in time if he had to go to the city center first.

He also did a blood type test. The boy she helped was blood type A. Canda is blood type B. Wanting to be a donor, Canda could not give his blood to the boy.