Binjiang Police Affairs
Chapter 136 - 114 Saving People and the Boat_3

Chapter 136: Chapter 114 Saving People and the Boat_3

As the captain of the fleet and the pilot of the tugboat, he had to steady the morale, drinking alcohol bravely while using a loudspeaker to speak to the brothers, encouraging them not to be afraid or lose heart.

Thankfully, blessed by heavens, after battling the strong winds and waves for over six hours, they finally towed the fleet to the sheltered harbor.

The moment their fleet entered the harbor, he threw up.

Later, he told others that he vomited because he drank too much, but he knew in his heart that it was seasickness.

Thinking about this, he asked while holding the steering wheel, "Salted Fish, do you want to go down and check on Director Wang?"

"I need to monitor the radar and the depth, and help you navigate; I can’t leave."

"That’s true."

Captain Wang nodded and did not ask further.

Han Yu, feeling uneasy, picked up the walkie-talkie: "Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu, please respond if you hear me."

"Received, received, salted fish, what’s up?"

"Go to the command cabin and check on Director Wang."

"There’s no need to go to the command cabin; Uncle Zhu and I have already helped Director Wang over here; he’s in the crew cabin at the back."

"Is Director Wang very seasick?"

"He got seasick as soon as we entered the main waterway, clutching a feces bucket and vomiting."

Director Wang, feeling panicked and queasy, was sitting collapsed in the cabin, clutching a plastic bucket and vomiting incessantly.

At first, it was just discomfort in the stomach, and his head wasn’t very dizzy; he thought he would feel fine after vomiting.

However, as the ship’s rocking increased and the bumps became more erratic, severe pain began throbbing in his brain, breathing became labored, and it felt like his internal organs were in motion.

He couldn’t control himself and, finding a plastic bucket, he leaned over it and let out everything he had eaten that night, along with snot and tears.

Director Jin asked him if he was seasick; he grunted affirmatively, not wanting to utter another word.

Then, he shut his eyes, bent his head, and hugged his knees, which slightly alleviated the headache.

But it lasted less than three minutes before his heart raced again, and he vomited another round into the bucket.

Director Jin needed to report to the Traffic Control Center and stay in touch with colleagues at the Titanium Warehouse Port Supervision Station, so he couldn’t take care of him, leaving Zhu Baogen and Liang Xiaoyu to support him to the crew cabin in the back of the engine room.

But as soon as he was helped in, the smell of diesel overwhelmed him; his already unsettled organs surged, and his stomach, having nothing left to vomit, was now expelling bitter, yellow bile...

Liang Xiaoyu, fearing he might hurt himself, supported him on the left.

Zhu Baogen squatted on the right, gently patting his back: "Director Wang, want some water?"

"No need."

"Let me fetch some water for you to rinse your mouth."

"Don’t bother, where are my glasses?"

His glasses...

Where had his glasses gone? Could they have fallen into the feces bucket?

As Zhu Baogen was unsure how to respond, Director Wang forced himself to perk up and asked, "Xiao Yu, do you have medicine for seasickness?"

"No, Director Wang, can seasickness be cured with medicine?"

"How come you are not seasick?"

"I... I grew up on ships, I don’t know what seasickness is."

"Old Zhu, what about you?"

Director Wang looked pitiful; if this continued, he might just vomit out his gallbladder.

Zhu Baogen, unable to bear seeing him suffer, hesitated for a moment before responding: "I used to get a bit seasick too, but I cured it with a folk remedy."

Director Wang, grasping at straws, turned and asked, "What kind of folk remedy?"

"Go to the bow and get some Anchor Chain Mud, make a few mud balls and swallow them, and you won’t feel seasick any longer."

"..."

What kind of folk remedy was that? Director Wang couldn’t help thinking of Jigong saving people; it seemed like he would scratch here and rub there, making a mud ball for people to eat.

A surge of nausea hit, and he embraced the bucket and vomited again.

This time, it was white foam; continuing like this would ruin his health.

Zhu Baogen, feeling terribly sorry for him, urgently said, "Director Wang, if you can’t stomach the Anchor Chain Mud Pills, you can also drink some Anchor Chain Mud water."

Liang Xiaoyu smacked his forehead excitedly, "I remember now, I’ve heard from others that drinking Anchor Chain Mud water really can cure seasickness!"

"Is there another way?"

"The only other way is crude, to tie you to the mast; vomiting and vomiting you’ll stop feeling seasick. But it’s winter now, it’s so cold outside and the wind..."

"Just get me that water."

"Oh, I’m on it."