What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 197 The Great Orange Imprisoning Heaven Finger

Sandwiched between two warships ten times its own tonnage, the captain of the Ela was extremely nervous, fearing a collision due to veer off course.

The Twin Moon and the New Wind were in perfect sync, occasionally adjusting their rudders to change direction, and then you could see the Ela suddenly turn and then quickly correct itself, swaying left and right as if it were out of control.

Smith used a satellite phone to contact the outside world for assistance, and the department responsible for organizing the rescue operation sent a note back home.

However, the answer was that Ren'ai Reef had been leased to Geijin Company, which had the right to guarantee that there were no dangerous goods in the development area, which was entirely a matter of corporate discretion.

Ai Lahao could only hold his nose and try to leave the encirclement while arguing with Chen Yonggui.

Until it approached within five nautical miles of Ren'ai Reef, the Shuangyue requested that the Aila stop, release its small boat, and undergo inspection.

Smith and Suha both wanted to move closer, but then the Friendship destroyer broke away from the formation, accelerated, and cut diagonally in front of the Aila.

The two obediently complied, directing the sailors to load the supplies onto the small boat and then slowly lower them onto the sea.

At the same time, the Twin Moon also launched its speedboat and approached.

Smith and Suha are both on the small boat; they are now known as the doctor and Marino's friend.

In addition, there was a mixed group of five people, including journalists, psychologists, and human rights observers.

Seven people stood on the small boat and saw Chen Yonggui jump aboard with several burly men.

Suha stepped forward silently and stretched out his arms slightly:

"We were not carrying any weapons or contraband, only medical supplies, some food, and communication equipment. There was no danger whatsoever."

Wearing sunglasses, Chen Yonggui simply waved his hand behind him, and several burly men jumped over to inspect the packages of supplies one by one.

Smith calmly waited for the inspection to end, when suddenly he saw the old fisherman in front of him extend his hand to them:
Where are your medical examination reports?

"..."

Smith, who speaks Chinese, was immediately taken aback.

"Sorry?"

"Medical examination report!"

Chen Yonggui raised his voice:

"Ren'ai Reef is a key development area for our company. It is strictly forbidden to bring dangerous pathogens and infectious diseases into the area. Of course, you will need to undergo a medical examination before entering."

The seven people on the small boat were dumbfounded; they never expected this to happen.

After hesitating for a long time, Suha explained:
“We are just delivering supplies and providing humanitarian aid; you cannot interfere.”

"Because it is humanitarian aid, you don't even need to go through entry procedures, otherwise going up like this would be called illegal immigration!"
"A life is at stake, so we don't need your paperwork, but you can't bring disease along, can you? What if the land is contaminated and our employees get sick?"

Chen Yonggui's righteous and stern words left the two men somewhat at a loss.

Smith: "We are in good health."

"You can only find out if you're healthy through a health check. What if you have HIV?"

As he spoke, Chen Yonggui took a step back, then, feeling it wasn't safe, took another half step back until he stopped at the edge of the boat.

Then he looked at the people inspecting the supplies and shouted:
"Spray disinfectant all over the place later, and make sure everyone wears gloves."

Smith took a deep breath and used the moral high ground to pressure people:

“Sir, if you need the medical report now, it will take at least 24 hours. The crew of the Sierra Madre are sick, and those 24 hours could cost them their lives.”

As he spoke, the local reporter Suha brought along cleverly moved the camera, trying to put some pressure on Chen Yonggui.

Suha quickly joined in, solemnly stating that Smith was a doctor from an international ambulance organization and his opinion had to be respected.

But Chen Yonggui seemed unmoved, standing there with his arms crossed, insisting that a medical examination report was required.

Smith spent ages explaining, even trying to elicit sympathy by appealing to Doctors Without Borders, but to no avail.

After half a day of fruitless negotiations, Smith, looking grim, picked up the satellite phone.

Just as he made this move, Second Officer Wang Daquan, who had been hiding in the back, suddenly stepped forward and stopped him in time.

After giving Smith an apologetic smile, Wang Daquan suddenly turned stern and said to the unyielding Chen Yonggui:
“This is an international doctor. He’s here to treat and save lives. He’s cleaner than you are. If you don’t let him in and someone dies, how will the responsibility be divided?”

Chen Yonggui hesitated for a second or two, but still snorted coldly:
"What does this have to do with me? It's not like I sent them up there. Besides, with just one word, I'd have those monkeys taken to the vet for treatment! Why does it have to be this damn international thing..."

Wang Daquan shushed him twice, winked at Chen Yonggui, and then turned back to continue comforting Smith.

The latter's expression softened somewhat, realizing that this was the behavior of the Chinese people he knew—they wouldn't dare to act rashly once the word "international" was mentioned. Chen Yonggui was just an unexpected, straightforward person.

Wang Daquan offered a few more words of persuasion, and just when everyone thought Chen Yonggui would soften his stance, he suddenly shoved Wang Daquan hard, causing the latter to stumble and nearly fall into the sea.

"Wang Daquan, remember you're the second mate! I'm telling you right now, no one is allowed in without a medical report!"

As he spoke, he turned to leave, but stopped several people inspecting supplies, as if he had made up his mind.

"Don't be unreasonable!"

Wang Daquan grew anxious, and the two men stood on the edge of the two small boats and tugged at each other for a while, occasionally taking out their satellite phones and whispering something into the microphone.

This scene made both sides a little nervous, but the Luzon reporter exclaimed that it was big news and took a lot of photos.

After a long stalemate, Wang Daquan seemed to have won. He turned around and smiled at Smith, his head seemingly lowered even though he was much taller, and said with a hint of obsequiousness:
“Mr. Smith, we have just confirmed with the authorities back home that you belong to a rescue organization and are eligible for additional exemptions. However, to avoid any gossip, our ship’s medical room can also issue temporary health certificates. Don’t worry, it won’t take much time.”

Smith instantly understood; it was procedural justice.

Dongda University still cares about its reputation. If they were to be let in without clear explanation, he might even worry about a conspiracy.

What kind of examinations can be done in the ship's medical room? It's just a formality.

He's seen plenty of people like Wang Daquan, so he's probably trying his best to negotiate.

"Okay, we'll do the medical check-up, but it has to be quick, we have to be responsible for the patient's health."

Smith nodded, and the others naturally didn't dare to object; at worst, they could just have some blood drawn.

Wang Daquan's face immediately broke into a smile, then he composed himself and nodded to Chen Yonggui, who reluctantly stepped aside to make way for him.

As Smith had anticipated, the ship's medical facilities were very limited. Soon, a small white tent was erected on the open deck of the cruiser Twin Moon, and two burly sailor doctors were ready with rudimentary medical equipment.

Seven people were brought aboard the ship and lined up obediently for medical examinations. Smith, without hesitation, was first in line and sat on a small stool.

"Take off your clothes."

Smith frowned slightly, but still took off his t-shirt, revealing his upper body, and then, at his request, took off his pants and shoes.

Doctor A measured his heartbeat, examined his skin, and then measured his blood pressure.

Although it was a bit chilly with only his underwear left, Smith had seen everything before, so he just took it as a thorough inspection.

After using up the limited equipment, he naturally stood up, only to see another doctor, B, sitting at a small table, gently tapping the surface:

"The last item."

Smith leaned closer and noticed several makeshift screens made of bed sheets next to the small table.

Doctor B told him to lie face down on the table. After he slowly did so with a puzzled look, a gust of wind suddenly swept past him, and then he felt his legs tighten.

Smith tried to turn over in terror, squeezing his legs together, but was immediately pinned down by Doctor A.

"FXXK, what are you doing? Hey, why are you taking off my underwear?!"

Smith crawled through swamps during breaks in the jungle, trekked through the desert for days and nights and was forced to drink urine, and even learned to find undigested fruit in bison dung.

He thought he could look down on everything, but when his only remaining shred of modesty was stripped away, he broke down.

Damn it, this isn't a place with English.

Doctor A held him down tightly, but didn't stop talking:
"Calm down, this is the last thing. We'll check your private parts too. I'll cover them with a sheet."

Smith blushed and immediately started speaking in Chinese:
"Then tell me, can't you stop taking your clothes off right away?!"
"We're all men, so go ahead and look!"

Although it was embarrassing, Smith calmed down and realized that he had experienced this kind of physical examination before. He eventually relaxed, but felt a little sensitive because of the sea breeze.

"Damn it, why do I have to lie down for the examination?"

Smith was thinking of a quick victory and was ready to cooperate, but then he heard a crisp sound of rubber bouncing behind him.

Doctor B put on nine layers of plastic gloves and said expressionlessly:
"The last item is a finger examination. Your fingers are quite large, so please bear with it."

Smith had just grasped the meaning of the finger-pointing and was immediately terrified, desperately trying to stand up, but it was too late.

Ahhh!

The remaining six people waiting for their medical examinations were still wondering why they were wrapped in bed sheets when they suddenly heard a pig-like scream.

The earth-shattering roar seemed to carry a different meaning, causing those around to inexplicably feel a tightness in their anus.

Doctor A was the first to come out, then sat down again and called out:
"Next!"

But it wasn't until three minutes later that people saw Smith, his eyes red and swollen, looking disheveled, wearing only his underwear, slowly shuffling out with his legs clamped together, then leaning against the railing, hugging his chest, staring blankly into space.

Suha swallowed hard, then stepped forward and sat down, trying to appear calm.

"What kind of medical examination was that?"

Doctor A didn't even look up:
"As for checking the private parts, that gentleman has hemorrhoids, so it might hurt a little if we accidentally touch them."

Suha was taken aback, then his heart settled back into place.

Thankfully, he doesn't have hemorrhoids.

However, Commissioner Smith is too fragile; he can't even handle this little bit of hardship.

A minute later, even more horrific sounds of pigs being slaughtered could be heard.

Suha almost reenacted the scene from before, leaning against the dazed Commissioner Smith, slowly kneeling down, and silently shedding tears.

Seeing the monkey reporter tremble in fright, Doctor A forced a kind smile:

"It's okay, he just has hemorrhoids too."

The reporter breathed a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across his face:
"I didn't, I'm not afraid."

(End of this chapter)