A gulag doctor came into the cell and said to me the tenth morning of my hunger strike, “We are taking you to the hospital for a checkup.”
Ten minutes later, a car started driving toward downtown Guangzhou, with the doctor, a female guard, two goons and I sitting in it.
On the way I suddenly realized I couldn’t do the check-up.
(By the time, I had not known about the CCP secretly harvesting Dafa practitioners’ organs in hospitals and jails, thereby killing Dafa practitioners.)
When the car pulled in the Guangzhou Military Hospital’s parking-lot, I refused to get off. “You’ll keep my medical record and not let me know the truth of the check-up. I refuse to go to the hospital in such circumstances! Because I don’t know what you are going to do to me!”
“We’re just giving you a check-up!” the gulag doctor said.
“Okay! Then please inform my parents or my uncle in Guangzhou. As long as my family are present, my family keep my medical record and are allowed to know the truth, I can do the check-up!”
“It’s only a check-up. What are you so scared of?!”
“If it’s only a check-up, why don’t you dare inform my family?! Why don’t you dare inform my family that I have been kidnapped to the gulag?! What are you so scared of?!”
“Cut the crap! Get off! Or we’ll drag you off!”
As soon as the gulag doctor said that, the two goons pounced on me. I immediately clutched the back of the chair before me, “You dare touch me, I’m going to shout!”
The goons instantly stopped moving.
“Wait here!” The gulag doctor thundered and strode toward the hospital lobby. A little while later she came back, followed by a male doctor pushing a trolley.
The male doctor went up to the car and told me icily, “Get off!”
“You sit on the trolley. We push you in!” the gulag doctor said to me.
The two goons clutched my arms and started dragging me off the car.
The male doctor watched indifferently.
I questioned the male doctor sternly while resisting the goons with all my might, “How can you force people to go to the hospital?! How can you get me into the hospital by violence while you have no idea at all what have happened to me?! I have been wronged, do you know that?! You are a military doctor, and the propaganda has always said that the military protect civilians. But what you are doing at this moment is protecting civilians?! While I’ve been on hunger strike for ten days and my family are not here, you’re dragging me into the hospital?! Who is to take the responsibility if anything happens to me in the hospital?! Dare you take the responsibility?! Dare you take the responsibility?!”
I leaned closer to look at the plate pinned to his bosom, on which his name was written.
He instantly said to the gulag doctor icily, “You work this out yourself.” He pushed the trolley and walked away.
They had to take me back to the gulag.