Sunday, June 3, 2012

We have an SUV vs. Sherpa on a motor scooter.

1 – 90 seconds after impact            2 – Eight minutes after impact        3 – 40 minutes after impact      

At about 9:00p or so, on a recent Thursday evening we were about to sit down and catch-up on ER. Yeah, the show now relegated to syndication that helped launched that talented thespian, George Clooney (who happens to be bigger than ever here in Shanghai). It is one of the few shows Kris has ever watched. I rarely, if ever watched it, because I was usually preoccupied by work or some such psychotic endeavor.

Here in Shanghai ER is easy to watch, simply because the television programming is pretty bad. (If we watched more than an hour or so a day things would be pretty dire.) Luckily we do get the major tennis tournament and seasonally, in the fall, my favorite spectacle, bull fighting! (More on this later.)

We get to see The Voice, Hawaii 5-0 and the ubiquitous CSIs if we choose. Frankly, my interests begin and end narrowly with Mad Men, which I have to score on iTunes.

Thanks to the wonder of CDs we can relive the glory years of ER.

So, as I was saying we were about to sit down to another episode featuring Doug’s indiscretions, when I hear a loud crash. Initially it sounds like a sound F/X of a gurney busting through the ICU doors on the show.

Within seconds it becomes clear that it was actually a mishap on the street near our building.

I hurry to the balcony to see what’s up. It’s a collision at the intersection below. It looks pretty serious as I scan the scene. There’s a small SUV stopped just past the apex point of a left hand turn and a person lying on the pavement ten feet or so away. There is also a scooter about 20 feet away. It seems the person on the ground was a deliveryman from a local service called Sherpa’s (even in the dim light of the intersection I see the trademark orange and black logo).

Two or three passersby surround the person on the ground, bending to briefly inspect him/her. Immediately they were on their cell phones calling for help. I see the Sherpa move albeit very, very slowly.

After five minutes there is no sign of police or ambulance in the vicinity. I'm expecting Carter and Malucci to come running to the scene with the stolen EMR tool kits in hand.

Our doctor’s advice rings gravely accurate, “in the case of emergency take a taxi to the western hospital across the river” it’s your best bet for urgent care.

Soon the passersby grew to a small crowd of about ten, all of which were concerned though not assisting. I was surprised to see the SUV driver still in attendance, or seemingly so, because the vehicle was still there. In China the law is pretty clear (as I understand it) that if a driver injures or disables a person in an accident and it is determined to be the driver’s fault, the injured person is entitled to be supported for life by the driver at fault. It is a quick process relative to courtroom processes and litigation in the US.

It is also emphatically advised that if you do see such a mishap that you do not by any means assist the victim, as you could be held accountable for any injuries incurred – even in an effort to help.

However, this system has recently had its setbacks. It seems that the fine for a driver at fault for killing a person can be less, much less, than the cost of life-long support for the maimed.  This has given rise to the Chinese urban legend (and harsh reality) of guilty drivers killing their victims at the scene. In a horrific case a couple of years ago, a driver repeatedly backed-up and ran over a four year-old boy who happened to have been right behind the car. The initial incident was definitely an accident the subsequent actions were intentional and the boy died as a result.


The incident caused an outrage but not enough of one to prevent the well to do guilty party from paying a fine and walking.

There was an even more deliberate killing at the hands of an affluent young driver in 2010. When after he struck a peasant woman, he got out of his vehicle to evaluate the situation whereupon he found the woman (not fatally injured) writing down his license number. He acted deliberately and decisively, stabbing her eight times – killing her. http://www.ministryoftofu.com/2011/04/chinese-public-opinion-demands-execution-of-a-student-accuses-state-tv-for-siding-murderers/

His reasoning was “not to be pestered by peasants.” In this case the driver was executed after a short trial.

Bordering on 8 minutes since impact (cognoscente of time with an eye on my cell phone clock) and finally I hear a siren. It seems to be an opportunistic proprietor of a wrecker/tow truck. Now, I'm convinced as the television subtext is exclaiming, "the patient is bleeding out!" The crowd was growing still larger as some of the concerned seemed to now form a barrier around the Sherpa (much like water buffaloes protecting their young) while others directed traffic in a chaotic manner.

Finally, a police cruiser and two motorcycle officers arrive at the scene.

One officer begins to clear pedestrians and the other walks up to inspect the Sherpa. The officer was careful not to move the victim as he walked around the extremities. He did seem to be talking with the victim though.

It's now about 12-15 minutes or so later and the officers are now talking to witnesses. This process lasts for another 15-20 minutes. All while the poor Sherpa lies on the pavement virtually motionless. For over a half an hour, I expect an ambulance any second.

What happens next can only be described as  “Gilliam-ly” surreal (as in Brazil).

Incredulously, the officers begin their accident scene investigation. Apparently, they deduce that the Sherpa, while incapacitated, is not in need. The two officers pull out a tape measure and begin documenting the scene. The Sherpa is motionless on the pavement. They measure from the fender of the SUV to the point at which the Sherpa lies. Then the distance from the SUV to the point of the crunched motor scooter is recorded. Once the primary measurements are out of the way an intricate series of geometric measurements ensues. The distances from the SUV bumper to the light post at the right corner, then to a more acute traffic light post on the same side. These measurements take another 10 to 15 minutes.

At this point the Sherpa still isn’t moving. He seems resided to accept his fate.

After the measurements seem to be complete the officer again approaches the Sherpa in a more compassionate manner, he kneels to speak with him.  Simultaneously, a siren is wailing in the distance, soon the crowd clears enough to allow an ambulance to enter the vicinity.

Two medics attend to the Sherpa for about 10 minutes and finally with the help of the officer get him onto a stretcher and into the back of the ambulance. It takes another five minutes before the ambulance leaves the scene.

Once the ambulance is gone the wrecker is allowed to move the SUV and the motor scooter is hoisted to a small flatbed, both are ferried away.

Traffic is back to normal in a few minutes and the Sherpa (fate unknown to this observer) is a commemorated by a few chalk stripes on the pavement.

I am reminded of a very short and bizarre conversation I had with a young woman a few days earlier as we crossed an intersection a few blocks north of the accident site. Stepping of off a curb simultaneously we were “flown-bye” by a taxi. He was well in control of his cab and yet too close for comfort as he came within a foot of the two of us. This is common and generally happens two to three times at any intersection crossing as drivers make left hand turns not one at a time, but in loose formations of up to six vehicles at a time, depending on the window in oncoming traffic. Understand that while the crossing light may say cross, it in no way implies pedestrians have right of way.


All drivers commonly assume this game of rock, paper, scissors is succinctly understood by pedestrians – buses crush cars and taxis, cars and taxis take-out pedestrians and pedestrian can only stop tanks.

We both continued to cross and I sarcastically narrated aloud thinking no one was listening "they aren’t even that good in New York City." My amused comrade said, “This is Shanghai – they’re crazy.”

I wondered if that was really true, after all, even craziness values life.

They wouldn't depict so many crazy people in ER if that weren't true would they?

© 2012 Karl Shaffer