Reborn as a police officer in South Africa

Jasmine, who was born in a middle-class family, has always been a good girl.

Jasmine is what people often call “other people’s children”. She has excellent grades, is well-mannered, and has a sweet smile. Everyone likes Jasmine.

 After the conflict between Southern Africa and the United States intensified, Jasmine was influenced by American newspapers and her dislike for Southern Africa accumulated.

 So when Jasmine’s classmate invited Jasmine to participate in the assembly, Jasmine did not hesitate to participate, hoping to contribute her own strength.

Jasmine made careful preparations for this parade. Not only did she carefully make a scaled-down American flag, but she also specially wore a top with an American flag pattern.

 When the chaos occurred, Jasmine and her classmates were dispersed by the crowd, and then Jasmine was pushed down. Her head was injured and her face was covered with blood. As a result, Jasmine was immediately carried to the Southern African Embassy in Washington for treatment.

This is the first time Jasmine has entered the Southern African Embassy in Washington.

If we follow the logic that all Southern African embassies abroad belong to the territory of Southern Africa, then this is also the first time Jasmine has gone abroad in her 18-year life.

 I am in Washington and have already left the country. It’s amazing.

Southern Africans are not as vicious as Jasmine imagined. Two marines transferred Jasmine onto a stretcher and carried her into the embassy. Immediately after she was carried into the embassy, ​​a very beautiful young lady came over to treat Jasmine's wounds.

Jasmine couldn't help but shed tears at this time. She didn't know whether it was because of the pain caused by the wound or the hurt caused by being abandoned by her companions.

 The superficial wounds are on the head, and the invisible wounds are on the heart.

"Don't worry, your injury is not serious. I will use a thinner thread to sew it for you, and then sew it more tightly to ensure that you won't even have a scar after you recover." The young lady thought Jasmine was worried that her injury was too serious.

Will leave permanent scars.

 For many women, leaving a permanent scar on their forehead is really unacceptable.

Jasmine could only blink and didn't dare to nod, for fear of affecting the little sister's stitches.

“You are so young and beautiful, and have good recovery ability. You can recover after a period of rest. Are you still in school?” The young lady kept chatting with Jasmine to distract Jasmine.

“Yes, I just got the admission notice from MIT.” Jasmine’s voice was trembling. This is something that Jasmine will be proud of for the rest of her life.

 When one of the four great joys in life is to be named on the gold medal list, Americans actually attach great importance to education, and the degree of emphasis is directly proportional to family income.

 Simply put, the richer the people, the more they value education. On the contrary, the poor have no money for their children to receive better education, so they can only live in the criticized public schools in the United States.

 Public schools in the United States are different from the public education systems in Southern Africa.

 Public education in Southern Africa is to improve the education level of the people and cultivate more high-quality talents for Southern Africa. Education is also the best opportunity for the poor to get rid of the shackles of class.

Public schools in the United States are just like herding sheep. The happy education that is so touted by some spiritual Americans is essentially self-entertainment, escaping responsibility under the pretext of releasing one's nature. Students grow up in such an atmosphere. I don't know whether they are happy or not.

, once faced with competition, especially the kind of life-and-death competition, children who receive happy education will most likely lose.

The elites in the United States know this very well, so as long as they have the conditions, children from elite families study in private schools with expensive tuition. The daily time schedule is as tight as that of Maotanchang, and the extracurricular tutoring provided by tutors must be

Indispensable, this is the price for elites to become elites.

“Wow, you are really great. Very few girls choose polytechnics. What is your ideal?” The young lady blurted out her compliments, which is a good habit.

 Praise is not flattery, but an essential skill for good interpersonal relationships.

Some people who don’t understand language arts often blurt out “Why are you so lazy” when they ask for help and are rejected.

This is to use a little to show off a face, to directly deny a person with one sentence, without even knowing how to offend the person.

There are some people who are not only unhappy when their friends achieve results, but also feel jealous.

 Actually, they are all wrong. This is not the right mentality. If your friends are doing well, at least they will not ask you to borrow money.

 If your friend is a millionaire, he might be able to give you a helping hand.

 If your friend is the richest man

 Sorry, I have no friends who have become the richest man, so I don’t know what it is like.

 “I want to be a fashion designer.” Jasmine was very happy. It felt good to be praised.

“Does MIT also teach fashion design?” The young lady was curious. MIT doesn’t know, and Nyasaland Institute of Technology certainly doesn’t teach fashion design.

 “You are asking about my ideals,” Jasmine said cutely. This is also true. Ideas may not necessarily shine into reality, but they will become the eternal light in life.

"You are so beautiful, you will definitely become an excellent fashion designer." The young lady is illogical. What does the beauty have to do with fashion design?

Looking at the graduation project of a certain college, it’s like a bunch of demons dancing around.

 At this time, the young lady finally finished sewing.

 Finally, she carefully cleaned the blood on Jasmine's face with a cotton ball, applied medicine, then wrapped the wound with gauze, and handed Jasmine a glass of milk. She was so considerate.

Only then did Jasmine notice that the lobby of the embassy office building had been turned into an emergency center. Not only were ordinary Americans receiving assistance, but also the two Washington police officers who had been injured in the conflict just now. In the center of the lobby, a man was sweating profusely.

Marines were performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation on an old man who had fallen into a coma. Wounded people were still being carried in, and the air was filled with tension.

"Kid, do you remember your mother's name?" On the chair next to her, a smiling Marine was asking a little girl. The little girl was sitting obediently on the chair, holding an ice cream cone in her hand, her face

The tear stains have been wiped clean.

In the corner on the other side, a military doctor wearing a Marine Corps uniform and a white coat was operating on a man with a head injury. Next to him, an embassy staff member in a white shirt acted as his assistant.

The blood stains were shocking, but the staff didn't notice them at all.

"Is my injury serious? Will I die?" A young man kept asking. His injury should not be serious, after all, he was very angry.

 “Well, you can live for at least fifty years.” The Marine with a serious expression looked serious, and the young man laughed through his tears.

"Get out of here, I don't need your help, you damn southern Africans" There was also a discordant scene. A boy who looked seriously injured was still struggling when he was carried into the hall.

Molly was very curious, wondering how the Marines would treat this ungrateful guy.

Southern Africans never disappoint. An officer wearing the rank of second lieutenant had a cold expression and pointed calmly at the door.

The two Marines who were carrying the young man immediately carried him away. The young man who had been so excited just now was stunned.

At this time, you still dare to shout, and you really think that all people in southern Africa are holy mothers.

Jasmine subconsciously grabbed the milk in her hand. She was really worried about the young man's health.

 The young man’s leg was twisted at an abnormal angle. He must have been fractured. If he did not get timely help, he would probably not be able to fully recover.

"There is no way, our abilities are limited and our resources are limited." The young lady's expression did not change at all.

“Doctors, isn’t it their bounden duty to save lives and heal the wounded?” Jasmine discussed this issue seriously.

“Yes, but we are not doctors, we are soldiers!” The young lady was calm and calm. The bounden duty of soldiers is to obey orders.

Jasmine stopped talking. She was sensitively aware that when others need help, the Marines will indeed provide help to the best of their ability, but only within their ability.

Jasmine believes that if the injured were a Southern African, the Marines would do their best.

However, southern Africans will not repay kindness with hatred.

 After taking a short rest in the hall, Jasmine prepared to leave the embassy.

The young lady thoughtfully asked Jasmine if she needed a taxi. If necessary, the embassy would call a taxi for Jasmine.

While waiting for a taxi, Jasmine noticed that the young man who was so arrogant just now was wailing loudly next to the square.

There were police officers on duty nearby, but no one even looked at the young man.

"Please help me, I'm an American." I don't know if the young man regrets it now. The sound is quite miserable.

"Wait, we have called the hospital for you. You'd better tell your family to prepare a check, cash is also acceptable." The policeman looked at the young man with a slightly mocking look. American hospitals are not cheap.

 The medical system in the United States is also divided into public and private sectors. Most hospitals are of good quality, but there is also a shortage of medical resources.

 Public medical resources are in short supply at all times. Although the cost is relatively low, medical treatment requires an appointment.

  Doctors in the United States are members of the upper class. Their working hours are fixed every day, and the number of patients they receive is also fixed. When the off-duty time comes, they must get off work on time, even if there are tens of thousands of people queuing behind them.

 I won’t discuss whether the condition is urgent here. If you really can’t afford to wait, you can go to an expensive private hospital.

 Private hospitals only care about money. As long as they have money, they can provide comprehensive medical services at any time.

 But if there is no money, private hospitals are not charities, they are commercial enterprises with the purpose of profit.

“I have no family, please send me to a public hospital.” The young man had runny nose and tears, looking miserable.

“The phone number I am calling for you is the public hospital. As for when the car to pick you up will come, it depends on God’s will.” The policeman’s expression was indifferent. The policeman has seen this kind of thing too many times and it happens every day.