It was an ordinary morning in 1999, and 35-year-old Ouchi was working as usual at a nuclear fuel company's factory. With a shovel in hand, he carefully poured the uranium octaoxide powder into the trough.
The colleague next to him, Xiao Yuanren, poured nitrate solution into the reaction tank bucket by bucket.
"We'll have to pick up the pace, I have something to do in the afternoon. Ouchi said to Shinohara as he worked.
"You're right, why don't we do a little trick?" Shinoren tilted his head and thought for a while, "Otherwise, we will just pour all the materials into the reaction pool, and anyway, we will have to carry out a chemical reaction there in the end."
Ouchi pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "It's okay, just to finish today's task early, I'll go get a stainless steel funnel." ”
They changed the procedure and began pouring the uranium octaoxide powder and nitrate solution directly through a funnel into the sedimentation tank.
The faces of the three of them changed abruptly, and their hearts were horrified. They threw down their belongings, pushed open the door of the workshop and quickly fled the scene.
After the accident, Ouchi was secretly transferred to a single-room isolation ward at Nogami Hospital in Ibaraki Prefecture. The entire floor has been cleared of other patients for the treatment and research of radiation patients.
"Are you feeling okay?" The attending doctor, Kitagawa, asked with concern, "Do you have any symptoms of dizziness and nausea?"
"I don't feel anything special at the moment. Ouchi looked out the window, looking a little dazed.
For the first week, Ouchi did not show any obvious physical abnormalities, and Dr. Kitagawa was temporarily relieved when he checked the report. However, the results of the blood test in the second week surprised all the medical staff.
"How can this number of white blood cells fall to one-tenth of the normal value?! It's hard to survive!" Kitagawa's hands trembled slightly, and he sat down in his chair.
At this time, Ouchi didn't know that his immune system was almost collapsing. He looked down at his gauze-wrapped right hand, and felt only a dull pain. His heart is full of thoughts and worries about the future and his family.
Two weeks later, the abnormalities in Ouchi's body became more and more obvious. Dr. Kitagawa carefully removed the gauze on his right hand and prepared to apply the medicine. However, when he gently touched the back of his hand with a cotton swab, a large patch of tattered skin and flesh were glued down.
"How so?!" Kitagawa took two steps back in horror, and Ouchi moaned in pain. Doctors soon discovered that the skin all over his body had become fragile and would fall off at the slightest touch.
"Nuclear radiation has destroyed the chromosomes, and your metabolic system has begun to break down. Kitagawa lamented and ordered the nurse to wrap Ouchi's whole body tightly with gauze, like a mummy.
A month later, Ouchi's lung function was also accelerating. Doctors had to intubate him for oxygen, but the slightest touch to the tube could puncture it.
"Please...... Let me go! Don't torture me anymore......"
Kitagawa pushed the instrument cart away with an expressionless face, allowing Ouchihisa's desperate and painful moans to echo in the air.
In the days that followed, Dr. Kitagawa used all kinds of medical methods to forcibly extend Ouchi's dying life. In addition to the basic management work, they also do all kinds of experiments and observations on Ouchi's broken body.
"Don't ...... I beg you...... I don't want to live anymore......" Ouchi's weak voice came from the hospital bed. However, Kitagawa just recorded the data displayed by the instrument and the lesions on his body with a blank face.
The value of this radiation-eroded body to medical research was so great that they simply couldn't give up using it. As a result, the sedative and nutrient solution continued to flow into Ouchihisa's body through the tube, and the daily examination and observation continued.
Finally, after 83 days of painful torture, Ouchi's body gradually failed in extreme despair. What had once been a living man was now a puddle of molten flesh and stench of rotting.
Kitagawa closed the data log book, still without any emotion on his face. He took off his mask, walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him.
Ouchi's brutal and painful death is enough to show that the tremendous damage caused by nuclear radiation to the human body is unimaginable. It is capable of destroying life from the depths of cells, leaving people to decay alive to death for months.
The Japanese government's decision to discharge the nuclear sewage this time is tantamount to using the sea to create 10 million "Ouchi Ku" again. It is impossible to estimate how many lives in the Pacific Ocean will die out in agony as a result, and entire ecosystems will be damaged beyond recovery.
Humanity is supposed to be united in defending this planet. The selfishness and cowardice of a government have no right to put the lives of all mankind at risk. This terrible act, which harms the interests of all mankind, will be condemned by all the forces of justice and will remain on the pillar of shame in history.
We call on all countries and peoples to exert pressure on Japan to put an end to the implementation of this terrible decision. At the same time, it is also necessary to reflect on the proper use of technology to prevent it from harming more innocent lives in order to satisfy its interests.