Luke didn't stop him.
The man was very gentle, and Luke could tell through Mental Communication that he didn't mean any harm.
Besides, he didn't have any weapons, strong muscles, or signs of training. He was just an ordinary person, or rather, a weak otaku.
Selina came up at that moment. Seeing Bruce, she asked curiously, "Is this a doctor?"
Roused by her words, Bruce turned around and said, "She's lost too much blood. It's very dangerous. Where are the paramedics? She needs surgery as soon as possible, not as a temporary measure to stop the bleeding. "
Luke didn't say anything and looked at Dustin.
"Dr. Banner, I heard Jennifer mention you before." Seeing Bruce's anxious eyes, Dustin slapped his face hard. "The ambulance is on its way. There are professional doctors on it, but they can't fly here."
Bruce could also see Dustin's nervousness and helplessness. Since the ambulance was on its way, there was no point in saying anything more.
He could only pace back and forth. "Then we have to hurry. Jennifer's not in good condition."
Luke silently accepted the first-aid kit that Selina gave him and examined a few injections.
If there was a problem later, he could rely on the first-aid kit to stall for time.
More importantly, Gold Nugget had quietly followed him.
He pulled the dog head to a side room and quickly typed on his phone for it to see.
The dog head shook its head when it saw the request on his phone. Are you kidding me? Gold Nugget could heal its body at full speed. How could it only repair the major blood vessels?
But under Luke's gaze, it could only type a simple phrase on the phone: "Uncontrollable."
Luke scratched his head. Gold Nugget could save Jennifer.
Dustin and her cousin Bruce had seen it with their own eyes, and Jennifer was bleeding internally.
How were they going to explain that her wounds were all gone when the paramedics arrived?
Being able to instantly heal from a near-death injury was something that many bigshots paid close attention to.
Suddenly, he heard Dustin cry from outside. "What? Isn't she type B? "
Bruce was stunned. "She's Rh-negative, a type B. Wait, you didn't just give her regular type B blood, did you? "
Dustin was vexed. "I heard from her that she's type B."
Bruce said, "It's troublesome to explain blood types to people who don't know anything. If it's not necessary, we usually just say that we're type B."
Luke walked out and frowned. "Boss, ask the ambulance what kind of blood bags they brought."
Dustin called again with an awful look on his face. "They're carrying regular type B blood. In addition, there has been a shortage of Rh-negative blood recently, and the hospital doesn't have much in stock. "
Just then, his phone rang again.
Dustin's face darkened. "I'll send someone over right away."
After hanging up the phone, he said, "The ambulance is two blocks away. It collided with a few suspected drunk drivers. They're blocking the ambulance and refusing to let it go."
Luke rolled his eyes. "Selina, go get the ambulance. Don't waste time."
Selena turned around and left.
If the other police officers went over, they would probably give him a few words of advice.
Since Luke had asked her to go over, that meant that he should just attack and shut up.
As Dustin's loyal subordinate, he naturally had to support him at a critical moment like this.
Luke gave Gold Nugget a look, and the dog head immediately followed him out.
Without this guy, it wouldn't be safe for Selina to go out. There was no guarantee that she wouldn't run into a lunatic.
After that, he looked at Bruce. "Mr. Banner, did you say that you usually say that you're type B?"
Bruce nodded blankly.
"So, you're also Rh-negative?" asked Luke.
Bruce nodded again.
Luke searched the first-aid kit and took out an IV. "Let me ask you something first. You don't have any infectious diseases, do you?"
Bruce shook his head. "No, it's only been a month since my last checkup."
"Now, are you ready to donate blood to save your cousin, Mr. Banner?" Mr. Banner, "Luke asked as he looked at the man's honest face.
Bruce: "What?"
A moment later, Bruce lay down on the couch next to his cousin Jennifer. There were needles and IV tubes in his hands, and his blood was being transferred to Jennifer.
Dustin finally relaxed a little. After a moment of hesitation, he gestured at Luke.
They walked out into the hallway. Dustin looked around and gestured at the black satchel in his hand. "It's a huge problem. I need to ask you if you're going to take this case. "
Luke reached for the satchel and took out a thick case file. "You were almost killed to keep your mouth shut. How can I not take it?"
Dustin looked around and said in a low voice, "They're here to kill Jennifer, not me."
Luke was stunned. "Then why did you …"
Dustin knew what he meant and smiled bitterly. "I received a call from Jennifer when I came out for dinner today. She said that she made a big discovery in the case and wanted to consult me."
Luke nodded to show that he understood, and continued reading the case file.
A moment later, he raised his head and asked in a low voice, "Elsworth?"
Dustin nodded slightly. "Do you know how Jennifer met me?"
Luke shook his head.
"Because of you," Dustin said. "She noticed you after you dealt with Dylan Elsworth last time, and wanted to get in touch with you through me."
Luke was lost for words. How did it become you saving the damsel in distress?
After a simple handover, they returned to their rooms.
Luke found the photocopier in Jennifer's room and made a copy of the case file. He then put the copy back into the case file, stuffed it into the black satchel, and threw it in a corner of Jennifer's room.
Naturally, the original case file went into his own backpack.
…
Five minutes later, the paramedics rushed into the room with a stretcher. "Where's the patient?"
Everyone pointed at Jennifer on the sofa.
A doctor quickly checked her, and was shocked when he saw the simple blood transfusion device. "What are you doing? She can die from a direct blood transfusion like this, do you understand? "
Luke said, "We do! She's been shot for more than ten minutes, and she has Rh-negative blood. This gentleman was her cousin, and they shared the same blood. Doctor, what you need to do is start the emergency treatment as soon as possible. "
The doctor was lost for words.
They didn't have Rh-negative blood in the car. What he said just now was just a subconscious reaction.
The moment he said that, the doctor realized what was going on.
This kind of emergency blood transfusion was clearly a battlefield technique, and was a last-minute life-saving measure under limited conditions. Naturally, it wouldn't completely follow the hospital's emergency treatment rules.
If the woman had been given a blood transfusion at the hospital, she might not have survived.
"Take her downstairs," the doctor said simply. Then, he looked at Bruce. "Sir, you'd better come with us. We don't have any Rh-negative blood bags."
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