I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 234 Go to the hospital

At this moment, regardless of how many plans and thoughts Owen had in his mind, Xia Qingdai had already made a new move.

She decided to leave the city first and send Owen to a safe place. After she took care of the wound on her hand, she could think about revenge.

Now she is holding the pumpkin carriage in her hands and cannot leave the glass jar to go to the living room to dig up her little hammer.

But she still didn't dare to take pictures of the little people and buildings below with her bare hands.

Imagine, would you be able to pat a hornet's nest with your hands?

It’s not that it can’t be photographed, it’s that it’s not necessary. One bite is just a pustule, why bother!

It's obvious that you can attack without any damage, just pour boiling water or hit bricks, so why risk your palm being punctured?

The sanitary conditions in London in the 18th century were so poor. It would be terrible if some virus or bacteria came back.

Not to mention anything else, just asking for a tetanus shot was enough to cause her pain.

Having made her decision, Xia Qingdai no longer hesitated and said to Owen: "Owen, sit down, let's leave the city first!"

Just as she was about to move, Xia Qingdai suddenly remembered, oh my god, she doesn't know the direction! Which direction should we fly outside the city?
Owen seemed to hear her voice, raised his head and said: "Goddess, south, fly south!"

Seeing that Xia Qingdai's face was still stunned, he added: "Six o'clock direction."

"Oh." Xia Qingdai suddenly understood, and quickly led Owen to move southward.

The people in ambush below watched helplessly as the pumpkin carriage flew further and further away.

"Captain, are you chasing me?"

"Chase!"

The chief officer spat, clamped his horse's belly, and led his men and horses with guns in pursuit of the pumpkin carriage in the sky.

Although the carriage in the sky was flying faster than their horses, the golden pumpkin carriage was so easy to recognize that there was no need to worry about losing it.

It doesn't matter if you are far away, but they will be scared if you are too close. After all, they can fly and do magic!

After flying all the way out of London and arriving at a mountaintop plain a few miles outside the city, Xia Qingdai put down the pumpkin carriage.

Then he quickly retracted his hand and checked his wounds.

There were two wounds on the edge of the palm and one on the arm. They were both bullet scratches. The wounds were not small, and the blood had not clotted for so long.

It seems that at least two stitches are needed, otherwise there will be constant bleeding.

It was late at night in Jiangcheng, and her brother Xia Shanglu was already asleep. She couldn't wake him up.

She also didn't feel comfortable leaving Owen alone on the mountaintop plain. Although Owen had a gun on him, it was still dangerous because there were so many people attacking them. He had to find something to protect him.

With her excellent eyesight, Xia Qingdai went to the living room in the dark to dig out the medical kit, took gauze and band-aids and bandaged herself briefly, then turned her head to search for a suitable shelter.

"Yes!" Xia Qingdai finally stopped at the drone.

She immediately grabbed the drone and the ribbon on the packaging box and entered the room. She saw Owen below who had stepped out of the carriage and was standing next to a tree looking down.

"Owen, are they catching up?" Xia Qingdai asked as she grabbed the pumpkin carriage, placed it on top of the drone, and tied it tightly with a ribbon.

As long as there is no living thing, Xia Qingdai can easily take things out of the glass jar. After fixing the pumpkin carriage, Xia Qingdai put the drone down and said to Owen: "Owen, sit up quickly, the ground is still dangerous. I want to leave for a while, you sit here and wait for me."

Irving paused and said, "Maybe I have a better chance of sneaking back to London."

Xia Qingdai was frightened by the other party's unruly sneak attack and did not agree to do this: "No, after all, you have no official position and are not a noble. The city of London is weak and you only have a group of servants. For the security team, It’s just a mob, with no power to fight back. It’s too dangerous to go back, so just wait until I come back and leave it to me!”

Owen wanted to say something more, but when he saw Xia Qingdai's pale face in the clouds, he changed his mouth and said, "Okay."

He could feel Xia Qingdai's weakness, and even smelled a trace of blood floating in the air - the goddess's wound had not yet healed.

After watching Owen get on the pumpkin carriage, Xia Qingdai started the drone and let it hover in the sky.

This height should be able to protect Owen from being hit by the ground, because this is the limit of the height of a living body limited by metaphysical power from the ground of Lilliput.

"Owen, I'm leaving, please be careful."

"Okay, be careful too."

"I'm safe, don't worry."

After talking to Owen, and watching the drone hovering safely over Lilliput, Xia Qingdai took her mobile phone and quietly went out.

However, when booking an online car-hailing service, Xia Qingdai hesitated, and finally gritted her teeth and directly set her destination at the Affiliated Hospital of Jiangnan University.

This costs 43 yuan in taxi fare, which is enough for Xia Qingdai to ride the bus for a month.

However, there is Eucommia ulmoides in the emergency surgery department of Jiang University. He is a person who can make tricks with sutures. Even the 2,000 to 3,000-cm beauty needles in the beauty salon are not as capable as him.

He is a suture monster who can perfectly sew with No. 0 thread.

So the taxi fare is definitely worth spending.

Xia Qingdai didn't have Eucommia's contact information, so she couldn't ask him in advance whether he was on duty today. But she was 80% sure that he was in the hospital.

After all, the man with dark circles under his eyes all day long is a night owl. I don't see him much during the day, but I spend most of my time in the hospital at night, so I don't have to worry about not being able to find him.

Sure enough, when she got out of the car and walked into the emergency surgery hall, Xia Qingdai saw the man wearing noise-cancelling earplugs and holding a book.

Hearing someone coming in, Du Zhong also raised his head.

He hated the hustle and bustle of the city, but enjoyed the tense atmosphere of a hospital emergency department. In fact, when he was a child, there was a famous Chinese medicine doctor in the county who wanted to accept him as his apprentice because he had the natural ability of seeing and hearing, and he was a good candidate to learn Chinese medicine.

But he refused. He didn't like the uncertainty of Chinese medicine, and he liked the standardization of Western medicine. Everything has standardized units of measurement, and even rescue has standard procedures.

This standard and the patients who gave timely feedback under the standard fascinated him and could relieve the depression caused by his hypersensitive hearing, vision and smell.

So since he started interning at the hospital, he has taken on most of the night shifts. With him here, the attending doctors on duty can basically get a full night's sleep.

For patients who come to the emergency room in the middle of the night, the serious treatment cannot be dealt with and they need to be shaken up. For non-serious cases like Xia Qingdai, Eucommia ulmoides can handle it better than the attending treatment.

Xia Qingdai took the registration form and walked up to Du Zhong: "Senior Brother Du, hello, I accidentally cut myself and I want you to stitch it up, can you?"

"Okay, sit here." Eucommia ulmoides put down the book, walked to the edge and started the standard seven-step hand washing method, then walked to Xia Qingdai and started the standard disinfection and debridement...

Xia Qingdai looked at the deep eyebrows similar to Owen's above the Eucommia mask, and couldn't help but ask: "Senior Brother Du, are you a mixed race?"

Du Zhong didn't even raise his eyes and said coldly: "No, don't talk."