I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 452 Am I a Policeman?

The highway was dark and silent late at night. Sitting in the car on the way back to Jiangcheng, Xia Shanglu tilted his head slightly, leaned back in the car seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Xia Qingdai held her brother's injured wrist with great concern, trying desperately to inject the power of faith into his body, but to no avail.

Now the power of faith in her body can only be output in the form of true qi, which only has the effect of clearing the meridians. It is not as magical as the most primitive power of faith that can directly transform the body.

Even so, the constant flow of true energy into the body still made Xia Shanglu feel a lot more comfortable.

"Are you taking my pulse? Don't waste your energy. I'm fine, your brother. I was just stabbed. It was on my hand, not on my body." Xia Shanglu still remembered the indescribable feeling when Xia Qingdai took his pulse, which was similar to the current situation, so he said this.

Xia Qingdai pursed her lips and didn't reply immediately.

In fact, she felt a little resentful towards herself. If she hadn't asked Wang Yanzeng out, her brother wouldn't have to suffer this unprovoked disaster. What if this hand didn't recover well? What should she do?

So what if they are police officers? They are also family members of others, and they have people who care about them the most. Do they have to sacrifice themselves for others?
She already had a selfless father and didn't want to lose her only relative. To her, nothing in the world could compare to a brother who depended on her for everything.

Just thinking about the scene just now made her feel scared. A person who had lost his mind and was holding a knife in his hand was extremely dangerous. In a one-on-one situation, he might lose his life with his bare hands.

After all, people are very fragile, and a casual injury to an aorta can be the end of them. This is not a plot in a martial arts novel, where martial arts masters can easily snatch a blade with their bare hands.

Chinese officials have a fear of insufficient firepower, so they won't let the police take risks easily. Many to one is the norm. Even if they go out to crack down on prostitution, they have to have a team of people.

The more Xia Qingdai thought about it, the more scared she became. She couldn't help but mutter, "Brother, how could you catch the knife with your bare hands just now? It's too dangerous. I was scared to death. You didn't even think about your own safety first."

In the darkness, Xia Shanglu did not open his eyes, but said softly: "I am a policeman."

Xia Qingdai curled her lips and said nothing more, and the carriage became quiet again.

The driver was the driver of Yan Shaohua's friend. He remained silent the whole time and just concentrated on driving, which made the Xia brothers and sisters relax a lot.

Xia Qingdai called Du Zhong on the way and explained the situation. The other party was not on duty today and had already gone to bed. After receiving the call, he got up again, swiped a shared bicycle, and rode from the doctoral student dormitory to the hospital.

The nurse, who was a little drowsy at first, perked up when she saw Du Zhong coming over late at night. She asked curiously, "Doctor Du, what kind of patients do you want today? I'll keep an eye on them for you?"

"Thank you. A friend's brother was injured, and I came to help him sew up."

"Oh, you must have worked so hard, so late at night." The nurse praised her, and then said, "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"No, thank you." Du Zhong nodded slightly to the nurse and gave a standard social smile.

When Xia Qingdai and the others arrived at the Affiliated Hospital of Jiangda University, Du Zhong was already waiting in the emergency surgery room. All kinds of suturing instruments and anesthetics were ready, waiting for Xia Shanglu's injured hand.

In the entire Jiangcheng hospital, Du Zhong is really the best in terms of suturing. Being a doctor is a profession that requires talent, and Du Zhong is one of those people with extraordinary talent. First of all, if you don't shake your hands, you have already won over thousands of people.

Xia Shanglu had heard Xia Qingdai talk about how great the suturing skills of the awesome Senior Brother Du were before, so now as he sat in the treatment room, facing Du Zhong, he did not look down on the other party at all because of his overly handsome face.

"Thank you for your help, Senior Brother Du." Xia Qingdai said politely before starting the suturing.

"Yeah." Du Zhong responded softly, without saying much, and started washing his hands step by step.

In fact, in the emergency surgery treatment room, most of the injuries are minor, and no one is too particular about it. The seven-step hand washing and disinfection process is not that strict.

But Du Zhong is different. He likes to be sure of everything and will never skip any steps due to laziness, so he washes his hands meticulously.

"Come, I'll clean your wound and give you anesthesia first." The lady who was on duty tonight and could work with Eucommia ulmoides was in a good mood. Scientists have said that looking at beautiful women for 10 minutes every day can help you live longer.

Xia Shanglu's hand had been cleaned once before in the emergency room of Haicheng, but now it needed to be sutured, so of course it had to be disinfected and cleaned again. This was not a problem for the experienced emergency surgery nurses at Jiangnan University Hospital.

Although suturing is just the simplest minor operation in surgery, it is still an operation after all. Once the suturing begins, Du Zhong becomes fully focused.

Xia Shanglu's hand injury this time was quite serious. If he met an average surgeon, and the blood vessels and nerves were not reconnected properly, it is possible that he would not be able to fully recover the function of his hand in the future, and he would not be able to do delicate manual work.

Fortunately, he met Du Zhong, a genius doctor blessed by God. Not only did he have super hearing and vision, but he had also mastered various suturing techniques to perfection, reaching the level of a master.

His suturing skills are better than those of ordinary surgeons, and not just a little bit better. When it comes to single-round suturing, even the chief of surgery at the affiliated hospital doesn't dare to say that his skills are better than his, after all, young people don't have trembling hands.

What seemed like a particularly long minute or two to Xia Qingdai and Xia Shanglu was just a blink of an eye to Du Zhong.

"It's sewn. Keep the wound away from water in the next few days, and make sure to clean the wound and change the dressing." Du Zhong is very confident in his suturing skills and is sure that the patient's hand function can be restored to normal.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Du. How is my brother's hand?"

"It's nothing serious. The suturing operation was very successful. Pay attention to the subsequent hand rehabilitation and it will basically recover normal function."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Du!" Xia Qingdai finally laughed when she heard that and let out a long breath.

She knew that Du Zhong was definitely not a person who talked nonsense, and the success he talked about was real success.

"Well, you're welcome." Du Zhong nodded politely and began to take off his gloves and wash his hands.

The nurse next to her took over the bandaging work. She also knew Xia Qingdai and said to her with a smile: "Xiao Xia, Dr. Du will do it himself, so what are you worried about!"

Xia Qingdai smiled at the nurse and said, "That's right."