The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 248 First Aid
The Saab class driven by Jack arrived at the farm 60 kilometers away in less than half an hour.

This is indeed a small farm, less than 4 hectares, which is eight or nine acres.

The main building is a large wooden house with only one floor. From the outside, it looks like there are at least seven or eight rooms. There are also a few scattered wooden houses around, all of which are common barns, garages, tool storages and the like on farms.

"Jiejie, check around, don't enter the house, be careful of explosives."

Considering that this guy committed suicide with a grenade and had a military background, the two of them did not rush into the house to search rashly. This guy made up his mind to pull the police behind him, who knows if he will set up some traps at home.

"Angela!"

"Angela Miller!"

Jack turned half a circle around the wooden house, calling out the name of the kidnapped while listening carefully to the movement inside.

Jiejie walked towards the garage 60 meters away. There was a large flower garden surrounded by a fence, but it was just blocked by the garage, so she couldn't see clearly what was planted behind it.

Jack picked up a shovel casually from the ground, and was thinking about breaking a window on the side of the wooden house to observe the situation inside.

Suddenly, a gunshot sounded not far away. It was the garage where Jiejie went to check, but this sound was not the gunshot of the Glock equipped by the FBI, but a typical rifle gunshot. Jiejie was in danger!
"Bang!" Another gunshot, Glock's counterattack, but again only one.

"Fake!"

Jack threw down his shovel and drew his gun as he ran. He had just rounded the cabin when there was a piercing sound of burning tires, followed by a loud bang.

An old brown Ford pickup smashed through the back door of the garage, kicked up a cloud of dust, and seemed to want to get away.

"Bang bang bang!"

Without hesitation, Jack emptied the Glock's magazine while running towards the pickup truck nearly [-] meters away. He didn't expect to hit anything with this distance and shooting posture, he was just shooting from cover.

Because he can't see the cleanliness at all from his current position, the most important thing is to rush to her as soon as possible to check her safety.

Jack finished shooting the Glock bullets, didn't bother to change the magazine at all, and just put the holster in his waist, and was about to take out the FK7.5 under his armpit, when a scream from Jiejie made him ignore the pickup truck, Speed ​​up and run towards the flower garden.

"Jack, come on, she's going to die."

Jack ran all the way, ignoring the pickup truck that was going away, and rushed to the location where Jiejie's voice came from.

On the side of the garage is a large rose garden. Jiejie is holding a woman in her arms and sitting down under a dead cherry tree.

"Help, I can't stop her blood."

Jack knelt down on one knee and took the woman from her hand, but looked at Jiejie's face first. There was a long bloodstain on her cheek, and the clothes on the right shoulder were still damaged, revealing the scratched skin.

"I'm fine. When I found her, the guy was about to stab the second time. I pulled out my gun to warn, but there was no shooting angle."

Jack nodded. Jiejie was injured by the splintered edge after the bullet hit the wooden board. As long as her eyes were not injured, I can talk about the rest later.

So he lowered his head and concentrated on treating the woman's wound. The woman's injury was quite fatal. She was stabbed in the left chest, which was quite close to the heart. The lung must have been damaged, and an open pneumothorax appeared.

Jack first used his healing skills to save her life, and then directly tore the other party's clothes. Now is not the time to think about what's left.

"There is a first aid kit in the car, I need a first aid kit and a thoracentesis kit, quick!"

Jiejie didn't care that she was still bleeding, she turned around and ran towards the Sabo class they were driving.

Jack directly took out his mobile phone and called the emergency number. Fortunately, although this place is a bit remote, there was no such thing as a lack of signal.

While he was on the phone, he continued to use his healing skills. There was nothing he could do. Although he could use his skills to secretly repair the main blood vessels and shrink the internal wound, pretending that the wound was not deep, the lungs of the injured were full of blood at the moment, and he might suffocate at any time.

"Angela Miller?"

After hanging up the phone, Jack called out to the woman in his arms, slapped her on the cheek, trying to keep her awake.

The woman opened her eyes with difficulty, and blood foamed from her mouth.

"Hey listen to me, we're the FBI, I just met Mike, he's fine, I promise I'll help him find his mother."

Hearing her son's name, the woman's eyes widened suddenly, and she grabbed Jack's arm forcefully.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine, I'm here, hold on, your husband and son are waiting for you."

Although the cliche comfort in his mouth was like the kind of dialogue in American TV dramas where the other party would die in a second, Jack only felt that his heavy heart was finally completely let go.

As long as you don't lose your breath, people can't die in his hands. Now you just need to keep the other person awake. He is not a professional emergency doctor. It is very important for him to keep the patient awake in the next emergency work, otherwise he can only do it in the clean A miracle was performed in front of Jie.

"It's all here."

Jiejie threw off her high heels and ran back and forth barefoot. When she ran in front of Jack, her feet went limp and she fell down in front of the two of them.

Jack didn't care to help her, and reached out to hold the first-aid kit, opened it and found a first-aid kit and a thoracentesis kit inside.

He first tore off the sterile side of the first aid kit, stuck it close to the wound, and sealed the chest cavity. Jiejie helped fold a triangular bandage and handed it over for pressure bandaging.

Jack then tore open the thoracentesis bag, took out the ARS trocar from inside, found the second rib on the mid-clavicular line, inserted it in the middle, let the catheter enter the pleural cavity, pulled out the rubber needle inside, and removed the small valve on the needle , set on the catheter.

This scene looked rather horrifying, but it was the best first aid method for traumatic pneumothorax, and it could successfully restore the injured chest to a negative pressure state.

"Okay, you're fine, we just need to send you to the hospital."

While comforting the woman, Jack took out an oropharyngeal ventilation tube, which was used to prevent her tongue from falling back and blocking the trachea in case the other party was unconscious.

"Relax, relax, this thing is a bit uncomfortable, but it can be prevented in case."

The state of the wounded stabilized temporarily, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief, only then did Jack notice that the wound on Jiejie's cheek was still bleeding.

"Don't move, I'll help you deal with it first."

Jack held her head and carefully cleaned up the wounds on her cheeks and shoulders, as if the two hadn't had such close contact since returning to Los Angeles.

Hearing the sound of the police siren in the distance, Jiejie twisted her body unnaturally, but in the end she had no intention of avoiding it.

(End of this chapter)