Doctor Zhao, help!

Chapter 204 Thrilling
after an hour.

Dispose of indoors.

"Doctor, the film is out."

The yellow-haired young man handed the emergency head CT film to Zhao Sheng and said.

"Doctor, is he okay?"

"We really just had a barbecue together, and while we were eating, he said he had a headache, and then he started pulling his hair, picked up a wine bottle, and smashed it on his head."

The yellow-haired social youth couldn't help but explain.

"From the head CT scan, there is no intracranial bleeding. Just treat the wound and suture it."

Zhao Sheng looked at the head CT film and said to the yellow-haired social youth.

"Okay, okay."

The yellow-haired social youth nodded, obviously relieved.

"How did you know him?"

The more Zhao Sheng looked at this middle-aged man, the more suspicious he became. Just now, he had already called Officer Song Botao.

"We met him once in a nightclub. He said he would lead us to do big business and make a lot of money."

The yellow-haired social youth said casually.

Obviously, although he has dyed yellow hair and a third eye tattooed on his forehead, which makes him look very naughty, he may not have even entered the mixed society, and at most he is qualified to be a pawn. .

At this time, something unexpected happened.

The middle-aged man, who had been motionless and had been in a state of drunkenness, suddenly opened his eyes, started clawing at his body with his hands, and kept shouting in horror: "There are ants, there are ants crawling!"

"Ah! It tickles me to death!"

The middle-aged man grabbed his neck and face with both hands. Just a few strokes left a few blood marks on his neck and face.

"Settle down, quickly!"

"Hold him!"

When Zhao Sheng saw the middle-aged man like this, he immediately reacted, picked up the quilt on the bedside, wrapped the middle-aged man's hands and held them down, and then said to Sun Li.

After hearing Zhao Sheng's words, Brother Ao and Huang Mao immediately pressed the quilt with both hands. The young man with a short head threw himself on the quilt to hold him down. In this way, with the combined efforts of Brother Ao, Huang Mao and Not Tou, they managed to force themselves out. He held down the middle-aged man who kept struggling and screaming.

"Huh!"

"It's quite strong!"

Brother Ao said as if he didn't expect it. This middle-aged man looked so thin, but when he struggled, the three adult men could hardly hold it down. This reminded Brother Ao of those crazy beasts in the zoo.

"what happened to him?"

At this moment, Huang Mao finally felt scared.

Although he and his friends established a [Sky Eye Gang] after graduating from vocational high school, and everyone who joined the [Sky Eye Gang] had a third eye tattooed on their forehead, but to be honest, it was just a small fight, at best. Just blow up the streets together or something.

This is also easy to understand. If this [Sky Eye Gang] is really committing crimes, it would be easy to catch.

Got a tattoo on your forehead?
It's the help of Tianyan, catch him!
"Doctor Zhao."

Sun Li has already drawn a Valium and put on thickened surgical rubber gloves.

"Inject directly into the muscle, pay attention to protection."

Zhao Sheng and Brother Ao continued to press the middle-aged man's hands with the quilt and gave instructions to Sun Li.

"OK, Got it."

Sun Li nodded.

Soon, one of them settled down, and the middle-aged man finally stopped struggling, his hands dropped weakly, and fell asleep again.

"You can let go."

Seeing that the middle-aged man had fallen asleep deeply, Zhao Sheng wiped his sweat, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said to Brother Ao and the two social youths.

"Put the syringe in the sealed bag and the gloves as well." Zhao Sheng asked Sun Li again.

"it is good."

Sun Li nodded.

"Doctor, he won't, won't have that kind of disease, right?!"

Seeing Zhao Sheng being so careful, holding down the middle-aged man's hands with a quilt, and packing the used syringe specially, Xiao Huangmao seemed to have thought of something, and said to Zhao Sheng in great horror.

You know, just two hours ago, he was eating and drinking with this middle-aged man at the barbecue stall, hooking up and dreaming of making a lot of money with the middle-aged man!

But when he thought about what kind of infectious disease this middle-aged man might have, especially that kind of disease, he felt a little creepy.

He is still young and he still wants to enjoy life!
Zhao Sheng did not answer, but looked outside the processing room, because Song Botao and another trainee police officer had already arrived at the door of the processing room.

As soon as he came in and saw this middle-aged man, Song Botao immediately felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. Song Botao immediately took out the handcuffs, quickly stepped forward, and handcuffed the middle-aged man's right wrist to the railing of the hospital bed. .

Seeing Song Botao's quick reaction, no matter how slow Xiao Huangmao and Cun Tou felt, they realized something was wrong.

"Uncle policeman, I didn't do anything, I just had a barbecue with him!"

"Really, we just drank in the nightclub and didn't do anything else!"

Xiao Huangmao, who had a relatively poor psychological quality, was already shouting at this moment.

"Officer Song, what is this?"

Seeing Song Botao move so quickly, Zhao Sheng confirmed what he was thinking, but still asked.

"Dr. Zhao, thank you for contacting us in time. I can't say more about the specific situation and the circumstances of the case."

Song Botao said gratefully to Zhao Sheng.

If everyone was as vigilant as Zhao Sheng, it would be great for them to be police officers.

"You also need to assist in the investigation."

Song Botao said to Huang Mao and Cun Tou again.

"Uncle policeman, I really didn't do anything. Really, this tattoo on my head is not a real tattoo, it's a tattoo sticker!"

Xiao Huangmao said with a sad face. After saying that, he spat a few mouthfuls on his hand and began to wipe it on his forehead. Soon, the "third eye" on his forehead was blurred.

Seeing Xiao Huangmao like this, Cun Tou, who was trying to be calm, was showing off his skills.

This is a tattoo sticker!

Seeing Xiao Huangmao and Cun Tou vigorously wiping their forehead tattoos, Zhao Sheng was instantly speechless.

"If there's anything going on with you guys, we won't know until we go back to investigate. Let's go."

When Song Botao saw the two social youths like this, a smile appeared on their serious faces.

"Dr. Zhao, how is this person's condition now?"

Song Botao asked again.

"Judging from the results of the head CT, there is no intracranial bleeding, and the wound on the forehead only needs debridement and suturing."

"Officer Song, does he have a history of drug addiction? It seems that he had an addiction to drug just now."

Zhao Sheng briefly explained the situation, and then asked Song Botao.

"Yes, I have a history of smoking D for almost ten years."

"Doctor Zhao, please treat his wound. We will take him back when he wakes up in the morning."

Song Botao said.

"okay."

Zhao Sheng nodded.

(End of this chapter)