Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 733

Luke didn’t stop him.

The man had a gentle temperament, and Luke’s Mental Connection told them that the man didn’t mean any harm.

Besides, he had no weapons, no muscles, and no signs of training. He was just an ordinary person, or rather, a weak geek.

Selina came up at that moment. When she saw Bruce, she asked curiously, “Is he a doctor?”

Bruce came back to his senses at her words and turned around. “She’s lost too much blood. It’s dangerous. Where are the paramedics? She needs surgery as soon as possible, not a temporary measure to stop the bleeding.”

Luke looked at Dustin without saying anything.

“Dr. Banner, I’ve heard Jennifer mention you.” Seeing Bruce’s anxious expression, Dustin slapped his face hard with both hands. “The ambulance is on its way. There are professional emergency doctors on it, but they can’t fly over.”

Bruce could tell that Dustin was nervous and helpless. Since the ambulance was on its way, there wasn’t much more he could say.

He could only pace around. “We have to hurry. Jennifer isn’t doing well.”

On the side, Luke quietly took the first aid kit from Selina and examined the syringes.

If anything went wrong later, he could use these first to buy time.

More importantly, Gold Nugget had quietly followed them.

He pulled the dog head to a nearby room and quickly typed on his phone.

When the dog head saw the request on the phone, it immediately shook its head. What a joke! When I heal someone, it’s a full recovery in seconds; how can it just stop at repairing major blood vessels?

But under Luke’s gaze, it could only type out a simple word on the phone: “Uncontrollable.”

Luke rubbed his head. Gold Nugget could save Jennifer.

Jennifer was bleeding internally, and Dustin and her cousin Bruce had seen her condition with their own eyes.

If the paramedics arrived and discovered that all her injuries had disappeared, how were they going to explain that?

Being able to instantly recover from a near-death injury was something that many bigshots would pay close attention to.

Suddenly, he heard Dustin shout, “What? Isn’t she type B?”

Bruce was stunned. “She’s Rh- negative type B. Wait, don’t tell me you only gave her regular type B blood?”

Dustin was vexed. “I heard her say before that she’s type B.”

Bruce: “Explaining to people who don’t know anything about blood types is very troublesome. If there’s no need to explain it, we usually just say that we have type B blood.”

Luke walked out and frowned. “Boss, ask what blood bags the ambulance is carrying.”

Dustin made another call, and his expression was ugly. “They’re carrying regular type B blood. Also, there has been a shortage of Rh- blood recently, and the hospital doesn’t have much stock.”

His phone rang again.

After a brief conversation, Dustin said gloomily, “I’ll send someone over right away.”

Hanging up, he said, “The ambulance is two blocks away. It collided with the cars of a few suspected drunk drivers, who aren’t letting the ambulance go.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “Selina, bring the ambulance over. Don’t waste time.”

Selina turned around and left.

Any other officer might still try to persuade or give the drivers a warning.

Since Luke had told her to go, he was telling her not to beat around the bush and to act right away.

As Dustin’s loyal subordinate, Luke had to support him at this critical moment.

Luke gave Gold Nugget a look, and the dog head immediately followed Selina out.

It wasn’t safe for Selina to go out without this guy; who knew if she would run into some psycho with a gun.

After that, he looked at Bruce. “Mr. Banner, did you just say that you’re type B?”

Bruce nodded blankly.

“So, you’re Rh- too?” asked Luke.

Bruce nodded again.

Luke searched the first aid kit and took out an IV. “Let me ask you something first. Do you have any infectious diseases?”

Bruce shook his head. “No, my last checkup was only a month ago.”

“Now, are you ready to give blood to save your cousin, Mr. Banner?” asked Luke as he looked at that honest face.

Bruce: “What?”

A moment later, Bruce was lying down on the couch next to his cousin Jennifer. He had an IV needle in his arm as his blood flowed toward Jennifer.

Dustin finally relaxed slightly. After a brief hesitation, he gestured at Luke.

They went to the hallway outside. Dustin looked around, then gestured at the black satchel in his hand. “This is a huge hot potato. I need to ask you first if you’ll take this case.”

Luke reached into the bag and took out a thick case file. “You were almost killed. How can I not take it?”

Looking around, Dustin said in a low voice, “They were here to kill Jennifer, not me.”

Luke was stunned. “Then how did you…”

Knowing what he meant, Dustin smiled bitterly. “When I came out for dinner today, I received a call from Jennifer. She said that she discovered something big with this case and wanted to consult me.”

Luke nodded and continued reading the case file.

A moment later, he raised his head and asked in the same low voice, “Elsworth?”

Dustin nodded. “Do you know how Jennifer and I met?”

Luke shook his head.

“Because of you,” said Dustin. “When you took care of Dylan Elsworth last time, she took note of you and wanted to contact you through me.”

Luke: “…” Then how did it turn into you saving the damsel in distress?

After that simple handover, they returned to the apartment.

Luke found a copy machine in Jennifer’s apartment and copied the case file. He then put the copied documents into the folder, stuffed it into the black bag, and threw it into one corner of the apartment.

Naturally, the original documents went into his own backpack.

…

Five minutes later, the paramedics rushed into the room with a stretcher. “Where’s the patient?”

Everybody pointed at Jennifer.

A doctor quickly went over to check and was shocked when he saw the simple blood transfusion setup. “What are you doing? A direct blood transfusion can kill a person, you understand?”

Luke said, “We get it! She was shot more than ten minutes ago, and she has Rh- negative blood. This gentleman here is her cousin and has the same blood type. You need to start first aid as soon as possible.”

The doctor was speechless.

They didn’t have any Rh- blood in the ambulance. What he said was just a knee-jerk reaction.

The moment Luke said that, the doctor reacted.

This sort of emergency blood transfusion was clearly field treatment. It was a temporary life-saving measure under restricted conditions, and naturally wouldn’t completely comply with the hospital’s standard emergency treatment.

If they had waited to give her a blood transfusion at the hospital, she might already be dead.

“Take her downstairs,” the doctor said simply, then looked at Bruce. “It’s best that this gentleman comes with us. We don’t have any Rh- blood bags.”