From the time travel, I became extraordinary

Chapter 173 Suggestions
Ten minutes later, near the West Kowloon Police Station, inside Our Lady of Mount St. Mary's Hospital.

Accompanied by Fang Jieting, Jiang Yao checked one by one the dozen injured people who were still unconscious on the hospital beds.

Western medicine often requires the use of instruments to diagnose illnesses. A minor cold, which can be cured with very little money, can cost hundreds or even thousands of dollars if you go to a large hospital and undergo all kinds of tests.

When the instruments don't work and the condition cannot be diagnosed at all, they are helpless.

If it were the experienced old Chinese medicine doctors in the Federation, they might be able to see something from the injured.

After all, some of the more powerful old Chinese medicine practitioners in the folk know some strange things. If you find the right person, they might even be able to find a way to crack the Southeast Asian black magic.

In front of him, there were those injured people lying on the hospital beds. Although the instruments could not check their conditions, Jiang Yao could see that wisps of black air were escaping from their bodies and dissipating into the surrounding void.

If Uncle Lin were still alive, these wisps of black air would turn into insects that would continuously eat away at the bodies of the wounded. But now, he is dead, and these black air are just pure yin, foul air, and evil spirits.

Even if nothing is done, they will slowly dissipate from the bodies of the injured.

Of course, although these injured people are no longer in danger of death, it is inevitable that they will be weak and severely damaged after waking up.

"Inspector Fang, is this the Officer Jiang Yaozu you mentioned?"

Not far away, a group of people were walking towards this side in a hurry.

After walking in front of Jiang Yaofang Jieting, the group of people stopped. Inspector Zhao Changfeng, who was walking in the front, looked concerned and asked the first thing he did.

The cause of this incident was mainly due to the fact that his subordinate Chen Changqing captured the sorcerer Lin Yongcang but did not keep him under strict supervision.

Chen Changqing has been suspended from his job and is under investigation. As his superior, Zhao Changfeng naturally has to help him clean up the mess he created.

There was no way to rescue those who had died, so how to revive those who were still unconscious in the hospital beds naturally became Zhao Changfeng's top priority at the moment.

He was there when Fang Jieting reported Jiang Yao's matter. After receiving the news that the two of them had already arrived at the hospital, he naturally put down other matters in his hands and rushed here as soon as possible.

After taking a look at Fang Jieting, his gaze quickly shifted to Jiang Yao next to him.

Among this group of people, in addition to the few people representing the police station, there were also several doctors in white coats.

As Zhao Changfeng finished speaking, almost everyone's eyes turned towards Jiang Yao.

"Hello, officers. I am Jiang Yaozu!" Jiang Yao stomped his feet and saluted Zhao Changfeng and the others.

Although he did not recognize the people in front of him, judging from their uniforms and epaulettes, any one of them had a police rank much higher than him, who was just a senior police officer.

In Hong Kong's police system, saluting your superior is the most basic sign of respect. Although Jiang Yao doesn't really like this, there is nothing he can do since he has to follow the local customs.

After saluting, he then said: "Just now, I helped the injured colleagues and medical staff treat their injuries at the risk of my own physical injury."

"They should be out of danger now."

"There should be an emetic injection here in the hospital. I suggest that the doctors give the injured a shot to help them vomit."

After speaking a few words, he looked at the doctors around Zhao Changfeng and made a suggestion.

Although he lied with his eyes open about treating injuries, there is still some basis for asking doctors to help the injured induce vomiting.

After all, although the black air formed by the gathering of evil spirits, negative energy and foul air will dissipate automatically, the process will definitely be slow.

To speed up the process, either make the injured person vomit or defecate.

At the beginning, when Fang Jieting was hit by the black magic, Jiang Yao made her vomit a lot of insects. At this moment, Uncle Lin was already dead, and the black air in the victim's body could no longer turn into black insects. It would definitely be much easier to spit these things out.

"Just give them a emetic injection and their injuries will heal?" The one who spoke was Doctor Jiang, the oldest among the doctors.

With a look of suspicion on his face, his sharp eyes swept over Jiang Yao.

Judging from his attitude, it seemed that he thought Jiang Yao's suggestion was not very reliable and he wanted to see through it.

"If you had a way to solve the problems of the injured, you wouldn't have called me here in the middle of the night."

"I'm just suggesting it, it's up to you whether you do it or not."

"Just inducing vomiting can only help them expel the evil spirits and foul air from their bodies as quickly as possible. Even if they wake up, they will need to rest for a while before their bodies can slowly recover."

After explaining a few words to Dr. Jiang, Jiang Yao prepared to leave.

But he paused after taking just one step and said, "My lords, you all have seen my current state."

"In order to treat the injuries of all the injured, I really risked my life and made myself look like this."

"If anyone in our police station is familiar with Sir Mai in the uniformed group, can you help me to ask for sick leave?" Only the crying child gets the milk. Although Jiang Yao's current condition only looks ugly, he is not weak in fact. However, he will still feel very uncomfortable if exposed to the sun.

He had just taken several days off not long ago, and it had only been a few days, so he felt a little embarrassed to ask for leave again.

The rank of these police officers in front of me is superintendent level. If they can give me a heads up, then asking for leave will naturally be much easier.

After all, the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station where he worked was just a small police station, and the West Kowloon Police Station was one level higher than it.

Strictly speaking, the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station where Jiang Yao is located is actually under the jurisdiction of the West Kowloon Police Station.

"Ah Yao, this is Superintendent Zhao Changfeng, the head of the Criminal Investigation Department of the West Kowloon Police Station."

"This is Superintendent Chang, also from the Criminal Investigation Department!"

……

Seeing Jiang Yao always referring to this superior or that superior, Fang Jieting at the side looked a little strange. She spoke up at the right time to introduce him.

When I saw Jiang Yao in Jinxia Building, he was pale and skinny, looking like a ghost.

When he arrived at the hospital, Fang Jieting, who had been with him all the time, naturally knew clearly whether he helped treat the injured.

She knew without thinking that Jiang Yao said this because he was pretending to be pitiful in order to gain benefits.

"Officer Jiang, I'll just call you A Yao."

"Don't worry about your physical impairment and inability to work normally. I will let you know."

"Don't leave in a hurry. If you feel unwell, find a bed and lie down. Let the doctor check you out."

Zhao Changfeng, who had been wearing a stern face, relaxed a little after hearing Jiang Yao say that the injured were no longer in danger of death. He nodded at Jiang Yao and began to speak.

As soon as he finished speaking, a doctor named Zhong standing next to him quickly agreed, "Mr. Jiang, you really look very bad. Why don't you go to the next ward and lie down for a while. I will give you a thorough examination."

"If you feel uncomfortable somewhere, don't keep it to yourself. Tell me directly so that I can have a more detailed understanding of your condition."

……

Before Dr. Zhong could finish his words, Jiang Yao waved his hands and declined, saying, "No one knows my own physical condition better than me."

"It's just a little exhaustion, it's not a big deal. You can basically recover after three to five days of rest."

"The injured are more important. You guys go ahead and do your work. I'll just find a seat and sit here for a while."

His current body temperature is at least ten degrees lower than that of a normal person.

Under normal circumstances, such a body temperature is impossible to appear on a living person. If Jiang Yao is asked to undergo a comprehensive examination in the hospital, there is no doubt that he will not agree.

Zhao Changfeng asked him to stay here for a while, simply because he wanted to see whether the vomiting he mentioned could work on the injured.

Jiang Yao was open and honest, and did not say anything nonsense about this matter. So he certainly had nothing to worry about if he continued to stay here.

After saying a few words, he saw a chair at the door, walked straight over and sat down.

Inside the ward, several people, led by Doctor Jiang, were gathered together, talking in low voices.

"Did anyone see how Mr. Jiang treated the injured?"

"I just saw that after Mr. Jiang came in, he looked at the injured person, and then he put his hand on the injured person's chest for a while. Originally, I wanted to stop him, but they showed their police IDs..."

"It seems that the medical staff who passed out were infected and passed out because they came into contact with the dead in the police station. Did Mr. Jiang come into direct contact with the injured without any protective measures?"

"Well, he just touched it with his bare hands."

"He must have some confidence to do this. He asked us to give the injured a vomiting injection. Doctor Jiang, should we do this?"

"Go ahead, give one of the patients a shot first."

"These injured people have been lying in our hospital for several hours. We can't even find the cause of their illness. We can only guess that they may have been infected with a new virus that has never appeared before, but we can't find any way to deal with it."

"It's just inducing vomiting. According to common sense, their condition won't get much worse. What if it really has some effect?"

……

A group of doctors and nurses gathered together and discussed for a while. Soon, they made a decision and started to get busy.

(End of this chapter)