There's a chat group for pets in my neighborhood.

Lu Fang grabbed the severely deformed truck door.

"Squeak."

With a piercing metallic screech, he forcefully ripped open the car door a crack, completely ignoring the sharp edges of the sheet metal that had cut his arm.

A strong smell of diesel fuel mixed with the pungent stench of blood filled the air.

Tanuki rushed in ahead of him to show him the way.

Using the flashing police lights outside, Lu Fang could clearly see the horrific scene inside the driver's cab.

The sheriff collapsed on the passenger side floor mat, surrounded by shards of glass.

Its black and white fur was stained with large patches of blood, and its chest only showed intermittent, weak rises and falls.

Lu Fang took a deep breath and forced himself to instantly enter a state of absolute focus.

As a veterinarian, he knew all too well what kind of fatal injuries could result from a car accident.

Internal bleeding, pneumothorax, and severe spinal fractures should never be forcibly pulled or dragged.

He quickly took off his black windbreaker, laid it flat on the seat, and with his hands very steadily supporting the sheriff's cervical spine and pelvis to maintain the spine in an absolutely horizontal position, carefully transferring it to the clothes.

He frowned slightly, because the sheriff's body was terribly cold at that moment.

After the transfer was completed, Lu Fang immediately opened its lips. When the cold light of the mini flashlight shone on it, the gums were already a pale white due to excessive blood loss. After pressing with his finger, it took more than three seconds for the blood to refill, which was an extremely serious symptom of hemorrhagic shock.

"Weak heartbeat, shallow and rapid breathing...blood in the airway!"

Lu Fang calmly assessed the situation and then took out a portable first-aid kit from his backpack.

This was originally intended for the black-skinned physical education student and other dogs, but it ended up being used on the sheriff first.

He steadied his hands and, first using hemostats to hold the gauze, quickly cleared away the blood and foam that kept gushing from the sheriff's mouth and nose, making sure he wouldn't suffocate.

They then quickly searched its body for the fatal bleeding point.

Soon, Lu Fang discovered a laceration, about five or six centimeters long and deep enough to expose bone, on the right side of the police chief's abdomen.

A sharp shard of glass was still firmly embedded inside, and dark red blood was continuously gushing out.

Moreover, its right hind leg was twisted at an extremely unnatural angle, clearly indicating a fracture.

Pulling out a foreign object directly from an abandoned truck without any anesthesia or even a sterile environment is tantamount to killing a cat.

Lu Fang gritted his teeth, pulled out three large pieces of sterile thick gauze, avoided the glass shards, and pressed them firmly against the blood vessels on both sides of the abdominal wound, forcibly stopping the bleeding through pure physical compression.

Immediately afterwards, he groped for two rolls of medical elastic bandages with one hand, bit one end with his teeth, and used the other hand to apply an extremely tight pressure bandage in just over ten seconds.

Even if a chief physician were to be present at the scene, they would only marvel at the textbook-level handling by the mainland authorities.

The rate of blood seepage finally slowed down, but the sheriff's body temperature was still irreversibly decreasing.

Lu Fang wrapped the police chief in layers of his down jacket, trying to retain some of its body heat. The raccoon dog paced anxiously in circles beside him, meowing at Lu Fang.

"I assure you, it will be absolutely fine. Don't worry, I'm here."

Lu Fang gently comforted him, explaining that he had to take the police chief to the hospital immediately for intubation and IV fluids; every second of delay could mean the chief might not survive.

He cradled the sheriff, who was wrapped in a windbreaker, in his hands, and turned around to jump off the truck.

A blinding beam of flashlight shone in from outside the car door, striking Lu Fang's blood-covered face directly.

Immediately following, the crisp sound of tactical boots stepping on shards of glass grew louder as they approached, and a clear, authoritative female voice rang out from outside the car door.

"Name, ID number, please cooperate and explain why you were at the crime scene."

Xu Qingtang held a hard copy of the statement in one hand and a flashlight in the other, her brows furrowed as she looked at Lu Fang standing in the driver's seat.

The man was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, covered in dust and weeds, and looked like a college student who hadn't graduated.

At that moment, he was wrapping a black cat in his off-the-rack jacket and holding it to his chest.

Lu Fang raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the policewoman in front of him, his voice anxious: "Officer, I'll fill in the statement myself at the station tomorrow. This cat is bleeding heavily, and I need to take it to the vet immediately."

"No, this is the scene of a major gang theft case. All those involved and witnesses must give statements immediately. That's the rule." Xu Qingtang took a step forward, blocking Lu Fang's path.

She couldn't stand young people who were so ignorant and reckless, wandering into crime scenes to cause a ruckus.

Running off to this desolate place in the middle of the night, if the police hadn't arrived in time, this guy might already be in the hospital. Besides, this is clearly a pet dog theft case, what's with this guy carrying a cat?

"Rules are dead, but people are alive! Can't you see they're dying?" Lu Fang was somewhat agitated. He stared intently at Xu Qingtang in front of him, his voice hoarse.

Xu Qingtang was stunned, but didn't move aside: "Sir, please control your emotions! We've already contacted the veterinarians at the animal rescue center, they'll be here soon! You can hand the cat over to them. But you can't go anywhere until you've finished giving your statement."

"By the time they get here, this cat will be cold! Get out of the way!" Lu Fang gritted his teeth. The sheriff in his arms was getting colder and colder. He couldn't wait any longer and tried to rush out with it in his arms.

"If you take another step forward, I will detain you for obstructing official business!" Xu Qingtang said without backing down, his right hand already on the body camera at his waist, his brows furrowed with a commanding presence.

Lu Fang showed no intention of indulging her and strode out.

Just as Xu Qingtang was about to use military grappling techniques to subdue Lu Fang, a rough hand suddenly patted Xu Qingtang's shoulder.

"Alright, Qingtang, put the notebook away."

The person who came was Lao Li, the criminal investigator leading the team; he was a veteran police officer in the branch office.

"Master Li, he..." Xu Qingtang turned her head with some confusion. Old Li usually took cases very seriously and didn't give face to anyone. It was for this reason that she applied to be transferred to the front line of the Chengbei Branch.

What's wrong with this stubborn old man today? Why is he showing leniency to this troublesome college student?

Could it be that this kid isn't here to join in the fun, but to investigate a case?

Are you kidding me!

Although I am a trainee police officer, I have never misjudged anyone!

Old Li sighed, glanced at Lu Fang with a complicated expression, and forced a smile.

"Thank you for the information. You've worked hard."

Then he whispered to Xu Qingtang beside him, "You girl, you still have such a fiery temper."

"You think he's just some college student who came to watch the show? This case will be solved tonight entirely thanks to him!"