Female Novel
Chapter 671
Meanwhile.
The SWAT team had now arrived the location Joyce had previously sent them – the abandoned
concrete pipes at the end of the 7th Avenue.
At the entrance, a SWAT team member with a gun was standing guard to ensure their safety.
Tom searched through those concrete pipes and soon found the thickest one. He poked his body in to
check it out and sure enough Karl was huddled up and sitting right inside.
"Captain, Captain!" Tom rushed forward to shake Karl and asked anxiously.
"Hmm."
Karl's breath was weak. He had almost fallen asleep earlier and he had to force himself to stay awake.
"Great, you're still alive. Let me help you out."
Tom then carefully helped Karl out.
Karl was shot in his abdomen. When he saw it, he didn't dare to carry Karl on his back for fear that thatnovelbin
might make his wound even worse, so he just supported Karl with his shoulder to the car.
Another SWAT team member rushed forward to help and together they lifted Karl into the rear seat.
The car they drove here was more spacious.
Tom told Karl to lie down, "Captain, you've been shot, I'm taking you to the hospital now. Your wound
needs immediate treatment."
"Wait."
Karl suddenly pressed Tom's shoulder, "You help me handle it briefly. Do you have any medicine in the
car? You should have brought that along with you."
"Yes, there is. But you are injured. What do you want to do if you are not going to the hospital …" Tom
sounded worried and he had no idea what Karl wanted to do.
Karl was hit by a large-bore 7.62 bullet, and he’s been bleeding. The cloth tied around his abdomen
was soaked with blood.
"Cut the crap and hurry up and help me with it. We don’t have time."
Karl looked anxious, and his whitened lips trembled gently.
"Good."
Tom rushed to the trunk to get a special first aid kit.
As a SWAT, they were quite good at basic first aid as well as wound treatment.
Tom ripped open the cloth wrapped around Karl's abdomen and used scissors to cut open the blood-
stained shirt to reveal the spot where he had been shot.
"So there is more than one shot, you were shot twice."
Tom whimpered, reached out and wiped his forehead. He marveled at how Karl had endured the pain
and if it were him, he might have passed out long ago.
Fortunately, the bullets hit the abdomen, otherwise, after such a blood loss, he might have long been
dead.
"Hmm, I know. Help me to simply stitch up and stop the bleeding. By the way, has the communication
system been restored?" Karl asked as he endure the pain.
"It's back up. I got the signal just now. Before we came, the technical department had been repairing it."
Another detective replied.
"Stitch up the wound now? Although we have got the tools, the bullets have not been removed, and
they will have to cut open your wound to get the bullets when you get to the hospital.”
“And … how come there is no anesthetic in the first aid kit?" Tom said in surprise.
"Come on. I can hold it. It's okay."
Karl repeatedly urged, "Hurry up with the stitches. I have to direct the operation now. Franklin can't
handle it."
"Okay."
After Tom cleaned the wound, he did a good job disinfecting it and started doing some simple stitching,
which he would never give himself without anesthetic.
His eyebrows furrowed. It hurt to just think about it.
"Here we go then, Captain. Hold on."
He then held his breath, and stabbed the first needle in.
"Hiss."
Karl gasped lowly, his expression twisted in pain as he fought back the pain, almost snapping his teeth.
Tom was sweating profusely from his stitches and his back was almost soaked.
Karl was not a SWAT, but his endurance was marvelous.