I make a living solving crimes.

The alleys in Dengshikou are deep and winding, with swaying sycamore trees. The small roadsides are filled with all kinds of sundries, making it look crowded. This is already an extremely noisy place, and the incident of bandits taking hostages makes the idle people reluctant to leave after dinner.

Not only in the alleys, but even on the sycamore trees and rooftops, people climbed up ladders to watch the fun.

Isolated outside the cordon, they could not hear the conversation between Chang Wei and Li Jun in the yard.

The idle people on high places watched the excitement and reported the situation to the people below in real time.

"A young man went in."

"He was a police officer. He had a police uniform under his coat. He had a gun. He had a gun... but he didn't shoot."

"Hey, he came into the house unarmed. Did he go in to change people again?"

Then they no longer needed to speak, because the people watching below could also hear the heart-wrenching screams in the room.

They couldn't tell whose voice it was.

Everyone was guessing wildly and there were many different opinions.

The policeman who just walked in was very young and was probably no match for the man in the room.

It is said that there is a Tongbeiquan master in the house, who is known as the number one killer in the capital, and at least dozens of people have died at his hands.

Only those with sharp eyes and smart eyes sneer at it.

Look at those policemen under martial law. They have gone from being tense and alert before to being relaxed and smiling, and some even take out cigarettes to smoke leisurely. You can tell that the police have the upper hand now.

Then the men on high ground saw the door open.

Chang Wei came out of the hut, put his arm around Wu Jimao's shoulder, and helped him jump forward on one foot.

Through the light in the yard, you can see a person lying at the door.

"He's unconscious, take him back first."

Chang Wei said in a calm voice, waving to Li Laifu, "Find a stretcher and send Wu Jimao to the hospital."

Zhang Youde quickly arranged for manpower, "The stretcher is ready."

Zhang Long led the criminal investigation team into the house. When they saw Li Jun's appearance, they mourned for him silently for a few seconds.

All four of his limbs were broken, especially the right leg. The calf bone was bent to such an extent that even though he had never studied medicine, Zhao Long felt that this leg could not be cured.

A stretcher was brought over, and Wu Jimao lay on it with gritted teeth. Seeing Jiang Hongxia running over with red eyes, he forced a smile and said, "It's okay. It won't hurt now."

Jiang Hongxia sniffed and said nothing, just staying beside him silently.

When the stretcher was carried to the cordon, the onlookers stepped back to make way for an old woman and the child in her arms.

He was a little boy of four or five years old. After listening to his grandmother's words, he ignorantly knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily to Wu Jimao.

Even he had a leg broken when he went in, and the little boy might not be able to withstand a punch from that man.

Wu Jimao was originally lying down. He propped himself up with his arms and sat up. He saw that Jiang Hongxia had already gone to help the child.

The crowd was quiet, and suddenly a loud "OK" was heard.

Immediately, more people cheered and the applause rang out, becoming louder and louder, spreading farther and farther!

This was the first time in Wu Jimao's three years as a police officer that he was recognized by so many people. He sat on the stretcher in a daze, and after a while he struggled to get off the ground, stood on one leg, and saluted everyone around him earnestly.

At this moment, I seemed to not feel the pain in my legs, I just felt the blood rushing up.

Reporters who stayed outside the hospital and those who rushed over captured this scene with their cameras.

This time, Chang Wei kept a low profile and did not step out.

Hiding and timid, he would naturally not attract attention. His original plan was to get through these years in secret.

Unfortunately, Yang Min said it well, "This kid has always been a person who likes to show off."

Whenever there are many people around, he always gets carried away and does shocking things.

Later, he gradually stopped putting himself in a difficult position.

If you can't amaze your life, why bother traveling through time?

As for future disturbances, he gradually began to have some ideas.

Zhang Youde walked beside him, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Didn't you like to be in the limelight in the past?"

Chang Wei rolled his eyes, but still patiently explained, "This is the honor that Jimao deserves."

Zhang Youde nodded, "The boy is growing up very fast. I was surprised that he dared to go in and change the child out by himself."

Chang Wei said nothing.

This may seem a bit silly, but it fits in with Wu Jimao's honest and straightforward character.

When Chang Wei took Li Jun to the hospital, Wu Jimao had already taken the X-ray and had his leg in a cast. He was sitting on the bed with one leg crossed, waiting for the nurse to give him the injection.

"The bone is fractured, but not broken." Fan Tuaner walked beside him and whispered the diagnosis results.

"Do you need to be hospitalized?"

"You need to observe overnight. If there is no problem tomorrow, you can go back to recuperate. However, it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone, so I'm afraid you have to take good care of yourself."

"It's difficult. He is a guy who can't sit still. Last time his head was broken, he went to work the next day." Chang Wei muttered, and turned around and said, "Sister Tuan'er, please ask if there is a wheelchair and get him one. If he can't sit still, let him walk around in the yard by himself."

"Okay." Fan Tuaner agreed and went down to find a doctor.

In the ward, a young female nurse came to give the injection, but she couldn't find a vein after three injections.

The Dragon Group is made up of young people, so they couldn’t bear to blame them, but they just felt sorry for Wu Jimao’s hand.

The fourth time, the young nurse hesitated, put down the needle and ran away.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally I know how to ask for help.

After a while, another female nurse came in and said, "Let me give you the call. The one just now was an intern."

Chang Wei looked at her in surprise.

Don’t think we can’t recognize you just because you’re wearing a mask!

We are the police!

Not to mention the people from the Dragon Team, even the young policeman from the Criminal Investigation Brigade who was assigned to accompany the patient in the bed noticed it.

The young nurse only showed her pair of big eyes, not daring to look at others. She took a deep breath and secretly encouraged herself.

Everyone was reluctant to expose him, so they could only hold back and keep silent, while Wu Jimao's face was already pale.

Fortunately, this time it was successful with just two injections.

As the nurse hung up the glass medicine bottle, she said to herself, "I am definitely better than you."

Everyone could only nod in agreement.

If an injection fails once, it is not a big deal here. Medicine is still in its infancy and many nurses learn hastily and rush into their jobs, practicing on patients. If they hear that the leader is coming, they will be given more injections.

It’s just that wearing a mask is somewhat self-deceptive.

I don’t know who Fan Tuaner asked, but he really found a wheelchair.

Chang Wei pushed it twice and it was okay, very smooth.

He placed the wheelchair against the wall and said, “

"There are four more rooms in the back ward. Let Li Laifu help you move your luggage and bedding there tomorrow. You should rest when you are discharged from the hospital. If you are too idle, you can attend classes in the hospital."

"Listening to a class?"

"The anti-pickpocket team will start classes tomorrow."

Wu Jimao's eyes lit up.

Compared to lying in bed and daydreaming, it is obviously more interesting to listen to classes in the yard.

No short videos, no online novels, lying in bed for a month, just thinking about it makes me despair.

He glanced at the wheelchair that Fan Tuan'er pushed over, studied it for a while, and said earnestly, "Sister Tuan'er, thank you for your hard work."

Towards the hero, Fan Tuan'er was very polite and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Can you help me change it? This one is hand-cranked and the speed is too slow. Can you help me find a pedal-operated one?"