[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 48

"Come and see the Duke." A middle-aged man with a rough appearance and a chubby figure was the first to spot Jenny. He yelled at her, attracting everyone's attention.

It was only then that Jenny discovered that the Duke of Windsor was also here. He was sitting in front of the fireplace, still wearing the suit Jenny wore when she saw him in the afternoon, but he was no longer as graceful as he was in the afternoon. Also covered in mud.

Jenny took a glance, and immediately saw that Sherlock occupied a large armchair by himself, curled up on the chair like a child, with no image, he was only wearing a shirt, one sleeve disappeared without a trace, and his arms were on his knees , with a blood-oozing bandage on his upper arm, and a thin blanket over his body.Sherlock stared blankly at the fire, and Jenny knew right away that his thoughts must have gone somewhere else.

Sherlock wasn't the only one injured, but it looked like everyone else had minor injuries.

Seeing that Jenny was standing at the door without any movement, the man who spoke just now yelled at Jenny: "What are you doing standing there, ma'am? We didn't come here to let you stand there in a daze."

Jenny gave him a cold look, "I'm not a doctor, sir. I'm a tailor, an embroiderer, a cook, and a landlord, but I'm not a doctor."

Probably no woman had ever dared to speak to him like that. That man was speechless for a while, and the others didn't know what to say for a while.

Sherlock laughed out loud, as if he thought the scene was quite funny.

Bruce Willy, who had been silent since just now, twitched the corner of his mouth behind Jenny.

"This..." the Duke of Windsor spoke, his voice hoarse, as if his throat was injured.

"Mrs. Hudson," Bruce Willie prompted.

"Mrs. Hudson, I am sorry to disturb your sleep at this hour. Holmes recommended you to me. He thinks you are a trustworthy person. I think I can trust you too, Mrs. Hudson, can't I?" ?”

How do you say he is the Duke.

Jenny: Your mother forced me and I'm not a man to want you. It's useless for you to trust me. Are you going to pay me or buy a skirt?

Jenny bent her knees slightly, "Of course."

Jenny: Who can pretend to be b.

The injuries of the Duke of Windsor and the others are not serious, the main thing is that the skin is scratched, and a pack of medicine will be fine.Sherlock and another person were more seriously injured. Sherlock was shot in the arm with the bullet still in the arm, and the other had a fracture.

Jenny still has a lot of medical knowledge, thanks to the fact that John likes to talk about some cases in his hands at the dinner table, and his experience on the battlefield. A steel nail came out, and Jenny and Sherlock listened very carefully.

There is really no way for Jenny to break the bone. She dare not set the bone rashly. If she accidentally leaves sequelae, it will be troublesome.Sherlock... is quite troublesome. The problem is that Jenny only has theory and never practiced it.The only good thing is that there is a complete range of equipment and medicines here.

Jenny immediately had an idea. It seemed that the doctor was on the side of the assassin and he was dead.As for why you say that, do you need to ask?There is such a complete set of things, but there is no doctor. It is impossible for the doctor to be sent out at this time. If it is injured, it is impossible that no one mentioned it just now. The only possibility is to die, and he is still an assassin. That side was killed.

Of course, this is just Jenny's guess, the truth...is none of her business.

Although she has no actual combat experience, she is also a person who has chopped beef and picked chicken bones.

According to what John said in my impression, Jenny started to prepare, and Sherlock made supplements on the side.

The coat was off, and the sleeves of the pajamas were rolled up and tied with bandages.The hair was untied and tied up again, and wrapped up to the forehead with a few large handkerchiefs (kindly provided by the onlookers at the scene), so that not a single strand of hair was exposed.

There is no stove but there is hot water. Jenny washed her hands and forearms carefully several times with hot water and soap, and dried them with a clean cloth.All possible tools, scissors, tweezers, needles, scalpels, needles... have been washed and soaked in sterile water.

While soaking the tools, Jenny wiped her hands and forearms with disinfectant, wiped them with alcohol several times, and finally put on surgical gloves, took out the tools one by one with tweezers, and dried them with cotton. Wipe it again with burning alcohol cotton, and finally put it on a clean plate.

The basic tools are all ready, even if it is a real doctor, it is estimated that it is not so cumbersome, but Jenny doesn't know which steps are necessary, and she would rather be more cumbersome, so as not to miss anything.

"Viscount Bruce Willie, can you hold a candlestick and shine next to me?" Jenny asked with her hands raised.There's no way, there are only three names she can name here: Sherlock Holmes... He's still injured, can't let someone hold a candlestick in his left hand and get a knife on his right hand, right?The Duke of Windsor can't order, let alone think about it.So the only one who can be called is Bruce Willie.

Bruce Willy didn't mind Jenny's command. He took a small candlestick with three candles and stood on Jenny's left so that the shadow wouldn't fall on Sherlock's arm.

The sleeve of Sherlock's right arm has been ripped off, revealing strong muscles, and a bandage is tied near the socket of the shoulder. The blood seems to have not stopped, not only soaking the bandage, but also continuously flowing down.Jenny wiped off the blood and wrapped a thick circle of cotton under Sherlock's wound to suck blood. Sherlock had to put his hands on his hips to facilitate her movements.

Jenny covered the wound gently with a warm wet towel for a while, and then began to remove the bandage.Although her movements were very light, Jenny still took a long time to untie all the bandages because the blood had clotted.The muscles on Sherlock's face were trembling, and a dense layer of sweat was forming on his forehead.

Jenny asked Sherlock in a low voice: "Why don't these grown-ups change rooms? Are they going to watch me finish?" Although they were all sitting far away on the other side of the room, Jenny still felt as if everyone belonged to her. All eyes are focused on them.

It was Bruce Willie who answered her, "For some reason, we have to stay here until dawn, Mrs. Hudson, I don't think anyone else will disturb you, don't be nervous."

"I'm not nervous." Jenny gave Bruce Willy a hard look.

"Then why are you shaking?" Sherlock looked at Jenny resentfully.

Jenny lowered her head, and found that her hands were shaking a little, and she gave Sherlock a hard look, "I'm just a little excited. Before that, I only cut pork, beef, and chicken, but now I want to cut it." Human flesh, why don't you let me get excited for a while?"

Sherlock: "..."

Bruce Willie: "...poof..."

The big figures onlookers: "..."

After taking two deep breaths, Jenny picked up the scalpel and was about to do it... For himself, Sherlock quickly said, "Mrs. Hudson, can you give me an injection of anesthesia before you go under the knife? I remember you just prepared Yes. This will at least reduce my pain when you make the wrong knife, and I think this is a very legitimate request."

Oh right, forgot about this.Jenny put down the scalpel and picked up the needle tube. Sherlock told Jenny the anesthetic dose inside, and he was better at it.

Then Sherlock asked again, "Add a little more cocaine, right there, that little brown bottle, just add a small bar."

This can relieve pain, Jenny still knows.She picked up Sherlock's designated bottle and turned it upside down, sucked a small amount of liquid into it with the syringe, swirled the syringe to mix them, and let the air out of the syringe.

Jenny suddenly thought of a question, she turned her head and asked Sherlock with a stern face: "Have you used it?" After so long, Sherlock still expressed "I don't feel any pain" when he first came in, obviously I have used painkillers. "How else do you know it's cocaine?"

Sherlock gave her a haughty look, "Of course I've checked all the medicines, and otherwise why would I only ask for such a small addition?"

Jenny accepts this explanation, but...

"If I see this thing in my house, you are dead, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock: "..." Why?

Bruce Willy, who used himself as a background, couldn't help but shake his shoulders, which caused the candle to shake too. After being glared at by Jenny and Sherlock at the same time, he said seriously: "Sorry, sorry, please continue, I don't Will move again."

Jenny gave Bruce Willy a blank look and ignored him.Following Sherlock's instructions, she injected him with anesthesia.After a few minutes, Jenny pressed a muscle in Sherlock's arm and looked at him.Sherlock nodded, indicating that it had worked.

Jenny tried to poke Sherlock's wound with a needle, which made Bruce Willy gasp, as if Jenny had poked him.

In fact, Jenny just wanted to know where the bullet was. She poked it twice and felt a hard object. It seemed that this was it. She poked a few more times to determine the range of the bullet.Bruce Willie felt panicked when he saw it.

After knowing it well, the time for Jenny to actually do it was actually very short. I saw that she cut four times beside the wound very neatly, making a cross. Regardless of the bleeding from the wound, she inserted tweezers into the wound with precision. Clamp the bullet, and take it out with one force.Jenny's speed was very fast, the bullet slipped from the tweezers and fell to the ground after leaving the wound, making a light "ding" sound.

Jenny didn't care about the bullets that fell on the ground. She put down the tweezers, wiped the blood gently with a large piece of cotton, and then picked up the needle and thread to start stitching up the wound.This can be regarded as her old profession. Although the needle is bent, it does not affect her performance at all.Bruce Willy could only see Jenny's hands flying up and down, and within a few minutes, the wound was healed.The stitches were thin and neat, like small leaves on a small branch, completely different from the ugly centipede-like scars Bruce Willie had seen before.

After tying the thread against the meat, Jenny cut the thread short with scissors, and then she straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief.She didn't know anything about blood vessels, nerves, muscles, etc. She could only sew up the wound directly from the surface, and she didn't know if there was any problem. She could only find out when a real doctor came to see it.

Jenny threw the needle and thread into the plate, and tore off the bloody gloves and threw them together on another plate. Anyway, someone would clean it up, but she couldn't.

Jenny untied the cotton on Sherlock's arm, and after carefully wiping the blood off Sherlock's arm with a clean cloth, she wiped the blood near the wound with cotton.Although the bleeding was not completely stopped, it was indeed not bleeding much. Finally, the medicine was applied, and the wound was wrapped with a bandage again, and that was the end of the matter.

Jenny has been concentrating on it for an unknown amount of time, only knowing that the candle in Bruce Willie's hand has been shortened a lot, leaving only a short candle head.

Now that Bruce Willie could finally put the candlestick down, he shook his arms and told him that he'd rather charge for an hour with a gun in his hand than stand with a candlestick for another hour.

"Hey, why are you leaving?" After washing her hands, Jenny realized that there were only the three of them in the room, and they agreed to stay until dawn?

"Could it be possible to have breakfast here?" Sherlock said weakly, leaning on the back of the chair.

"It's already dawn." Bruce Willie pointed out the window.The windows were covered by thick curtains, but there were still a few rays of light coming in through the net. It turned out that three hours had passed without knowing it.

Jenny took off the handkerchief from her hair, untied a piece and soaked it in hot water, and naturally grabbed Sherlock's arm, wiping off the blood spattered on his arm.

"It's better to fix it with a strap... Let's see what the doctor says." Jenny wrung out another handkerchief and handed it to Sherlock, letting him wipe his face. "It's time to replenish blood, Mr. Holmes, hehehehe, look It doesn't matter that you are quite morbidly beautiful now."

Sherlock: "..."

Bruce Willie: "..."

Jenny, who teased Sherlock but didn't know it, grabbed her coat and put it on, "I have to go back quickly, or the servants will get up later. Goodbye, Mr. Holmes, goodbye, Viscount Bruce Willie .”

After Jenny left, Bruce Willie couldn't help asking Sherlock: "Mrs. Hudson is really a wonderful lady... Has she always been like this?"

Sherlock wiped his face slowly, and threw the handkerchief into the basin, "Indeed..."

The door opened suddenly, and Jenny stuck her head in, "Well... sorry, I seem to be lost... where is my room?"