"Bang," Jimmy took down the last robber with a shot before turning to run towards Ray.

Jimmy: "Ray, how are you?" He kneeled on one leg next to Ray, reaching out to check his wounds.

Ray: "Ah, go easy, I'm not dead, &*%, shot in the abdomen and thigh."

Jimmy shouted to the officers outside: "Call an ambulance, now. Who has a first-aid kit?"

The Sergeant had also realized that since Jimmy had fired his gun and then came to Ray's aid, the robbers must have been killed or incapacitated. He called to a few officers nearby to start moving around from the side to secure the area, while he himself opened the trunk of the police car, taking out a first-aid kit.

Jimmy to the approaching officers: "Go inside and check, the robbers should be dead, not sure about the hostages."

The Sergeant ran straight over, "first-aid kit," and handed it to Jimmy. Having been fully trained at the FBI Academy, Jimmy was well-versed in using the first-aid kit. He opened it and took out scissors, hemostatic powder, a tourniquet, and bandages. First, he applied the tourniquet to Ray's thigh, then cut open Ray's clothes to expose the wounds. He sprinkled the hemostatic powder and temporarily secured the area with a bandage, waiting for the ambulance to arrive for treatment.

An officer who had gone inside came out, saying to the Sergeant beside him: "All three robbers are dead, two hostages are safe with no life-threatening injuries, but one of them has been shot in the thigh and needs urgent attention, otherwise, complications might arise."

The Sergeant nodded. When he had gone to get the first-aid kit, he had already called the control center; the ambulance should be arriving shortly. He watched Jimmy, who was giving Ray emergency treatment, appearing lost in thoughts, wondering what he was thinking.

After Jimmy finished the treatment, he let Ray lie down. Ray spat out the bullet-proof vest he had stuffed in his mouth; the sensation of the hemostatic powder on his wound was quite intense, he had to bite on something to keep from screaming.

Ray, gritting his teeth, said: "Good job, Jimmy, ah~~, it's been years since I got shot. &*%￥" Unable to hold back, Ray started cursing again.

Jimmy: "Hang in there a little longer, the ambulance will be here soon." He turned to the Sergeant: "Could you check if the robbers in the other car have been caught?"

After arranging things, Jimmy began to remove the items on Ray, mainly the holster and gun, and the handcuffs on his lower back, these were important.

As for the bullet-proof vest and wallet, those would be handled by the doctors at the hospital since removing the vest might be a large movement, and Jimmy worried it could affect the wounds.

Jimmy: "I'll take your gun back to the office for you. Don't worry."

Ray looked at Jimmy and nodded, saying nothing. Jimmy was also worried, carrying a gun to the hospital could be problematic in case of an emergency. As for the cell phone, wallet, badge, and such, those were not a big concern, posing no harm and not significantly impactful if lost.

The Sergeant nodded, pressing the talk button on his radio to contact dispatch, since he was wearing an earpiece, Jimmy could not hear the dispatch's reply.

The Sergeant to Jimmy: "They have been chased down, but the robbers' car had an accident, and the scene is being managed now."

Jimmy nodded; he looked at Ray, "Should I notify Lambert?"

Ray: "You make the call."

Jimmy nodded, took out his phone, and dialed Lambert's number. He didn't have his cell number initially but got it that morning after Lambert had called him.

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