Chapter 711 I understand you, really!

"Of course." Jack smiled even brighter, "Actually, the plan to pretend to be a surgeon is good. The problem is that you were a little uneasy and forgot that you just spoke to him and introduced yourself."

He made a shooting gesture towards Jubal's head, "The moment you walked in and started talking, he would probably shoot you directly in the head.

So the person pretending to be the surgeon should be me. What you have to do is communicate a complete plan with the SWAT commander, so that the accident like just now cannot happen again. "

Jubal subconsciously frowned and thought for a moment, still a little worried, "Are you sure you can convince him?"

Jack shook his head matter-of-factly, but answered confidently, "Of course not, but I can use physical persuasion if necessary."

Jubal was choked by what he said and was very speechless, "Okay, I will negotiate with Octavio to release the injured Lucas Caldwell. You have to find someone to put on makeup. There is no surgeon." You are so young."

As expected, after hearing that the FBI had found a surgeon willing to perform the operation, Octavio readily agreed to the hostage exchange conditions. After all, his son's abdominal cavity had been cut open, and the longer the delay, the worse the situation would be.

With the help of several professionals, Jack quickly completed the makeup work. A SWAT commander stood in front of him carrying a medical kit and said, "This is what you want."

Jack took the first aid box and shook it, reached out and pressed it lightly under the box, and a Glock 19 appeared in his palm.

The Glock 19 is a pocket model of the Glock 17. It is also a common military and police pistol. Jack and SEAL Team B also used it during the operation in Mexico. It is small, reliable and easy to conceal.

Jack checked the firearm and put it back into the concealed compartment. He tried a few more moves to confirm that the concealed compartment would not be opened accidentally, and then he was completely relieved.

The SWAT commander held a tablet and pointed on it, "Our sniper has found the only suitable shooting angle, which is the window in the southwest. If you can lead him here,"

Jack shook his head and interrupted, "Just have your team prepare for the assault outside. We have a better plan."

It's not that he doesn't trust the SWAT snipers, but that he trusts himself more. He and Jubal have already discussed what code to use, how to create the opportunity, and the initiative to take action is all in his own hands.

Because both Jubal and Jack believe that Octavio is not worthy of death, although he may be mentally prepared to trade his own life for his son's survival.

After changing into green surgical clothes, Jack put on a coat and walked back and forth for a few steps with the medical kit on his back. His whole demeanor changed in vain, his shoulders slumped slightly, and his figure became slightly rickety.

He has a slightly gray beard and an old face full of wrinkles. The only thing that remains unchanged is his bright eyes. He looks like an experienced but still energetic old surgeon.

At this time, Hannah and Aubrey were also summoned, and Jubal was assigning tasks to them, "Aubrey, I need you to contact Hope General Hospital immediately. That hospital is the closest to here, only five kilometers away.

I need to have a surgeon on standby, ready to perform a kidney transplant. "

Aubrey nodded in understanding, "I'll try my best."

Jubal continued to warn uneasily, "No, it must be done. There must be a surgeon on standby. The child is only 12 years old. He does not deserve to die. No matter whether Jack can convince his father or not, we must."

"I know what you mean, and I'll get it done, sir," Aubrey promised.

Jubal then looked at Hannah, "You have partnered with Jack many times, and you even know him better than I do, so I won't talk too much. You cooperate with SWAT to hide at the entrance and be ready to break in at any time."

Hannah's expression at this moment was more relaxed than anyone present, because as Jubal said, she knew her man better than anyone here.

Finally, Jubal turned to Jack and opened a web page on the tablet. A photo of Jack's face after makeup appeared on it, "We forged your resume online. You are a transplant surgeon at Hope General Hospital, using the false name you provided."

"Sean Murphy, 52 years old, graduated from Columbia University?" Jack nodded to show that he remembered it. Although the name and age seemed a bit inconsistent, he obviously did not have autism (note, the actor in the American TV series "The Good Doctor" host).

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A team of six SWAT members carried two bulletproof shields and a simple stretcher to the door of the warehouse. They carried away Lucas, who was dragged to the door by Octavio and struggled to crawl out a few steps. Caldwell.

After SWAT was withdrawn, Jack stepped forward and slowly opened the side door of the warehouse, then raised his hands, his voice was low and slightly hoarse, as if he really was an old man in his 50s, "Hello, I am Dr. Murphy. Come to help your son."

"Come in, close the door, move forward, stop! Put down your bag, back up, back up!" A nervous-looking Octavio stood far away, about five or six meters away from Jack, with an AR-15 slung on his chest. , holding an M1911 pistol in his hand.

He squatted down and opened the medical box on the ground for a rough inspection, confirming that it only contained some medical equipment. Then he walked around behind Jack and put a pistol against his back to check whether he was carrying weapons.

For safety's sake, Jack didn't even wear hidden headphones. Octavio didn't know the existence of the fiber optic camera, and their every move was under surveillance by the FBI.

Jack looked around quietly. Dr. Nicole Wright was taking care of the little boy on the operating bed. Although he couldn't see her expression clearly with the mask on, he could still tell from the way she looked up at him from time to time. Feel panic and fear.

After confirming that everything was safe, Octavio, who had been nervous, finally relaxed slightly, although the M1911 in his hand was still pointed at Jack.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Murphy, thank you very much for coming." He took two steps back, stood at the door of the operating room, and looked into the operating room worriedly.

"Can I?" Jack rolled up his sleeves and gestured to the sink nearby.

"Of course." Although Octavio still remained vigilant and kept pointing the gun at him, his attitude slowed down significantly. At least he believed that the person standing in front of him was a professional surgeon.

Jack asked as he washed his hands, "Is the donor a perfect match?"

"Yes, yes, they confirmed before that there is no problem." Octavio glanced at the operating room again, looking a little anxious.

Jack picked up the medical bag again and slung it on his shoulder, making a gesture of preparing to enter the operating room, but then he stopped and said in a sincere tone, "But I still want to advise you. From a professional point of view, it is not right for you to do this. Not a wise decision.

This kind of surgery is very complex and requires the support of a complete medical team to prevent accidents.”

"No! I don't need you to tell me this." Octavio became emotional again, "I have been trying to get help through formal channels for the past few months.

But the doctors in these hospitals don't care. We don't have health insurance. We're not Americans. The hospitals just don't care. They just stand by and watch. "

The more he spoke, the more excited he became. His bloodshot eyes turned red, and his voice was choked with sobs. "For ten months, I watched my son become so weak that he couldn't even say "Dad". What can I do? What if it were you?

Are you going to watch him die like this? "

Jack couldn't help but feel speechless, thinking of the Helton who risked everything for his daughter. Even earlier, the original owner of his small building in Los Angeles, Lawson who was just one step away from making a mistake, and the man who depended on him for life. son Jacob.

"Of course not, I understand you, really."

"So I tried my best to raise enough money for the operation. I sold my car, worked three jobs, 20 hours a day, and borrowed money from relatives and friends.

But just the day before the operation, the asshole doctor canceled the operation, saying that his colleague had a car accident and he didn't want to find another anesthesiologist because it was too risky.

That bitch didn't care at all about my son's life, only about himself, so I had no choice. "

Octavio wiped away his tears with his sleeve, his right hand holding the gun couldn't help but tremble.

Jack knew that it was impossible to convince him anymore, and he had already made up his mind, "OK, stop talking, I understand you, really, if it were me, I would do the same."

He touched the earlobe of his left ear, then stepped forward and stretched out his right hand, "I promise you, I will do my best to save your son."

"You promise?" Octavio was a little overjoyed, and quickly changed the pistol to his left hand, stretched out his right hand and held it with Jack.

"Of course!" Jack returned to his normal voice and met his horrified gaze with a smile.

The next moment, Octavio felt like the world was spinning. He didn't even know what was happening when he was slapped to the ground by a clean over-the-shoulder throw, and the pistol flew out of his hand.

He subconsciously struggled to reach for the AR-15 hanging on his chest, but found that there was nothing there. Then there was a sharp pain in his left and right shoulders, and his arms were dislocated and unable to move.

Octavio let out a howl of despair, still trying to struggle desperately. At the same time, the entrances on both sides of the warehouse were opened by people, and Hannah and Aubrey rushed in with two SWAT teams respectively.

"Move! Move! Move!"

"Check around!"

"Hurry up!"

"Safe! Stretcher! Push the stretcher in quickly!"

Jack took the handcuffs handed over by a SWAT and cuffed Octavio, then reset the joints of his arms. "Stop resisting. I said I would help your son. As for you, why not think about what to do?" Win the sympathy of the jury in court."

"Hope General's surgeons are on standby!" Jubal yelled, rushing to the operating room, where Hannah and Aubrey were already helping Dr. Nicole Wright transfer the boy from the operating bed to a stretcher.

This anesthesiologist is really kind-hearted. Although he was very frightened before, he still followed the stretcher bed at this time. "We have to hurry up. This child must be operated on immediately, and I have to take care of him." "

"Are you sure you're okay?" Hannah asked worriedly.

"No problem, I have to calculate the anesthesia time myself, it's taking too long." Dr. Nicole Wright's performance made Jack sigh silently. For the same doctor, the difference between people is really huge.