In the chaos, she felt as if she was falling to the floor. Consciousness gradually returned, and I vaguely remembered that there was a fire. Then there was a dull pain in her neck, as if she had been beaten with a stick. She passed out before she could react.

Her neck was still aching and stiff, and her brain was still groggy. And in addition to her neck, her arms and thighs hurt terribly.

The pain made her wake up a bit, and when she opened her eyes, there was fire all around her. Unreal and unreal. Maybe she's still dreaming! Otherwise, why didn't the fire burn her?

In fact, how did she know, it was not that the fire was small, nor that the fire was avoiding her, but because she didn't know who knocked down a big vase. The large vase was originally filled with flowers. Now the water in the vase spilled all over her and dripped on the ground around her. And those flowers were already on her. Thankfully this large bottle of water, and thanks to the flowers, otherwise she would have turned into carbon.

Song Xijun rushed to the fourth floor. The vision is blurred, the eyes are full of smoke, not to mention the green water, and I can't even see the road at all!

Choking on the smoke, he coughed violently and was a little drowsy. He hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve. Just as he was about to rush in, he collided with several people. Among them is Wei Dong.

"Go down, there's no one upstairs!" Wei Dong shouted as he took a few more puffs of cigarette. After speaking, he coughed again and again.

At this time, they were close, and the two of them could see each other clearly. Song Xijun glared at him vigorously, as if he said that if he dared to lie to him, he would swallow him alive.

"Really, it's not upstairs, I've checked!" said a few more words, and Wei Dong was even more dizzy. Shake it a few times. He had just fought with several people in the thick smoke, and he was looking for people from room to room, and it was already the end of the crossbow.

As soon as Song Xijun grabbed him, he walked down. On the stairs, he saw the vertigo, swarthy woman who was staggering to her feet. He recognized it at a glance as Wen Qingshui.

But her state was obviously wrong, as if she was stupid, unaware of the danger around her and still looking around.

Before he could rejoice, he saw that the Grim Reaper was already standing beside her.

The curtain beside her seemed to be drowned in flames in an instant. The upper half is dangerously broken in half. Hanging there, shaking dangerously towards where Wen Qingshui was.

It's about to break. Once it is broken, it will inevitably fall on her with fire.

But she didn't realize it yet. Blankly looking around.

"Dodge ——, Qingshui—"

Song Xijun shouted desperately, but his voice was too hoarse, and he coughed when he wanted to shout but didn't make a sound.

He swayed on the stairs in a hurry. Framed left and right.

But these few of them have long relied on their spirit to support each other. How can there be strength to withstand the power of a certain person's swaying? Several people rolled down the stairs together.

Song Xijun was simply desperate. The rolling stairs seemed to be in slow motion, and his mind was full of the terrifying sight of Wen Qingshui being covered in fire.

He worked hard desperately and insisted on looking at Wen Qingshui for a second more. Without protection, at the risk of being crushed by a few people, he looked strongly towards the direction where Wen Qingshui was.

At the last moment, a column of water rushed into the sky, with a strong momentum. Sweep the curtain away.

With a bang, he fell straight to the ground in the last second, becoming everyone's back.

He was so stumped that the air in his chest seemed to be crushed. He bared his teeth desperately trying to get rid of the people who were pressing him, and before he could get out of the crowd. The people above were dragged away one by one, and then he was dragged up as well.

"There—" He pointed in the direction of Wen Qingshui, desperately uttering a syllable.

At this time, he saw that another firefighter picked up Wen Qingshui and walked up the stairs. The firefighters who carried him on their shoulders also followed.

He bit his lip and insisted. Finally saw Wen Qingshui being put on an oxygen mask, and saw that the air she exhaled was filled in the oxygen mask, blurring her face.

The little nurse approached and tried to put an oxygen mask on him, but her size blocked his view.

Even though he didn't have much strength, he pulled and wanted her to give way.

The little nurse looked at him and followed his gaze at the swarthy woman.

"Don't worry! She's only mildly poisoned with carbon monoxide, she's fine! It's more serious than yours. As she spoke, the little nurse was kind enough to get out of the way of obstructing his vision. That's when he started to deal with him.

finally knew that she was fine, and finally let go of the hanging heart, and he couldn't support it anymore and fainted.

Indeed, Wen Qingshui is not serious. Because she was beaten in the first place, and then she was lying on the floor all the time. The smoke went up, and she was unconscious again, not moving, and not breathing heavily. So the smoke is not very harmful, she is only mild carbon monoxide poisoning.

The other injuries were not serious. Her arms and thighs were smashed by vases, and there were a few large sparks jumping on her body, but they were not seriously burned by the incomplete extinguishing of the water on her body. The heaviest is the tapping on the back of the neck.

It can be said that Wen Qingshui is really lucky, she is not as serious as those customers who blindly escaped.

But Song Xijun was different, he rushed into the fire without protection, or after the fire had spread for a while. Then he ran around on the third and fourth floors, and kept shouting. Inhaled a large amount of carbon monoxide. If he hadn't had faith to support him, I'm afraid he would have fallen long ago.

Wen Qingshui woke up in the early morning sun the next day. Before she could fully wake up, she smelled the smell of disinfectant water peculiar to hospitals. I've been dealing with hospitals too much in the past six months. The smell is almost terrifying.

The memories came back all at once. She remembered the flower markets and stores that had been carefully arranged in the fire, the painful knife that slashed at her neck, and his call in the chaos.

She suddenly came to her senses. He sat up sharply in horror. Then she saw him lying on the hospital bed next to her.

"Heejun?"

What suddenly occupied her heart was not sure whether she saw his stability or was afraid that something would happen to him! She subconsciously called out to him.

"Are you awake?" Chen Feng's warm voice came.

Only then did Wen Qingshui notice that there were other people in the room besides them.

"He, how's it going?" Wen Qingshui's heart tugged, as if he was being held tightly by someone. She remembered that he had rushed into the fire to find her, and the moment he fell, she was sure she saw him.

"Don't worry, he's fine, just a little more serious than you, but he'll be fine, let him rest again. He's been so tired lately, so he hasn't woken up!"

Wen Qingshui let out a long breath, and then felt weak. She fell down again.

"What about the others?" she whispered, lest she wake him.