Escaping from the car to carrying the girl on her shoulders was actually only a few breaths. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info that is, the vertical and horizontal response is fast enough, in order to do so. If it were someone else, I am afraid that it would have been buried by a huge amount of smoke and debris a long time ago, where would there be time to save people?

Because his vision was obscured by thick smoke and dust, he couldn't see the girl's appearance clearly. He just guessed by the girl's cry that it was just a little girl of a few years old. It wasn't until he picked up the girl and carried it on his shoulders that he realized he was really wrong.

Where is this little girl? It's clearly a big girl. At least in height, the girl was not shorter than him.

With this person about the same age as himself, it was too difficult to run vertically and horizontally. His current body is not as good as before, not only has it not yet begun to develop, but it has also just recovered from serious injuries. Whether it is body size or physical fitness, it is 108,000 miles away from its peak.

In order to maintain the speed and escape as soon as possible, Zongheng had to grow his mouth and pant desperately. As a result, the thick dust that filled the air entered his mouth, nose, throat and lungs in large quantities, causing him to choke on it soon in discomfort.

Zongheng only felt as if he had been poured a mouthful of dry sand, and he retched uncontrollably. But compared to the severe pain in the right lung, the discomfort in the mouth and throat seems to be nothing. The longer he ran, the more his right lung hurt, as if countless little hands were tearing at him in his right chest. For a while, Zongheng even felt that the idiom "heartbreaking" was simply specially created for him.

Run in the direction where the light is brightest! Run hard!

Suddenly, he tripped over something under his feet and rolled to the ground along with the girl on his shoulder.

The girl seemed to have knocked something down, let out a scream of "ah", and then stopped talking.

Zongheng was startled, and hurriedly groped over to check the girl's injuries. His eyes couldn't see clearly, so he touched the girl from head to toe with his hands. Fortunately, my heartbeat and breathing were very steady, and I didn't feel any fractures or bleeding, but I just fainted with a fright.

This time, Zongheng didn't carry the girl on his shoulders again. It was just an expedient measure in the critical situation just now, and although the smoke and dust were still thick, the roar of the tower's collapse had stopped, and there was no more rubble flying around, so there was no need to be in such a hurry.

He carried the girl onto his back, held her legs in both hands, and continued to walk briskly towards the perimeter of the cloud of smoke.

Although he no longer runs, his lungs still hurt terribly. As the smoke and dust became thinner and clearer, the cough became more and more severe.

Finally, after a series of coughs, a rusty smell suddenly flooded into his mouth.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

At this time, Zongheng, like the girl lying on his back, was tightly wrapped in gray-white smoke and dust, and he couldn't see his true face at all. And against this off-white background, the blood coughed up from his mouth was particularly dazzling.

A photojournalist spotted Zongheng and was immediately fascinated by his image. He grabbed his camera, pressed the shutter continuously, and then beckoned someone nearby to come up and help.

Soon, the girl and the unconscious girl were taken by car to the nearest hospital, Downtown New York's Hospital, where Zongheng had left not long ago.

By the time Zongheng and the girl were taken to the emergency room, the hospital in the lower city was already in chaos. Not only did the large number of patients occupy all the beds in the emergency room, but even the corridors and waiting halls were packed.

Zongheng and the girl looked like minors, and the bloodstains on the corners of Zongheng's mouths made the two of them enter the emergency area, and they immediately received the highest priority.

Coincidentally, it was Dr. Yao, who had a relationship with him in the ward before.

Dr. Yao didn't recognize Zongheng at first, but he found that Zongheng was wearing exactly the same hospital gown as the one used at Xiacheng Hospital, so he frowned and asked in English.

Zongheng coughed and said, "Doctor Yao...... Cough! Cough...... It's me......"

Hearing the Mandarin, Dr. Yao looked up in surprise. After a few seconds, he looked incredulous. He hurriedly asked, "Why are you?" When did you leave the hospital? ”

Smirking wryly, Zongheng briefly recounted his previous experience. Of course, he didn't tell Dr. Yao that he was just taking the opportunity of being unsupervised to run out to get some air, but told him that he wanted to go to the scene to help.

"It's so reckless! It's so reckless! Dr. Yao immediately complained, "There are professionals on the scene for rescue, and you will only add trouble to the rescue if you run over recklessly like this!" Look at you, what have you made yourself look like? By the way, how can you cough up blood? Did you get hit by something? Or was it fallen? Come! Inhale...... Exhale...... Inhalation ......"

He listened repeatedly with his stethoscope on his chest and back while lecturing on his chest.

Zongheng took several deep breaths as Dr. Yao had asked. It was only after the incident that he told him about the gunshot wound he had received a month earlier.

"What?!" Dr. Yao was shocked, "I said, why is your breath sound so strange?!" It must be a torn lung! Come on! Schedule an X-ray and MRI today! ”

Under the command of Dr. Yao, Zongheng was taken by a group of nurses to the hospital's imaging center for a series of emergency examinations. He didn't know that in just a moment, his photo of the girl on his back spitting blood had been seen by people all over the United States.

After the couple were taken to the hospital, the reporter who recorded the photo of him running for his life with the girl on his back immediately contacted the ABC television network and sold the photo for a good price.

In the background of the photograph is smoke and dust that obscures the sky. The smoky South Tower of the World Trade Center looms in a gray-yellow cloud of smoke. Nearby, buildings, streets, and cars are covered in a layer of gray-white ash, like ashes from a volcanic eruption. In the ominous black and white of the apocalypse, a boy covered in ashes and white is struggling to escape from the source of the disaster with a girl his size on his back. The blood on his mouth was bright and piercing, and his expression was very painful, but his actions were so firm and tenacious......

As soon as he saw this photo, the director of the ABC television network made up his mind to take it at all costs.

It has been an hour since the first attack took place. News of the attack on New York has long since spread around the world. Turn on any TV channel and you'll see images of the Petronas Twin Towers smoking. Occasionally, there are shots aimed at the public, and they are all sad pictures covering their mouths and shedding tears.

For a time, panic and confusion permeated the country. People need to see hope, they need to feel courage, and TV stations need distinctive highlights to attract the attention of viewers.

Disaster, courage, strength, fraternity, mutual aid, pathos...... The Director was able to see almost everything he wanted from this picture. What could be more touching than this photo?

So, a few minutes after getting the photo, all the channels of the ABC television network began to show the photo repeatedly. Soon after, the photo appeared on live broadcasts on major television networks across the United States.

And Zongheng doesn't know anything about it. With the help of the nurse, he did all the examinations, washed the dust off his body, changed into clean clothes and lay down in the ward. In order to prevent his coughing up blood from becoming more severe, Dr. Yao also gave him a prophylactic injection of blood clotting.

When he was taken to the ward, he grabbed Dr. Yao and asked, "How is the girl who came with me?" ”

Dr. Yao patted his hand and said, "She's fine, just a few abrasions and a slight concussion." Rest and rest and be fine when you wake up. ”

Only then did Zongheng put his mind at ease. Recuperate with peace of mind.

Unbeknownst to Zongheng, when he appeared on TV with a picture of the girl on his back, at least three people cried with joy.

Two of them are the girl's parents. At the time of the attack, the girl happened to be visiting the World Trade Center with her parents. According to the original plan, they were to dine at the window of the world on the top floor at noon that day. But the gods of luck favored them, and they spent a little more time on the lower floors, which allowed them to run all the way out of the fire escape after the plane hit the building, instead of destroying the building with the people above the crash floor.

But not long after they ran out of the building, the North Tower collapsed. In the process of escaping, the family of three was scattered by the panicked crowd. It wasn't until they saw the photo on television that the couple was convinced that their daughter was not crushed under the collapsed building, and then contacted the reporter who took the photo through the ABC television network to learn the exact whereabouts of their daughter.

Another one who cried tears of joy was the policewoman who arranged for Zongheng to sit in the police car.

When she found out that the North Tower was beginning to collapse, she panicked like everyone else. Completely forgetting that there was still someone in her police car, she just followed the crowd and ran away desperately. It wasn't until she ran to safety that she remembered that there was such a thing. But at that time, I wanted to go back and look for it, but it was too late. Because that area has long been smashed into a mess by the debris of fallen buildings.

As a police officer, he abandoned the citizens he was supposed to protect and fled alone, and even lost the life of a child. This almost broke the policewoman's faith and personality.

Fortunately, the news of the ABC TV network came in time, so that the policewoman did not go crazy because of self-blame.

It's just that even a child knows how to save people, but she, as a police officer, only cares about running away by herself, which makes her extremely ashamed.

"I must go and meet him!"

Just when Zongheng got the inspection report, the policewoman and the girl's parents made the same decision.