The immense pain made his vision go black, but the worst part wasn't just the pain of being smashed; the beam pressing down on his legs was still burning, and the flames quickly burned through the leather of his trousers. The heat penetrated his skin, and even more pain scorched him.
To push aside this beam, you'd have to walk through the flames with your bare hands—
Zhou Jinglan subconsciously looked around for something to lean on.
The soldiers guarding the door noticed Zhou Jinglan's vague figure and could no longer sit still.
"Battalion Commander Zhou is trapped at the entrance. Something is pressing down on him. We have to go in and help!" a soldier shouted and immediately rushed in.
Panic gripped the area, and some soldiers, seeing the chaos at the entrance, also became anxious.
"Why was only the little girl rescued? Where is Battalion Commander Zhou? Where is Battalion Commander Zhou?"
"Xu Luxin, hurry over and get ready, the little girl is out!" Qiao Xinruo said, and then ran towards the side where the fire was most intense.
Now that the little girl has come out, Zhou Jinglan should be not far from the door.
"Okay!" Xu Luxin went straight to treat the little girl's injuries.
As soon as Qiao Xinruo arrived at the scene, she saw several soldiers with red eyes—whether from the thick smoke or from the shock of Zhou Jinglan's tragic state—carrying the unconscious Zhou Jinglan out.
"Doctor, save our battalion commander!" the soldier cried, his voice already trembling with sobs.
Normally brave and always at the forefront, Battalion Commander Zhou lay on the ground with his eyes closed, looking utterly wretched, especially his legs, which were crushed and looked particularly horrific.
Qiao Xinruo: "..." The injury is too severe.
"Please move aside and make room."
Qiao Xinruo stepped forward and gave Zhou Jinglan a brief check on his current condition.
He was seriously injured, extremely seriously. Simply put, with modern medical technology, it is unlikely that he can recover to the condition he was in before rushing into the fire, and there is even a possibility that something bad might happen to him.
But if... we put him in my sister's space, use the most advanced equipment, the highest-grade medicine, and the best surgical environment, maybe there's still a chance to save him.
But can she do that?
There are countless dedicated soldiers, not just Zhou Jinglan. Qiao Xinruo would never be willing to easily expose Su Yueya's spatial dimension and put her sister at risk just to save someone.
In an instant, Qiao Xinruo made her decision.
She would try to salvage the situation first, and would not consider involving her sister unless absolutely necessary, to avoid the risk of exposing their privacy.
"Please help carry him over there, I'll give him first aid first," Qiao Xinruo said.
"good."
Several soldiers moved quickly, brought a stretcher, and carried the injured and unconscious Zhou Jinglan to a more spacious and bright place.
Qiao Xinruo seized the time and began emergency treatment.
She first used small scissors to cut open the burnt fabric that was stuck to her skin, exposing the wound. Then she used a strong hemostatic powder. Burn treatment is not easy; some of the skin already had huge blisters.
Because the blisters are too large, they must be popped, but popping them also carries the risk of infection.
Zhou Jinglan suffered extensive burns, and the injuries were truly shocking.
Given the available resources, Qiao Xinruo treated the wound as thoroughly as possible, and then put an IV drip on Zhou Jinglan.
Zhou Jinglan had already fallen into a coma, but the immense pain in his body made it difficult for him to "sleep" peacefully.
In the hazy, painful state, he seemed to see the goddess he had met in his childhood again.
Has the goddess descended once more?
Let's go back to more than ten years ago. Back then, Zhou Jinglan was just a child, a rather thin and frail child.
"Today is the ninth day of the lunar month, a day for climbing mountains. Xiao Jing, would you like to go climbing mountains with your parents?" Zhou's mother asked, wiping her son's face with a towel. "Look at him, still sleeping so soundly. Wake up quickly."
Because of his slender build, Zhou Jinglan looks smaller than other children his age.
Zhou's parents wanted to train him, so they thought they would take him to climb mountains and enjoy the view, which would also be a form of physical exercise.
"Okay," Zhou Jinglan replied in his childish voice.
With the pastries and cold dishes prepared by Zhou's mother, the family of three packed up and headed out to go hiking.
The initial stretch of the road was relatively smooth, and since we had just started, we had plenty of energy and it was quite easy to walk.
Zhou's father used a knife to cut off a small stick and gave it to Zhou Jinglan.
“Xiao Jing, use this to support yourself; it will make it easier to climb up,” Zhou’s father said lovingly, showing no anger or disdain for his son’s thin appearance.
Children will naturally grow stronger as they grow up, so there's no need to rush.
"I don't need it," Zhou Jinglan said awkwardly.
He noticed that none of the other children climbing the mountain were using small wooden sticks, so he couldn't use one either.
Although he was still a child, he was just as sensitive. In particular, because he was usually thin, he was often secretly laughed at and ostracized by other children. He was holding a grudge and thought that he would climb to the top with his parents today and tell his friends when they came back, so that no one would laugh at him for being weak.
"I can do it!" Zhou Jinglan pouted and quickly took several more steps forward.
It went smoothly at first, but in the middle stage, it became a test of endurance and stamina.
Zhou Jinglan was determined to persevere and reach the summit, but his stamina was not up to par. He saw many children around him being carried by their parents as they climbed the mountain, so he turned around and continued on his way.
He didn't want his dad to carry him; he wanted to climb up step by step by himself.
You can go slower, but you don't need to carry me.
He persevered for quite a while, his breathing became labored, and his face was flushed with exhaustion.
The clothes I wore underneath were soaked with sweat and stuck to my skin, which was very uncomfortable.
"Xiao Jing, let's take a break."
Seeing that their son was struggling to climb but was determined not to stop, Zhou's parents suggested that he take a break.
“Yes, we brought steamed buns and cold dishes. Let’s stop and eat first,” said Zhou’s mother. She found a relatively flat open space, spread out a floral cloth, and then took out the steamed buns and cold dishes.
"Okay." Zhou Jinglan stopped, thinking that he would be able to climb faster if he ate his fill.
While Mr. Zhou was tidying up the food, Mrs. Zhou took a small handkerchief and wiped her son's face and back.
The family atmosphere was harmonious and joyful.
But Zhou Jinglan was still thinking about reaching the summit. He quickly ate a steamed bun and then shouted that he wanted to climb first so that his parents could catch up with him later.
“I know the way. Just keep going up this one road. You can catch up with me later,” Zhou Jinglan said, and then continued uphill.
The road was indeed not complicated, so Zhou's parents didn't think too much about it, only telling Zhou Jinglan to be careful.
A full stomach does indeed make climbing faster. At the beginning, Zhou Jinglan was practically flying, but this stellar momentum didn't last long, and he was exhausted again.
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