Because he had inhaled a large amount of smoke and dust through his nasal cavity, Jiang Lian's head was throbbing, and he looked like he was on the verge of death.
However, he absolutely must remain clear-headed in crucial moments.
Ignoring his burning trousers, he endured the pain and squatted down. "You go first, quick, step on my shoulders." Every life counts.
Zheng Hong tried to help Jiang Lian take off her outer pants, but there wasn't enough space.
Seeing Jiang Lian's burning trouser leg, Zheng Hong naturally felt a pang of pity.
He took off his coat and vigorously slapped at Jiang Lian's trouser legs. After a quarter of an hour, he finally extinguished the flames on his trouser legs.
"You go first."
He knew that Jiang Lian was just a rich young master and didn't have much strength, so he probably couldn't carry him.
Jiang Lian shook his head. The burns on his calves were so painful that he wished he could die immediately. "If we keep dawdling, neither of us will survive."
"Bear with it." Zheng Hong knew they didn't have time.
Left with no other choice, he stepped on Jiang Lian's shoulder.
Jiang Lian's thin body trembled, but he gritted his teeth and persevered until Zheng Hong climbed onto the windowsill.
He fell heavily to the ground, his consciousness fading away.
Zheng Hong was both anxious and frightened, "Jiang Lian, wake up, wake up quickly, Jiang Lian..."
Perhaps it was because his will to survive was too strong that Jiang Lian miraculously woke up.
He endured inhuman pain, struggled to his feet, and forcefully raised his arm.
Zheng Hong hung upside down from the window frame, gripped Jiang Lian's wrist tightly with one hand, and then pulled her up with all his might.
After a short while, he finally pulled Jiang Lian onto the windowsill.
Without hesitation, Zheng Hong jumped out of the high window.
Immediately afterward, Jiang Lian bent over and fell. Zheng Hong rushed forward and caught his body, managing to land steadily.
Away from the firelight, Zheng Hong immediately felt refreshed.
Looking at Jiang Lian again, he suddenly collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
He knew that Jiang Lian's seemingly useless act in this rescue was actually quite significant.
Because the enemy was extremely vigilant, the two of them had no choice but to flee into the study.
Without Jiang Lian's help, he couldn't climb up to this high window by himself.
"Jiang Lian, what's wrong?" Zheng Hong asked, intending to pull Jiang Lian up, but Jiang Lian groaned, "Gently...it hurts..."
Zheng Hong: Where does it hurt?
Jiang Lian pointed to his ankle; he had twisted it when he jumped out of the window.
Zheng Hong looked at it and his expression froze.
His ankle was swollen and covered with blisters of various sizes.
Some parts were even charred black.
The same applies to the ankles, let alone the legs, which are the most severely burned.
This man, who looks frail and weak, is surprisingly tolerant.
Zheng Hong squatted down. "Get on, I'll carry you."
"This... isn't a good idea?" Jiang Lian said in a hoarse voice, lamenting whether his leg was going to be ruined.
"At the critical moment of life and death, are you still ashamed?"
Zheng Hong bent down and carried Jiang Lian on his back. "Where is the safest place to go?"
Jiang Lian squinted, feeling a little dizzy. "We can't go home. Let's find somewhere to stay for the night."
Zheng Hong shook his head, "Your injuries are too severe; I need to take you to a doctor first."
"No, we're surrounded by enemies. The pharmacy is too conspicuous. We barely escaped; we can't let these people catch us again."
He had just finished speaking his last sentence with all his might when he heard footsteps coming from ahead.
"We must dig three feet into the ground to capture the traitor!"
Zheng Hong carried Jiang Lian on his back and hid in the shadows, but soon those people went to the alley in the distance.
Meanwhile, Qiu Dafu's side also escaped successfully.
Not only that, they released all the Huaiyuan officials from prison.
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