"He...went back in?"

"Didn't they already save people? Why go back?"

"It seems that female officer didn't come out."

The murmur of whispers began to rise sporadically.

The hearts that had just settled again clenched with tension.

Song Guanchao noticed the fire was bigger, the visible area was filled with billowing smoke.

He used a wet cloth to cover his mouth and nose, squinting his eyes against the choking smoke, heading in the direction he remembered towards the tent.

Finally, he found it.

Inside the tent, Wen Ru was holding a little girl tightly in her arms, she removed her uniform jacket to cover the girl's mouth and nose, while she coughed violently herself.

Song Guanchao rushed over, placing his clothes over her mouth and nose.

He picked up the little girl, grabbed Wen Ru's hand, and said, "Come with me."

They left the tent, but the smoke was so thick they couldn't see and couldn't discern the direction.

Song Guanchao had to rely on memory to walk outside.

As he walked, suddenly his hand felt a weight.

Turning his head, he saw Wen Ru had fallen on the ground, unconscious from the smoke.

Song Guanchao bit his teeth, crouched down, put the little girl down, and then picked Wen Ru up horizontally.

"Little sister, climb up."

The little girl climbed onto Wen Ru, and Song Guanchao held both big and small, holding his breath, squinting his eyes, stepping through the smoke.

He had lost his sense of direction, didn't know if he was going the right way, but he had no choice, just blindly feeling around, praying for luck.

A distance of tens of meters seemed endless to him, like he could never find the right way out.

Smoke kept entering his nose and mouth, oxygen decreased, his lungs felt like they were burning.

His eyes were already streaming with tears from the irritation.

His consciousness was fading bit by bit.

He bit his tongue hard, trying to stay awake.

He dared not stop, nor close his eyes, once closed, he may never wake.

Time seemed to drag on endlessly at this moment.

Finally.

He saw beyond the smoke, the blazing fire.

He knew, beyond the firewall was a safe place.

He gritted his teeth, using all his strength to push off the ground, charging toward the firewall.

The heat wave hit him, engulfing him in flames.

But as quickly as the wave came, it went.

When the firewall disappeared, he saw, lit by the flames, throngs of tourists gathered from afar.

The tension in Song Guanchao's heart suddenly loosened.

In the next second, he rolled his eyes and fell straight backward.

The two women, big and small, pressed onto him.

"Damn, awesome!"

"He actually made it out!"

"There's even a little girl!"

"This guy's incredible, saved three people on his own!"

"What a shame he's not a firefighter."

The crowd chattered, applauding and shouting with admiration and calls for rescue.

No need for their shout, Wu Qiangwei had already rushed over at the first moment, police carrying water buckets followed.

She grabbed the wet clothes Song Guanchao had taken off, soaked in water, and slapped them onto his face.

Chen Yirou and the others came over too, placing the unconscious Wen Ru and the little girl flat on the ground, patting their faces with water.

But they had inhaled too much smoke and couldn't wake up immediately.

Luckily, there were medical staff at the festival.

After the medical staff checked, they said, "They need to be sent to the hospital; they've inhaled too much smoke."

When Song Guanchao opened his eyes and woke, he saw a scene of pure whiteness.

Upon seeing Chen Yirou by the bedside, Song Guanchao was perplexed.

"Where is this?"

He propped himself up, feeling weak and powerless.

Speaking made his lungs burn painfully.

"Hospital."

Chen Yirou helped him up, saying, "You're so reckless, charging into such a big fire without a thought."

Song Guanchao asked, "How's Wen Ru?"

"That's Political Commissioner Wen," Chen Yirou replied, "She's fine now, and those two girls are okay."

"Good to hear."

Song Guanchao breathed a sigh of relief, asking, "Is the fire out?"

"Yes," Chen Yirou said, "The music festival is still going on."

"Still going on?"

"Yeah, can't cancel it just because of a fire, there are tens of thousands of people."

"Don't worry, the firefighters have checked over there, it won't happen again."

Chen Yirou paused and added, "And I heard tonight's fire might not be accidental."

Song Guanchao was stunned, immediately squinting his eyes.

Her reminder brought back Song Guanchao's suspicion.

The fire indeed seemed wrong.

Logically, though there were barbecues by the riverbank, they were far from the tents.

How did it suddenly catch fire?

It's unreasonable.

If it was intentional, it would make sense.

But who would intentionally set fire?

Arson is a serious crime.

"What about Cheng Xiang and Jiang Yiren?" He looked around, noting it was a single room.

"Cheng Xiang's still at the festival, got pulled in as a stand-in last minute."

"Yiren went to get food, the doctor said you can't eat greasy stuff now, she's looking for a Hong Kong-style restaurant."

Chen Yirou suddenly grinned, "You know she likes you, right?"

"I know."

"She's quite nice, and pretty, a little beauty like that doesn't interest you, oddly enough."

Song Guanchao rolled his eyes; he'd just woken up, his mind still felt heavy, no mood for such talk.

His mind was preoccupied with the fire.

Knowing from Chen Yirou the fire might have been deliberate, his first thought was Zhang Yan!

But without evidence, it's not good to speak recklessly.

The police will surely investigate thoroughly, hopefully, they find out.

"By the way, you're trending now,"

Chen Yirou took out her phone to show him, his name was at the top across major short video platforms and forums.

Song Guanchao was taken aback, then smiled helplessly, "Can't help it, being too exceptional is just like this."

"So smug."

Chen Yirou rolled her eyes again, adding, "I heard from the doctor, inhaling too much smoke could affect… performance."

"Huh? No way."

"That's what the doctor said."

Chen Yirou playfully slipped a hand into the covers, reaching for Xiao Song under the hospital gown, teasing for a bit, feeling changes, she said, "Looks like you're unaffected, though just looks, who knows if performance is the same."

She quickened her teasing a bit, "Once you're discharged, I'll help you test it."

Her sudden bluntness made Song Guanchao slightly uncomfortable.

The first time was due to alcohol.

Afterward, Song Guanchao was always the active one, and both remained quite reserved.

Yet now, her sudden openness was like she was a different person.

Chen Yirou hadn't changed; she was merely moved by Song Guanchao's heroic act tonight.

In Song Guanchao, she saw true heroism.

This charisma irresistibly attracted women.

If not for possible interruption, she would've wanted them to passionately connect now, wanting to be thoroughly filled by him.

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