In the end, Jiang Cong still couldn't resist the final warning from his body. He collapsed to the ground and fell into a semi - comatose state.
The blazing fire was reflected in Jiang Cong's black eyes.
Jiang Cong didn't know if he would die here today.
Subconsciously, the details of his more than twenty - year life flashed through his mind like a carousel.
At the age of twenty - two, he completed his studies ahead of schedule and successfully graduated from the Department of Criminal Psychology in Florida.
After that, he spent another year pursuing his doctoral and post - doctoral degrees.
At the age of twenty - four, Jiang Cong returned to China. He rejected high - paying job offers from all sides and chose to be an associate professor at the People's Public Security University of China.
He was hailed as the youngest professor since the founding of the People's Public Security University of China.
Almost every one of his classes was overcrowded.
Students who came here admiring his reputation sometimes even filled the corridors.
The golden glows on Jiang Cong's resume were enough to prove how outstanding he was.
In his eyes, nothing could be called difficult.
As long as one had determination, keen insight, and perseverance, there would surely be a result.
Previously, Jiang Cong received an invitation from Director Wang. Initially, he didn't want to come. No matter how complicated a murder case in a small town could be, how complex could it really be?
But somehow, out of the blue, Jiang Cong agreed to Director Wang's request to assist in the case.
It seemed that there was an invisible hand pushing him from behind, leading him here.
When the police in the station saw him, the admiration in their eyes was familiar to Jiang Cong.
That was also the first time he met Chen Er.
That little girl who looked like a hedgehog.
Drunk, she was lying in the alley and was taken back to the police station for interrogation by Yang Heng.
Jiang Cong's thoughts became even more erratic when he thought of Chen Er.
Chen Er's appearance when she was afraid of blood but still persevered, her pretense of being unrestrained while biting a foxtail grass, her act of pretending to be a seasoned smoker even though she didn't know how to smoke...
These frames of images about Chen Er were unexpectedly seamlessly pieced together in Jiang Cong's mind, extremely clear.
"Chen Er..." Jiang Cong called out Chen Er's name in a low voice.
The next second, he fell into a deep coma...
The fire brigade finally arrived. But when the firefighters rushed into the burning building, they didn't see Jiang Cong as Yang Heng had described.
Yang Heng was greatly shocked. Estimating the time, he feared that Jiang Cong had already fainted in the house due to exhaustion.
If he wasn't rescued in time, he might be in life - threatening danger.
Just as Yang Heng was about to rush in regardless of the firefighters' obstruction, an exclamation stopped him in his tracks.
"Yang Heng! Professor Jiang is here!" Gao Fan shouted loudly after finding the unconscious Jiang Cong outside the wall.
Yang Heng rushed over in two quick steps. Following the direction of the sound, he really found Jiang Cong.
Yang Heng's hand trembled as he placed it under Jiang Cong's nose. After feeling the faint breath, he was overjoyed, with tears glistening in his eyes.
"The ambulance is here. Give me a hand. Let's carry Professor Jiang onto it." Gao Fan looked at Yang Heng, who was both crying and laughing, and felt a lot of emotions. But saving lives was the top priority at the moment, so he reminded Yang Heng.
He could understand what Yang Heng was thinking at this moment. After getting along for so many days, Yang Heng had already regarded Jiang Cong as one of his own.
The feeling of being worried but being unable to do anything was the most uncomfortable.
This kind of affection was even more precious when danger came.
Originally, Gao Fan only regarded Jiang Cong as a lofty expert who only gave orders but didn't do anything himself.
But just now in the fire, Jiang Cong's dedication and persistence in the case deeply touched Gao Fan.
It was definitely not an act.
It was his responsibility for the case. Even if there was a life - threatening danger, he would never back down.
Hearing Gao Fan's words, Yang Heng came to his senses. Immediately, he and Gao Fan carried Jiang Cong onto the stretcher.
The ambulance left the alley and sped towards the hospital.
The next day.
In the ward, Jiang Cong was lying quietly on the hospital bed. Only the beeping sound of the medical instruments rang out from time to time.
Yang Heng was sitting beside him. Looking at the stable heartbeat graph of Jiang Cong on the instrument, he finally felt relieved.
Jiang Cong was lucky. He had just inhaled too much thick smoke, which was why he was unconscious. The minor skin injuries he suffered had already been bandaged and disinfected.
However...
Yang Heng looked at the still - sleeping Jiang Cong and couldn't help but feel a bit more puzzled.
When did Jiang Cong get out of the burning building?
Logically speaking, no matter how hard Jiang Cong had tried to hold on, it was impossible for him to crawl outside the wall alone.
So there was only one possibility left - someone had quietly gone into the burning building and rescued Jiang Cong.
Then, while they weren't paying attention, they placed Jiang Cong under the wall and quietly left.
Who was this person?
Why did they do this?
No one knew who had saved Jiang Cong.
Yang Heng fell into deep thought.
Jiang Cong's fingers twitched slightly, and his eyeballs began to move. There were signs that he was waking up.
His eyes slowly opened, and all he saw was white.
"Cough, cough." Jiang Cong let out a soft, uncomfortable cough from his throat. After the rest, he had recovered most of his strength.
Yang Heng, who was in deep thought, heard the noise and turned his head. He saw that Jiang Cong had woken up.
Immediately, he got up from the chair, poured a glass of warm water for Jiang Cong, raised the hospital bed, and propped up a pillow behind Jiang Cong to make sure he could be more comfortable.
Jiang Cong was obviously a bit thirsty. After finishing the water, he handed the empty glass to Yang Heng.
Seeing this, Yang Heng wanted to pour another glass of water for Jiang Cong, but Jiang Cong shook his head weakly, stopping Yang Heng's action.
"Am I in the hospital?" Jiang Cong's consciousness returned. He lowered his head and looked at the hospital gown on his body, then understood everything.
Yang Heng nodded and truthfully told Jiang Cong his doubts just now. "Professor Jiang, do you remember who saved you?"
With Yang Heng's help, Jiang Cong sat up from the bed. At the same time, he tried hard to recall everything that had happened in the burning building.
At the moment when he was about to faint, Jiang Cong seemed to see a vague but extremely familiar figure in the haze.
He tried to cheer up and wanted to see clearly who that figure was.
But in the end, he still couldn't hold on and fainted.
At that time, Jiang Cong thought he was having a hallucination.
After all, this was in the middle of a big fire. How could Chen Er be here?
But now hearing Yang Heng's words, Jiang Cong wasn't sure if it was a hallucination or something that really happened.
Yang Heng thought that Jiang Cong had remembered something and couldn't wait to ask, "Professor Jiang, have you remembered something?"
Jiang Cong had doubts in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.