Jiang Zhi entered and, in less than three minutes, came out, holding the blood-covered Zhou Xufang.
He had barely left the mall when his legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground.
Bixi yelled, "Jiang Zhi!"
He couldn't stand up, his legs too weak to muster any strength, and his whole body trembled. Only his hands remained still, firmly cradling Zhou Xufang.
"Call a doctor, call a doctor fast!" His voice was hoarse from smoke inhalation, strained and tearing as he yelled, a metallic taste of blood in his throat.
Bixi frantically reached out to support them but dared not touch them directly, "The ambulance is almost here." Her hands stiff, she turned to a nearby security guard for help and choked up as she said to the unconscious Zhou Xufang, "Hold on, Xufang."
Three or four security guards ran over.
Bixi had already called an ambulance, and it should have been on its way, but Zhou Xufang kept bleeding. The guards wanted to take over, but Jiang Zhi wouldn't let go.
