There was already chaos in the governor's office.

Countless sergeants carried buckets and basins of water and rushed to the inner courtyard to put out the fire.

The governor's bedroom was on fire, and the fire was rapidly spreading to the rooms on both sides.

The architectural decoration and even the furniture of this era are all made of all kinds of wood, and once a fire breaks out, buckets of well water are constantly spilled on it, which is of no avail.

You can only wait for it to burn and pull it down.

The sergeants looked desperately at the burning stove-like bedroom, and Lord Zhongcheng was afraid that there would be less luck......

"It's over, it's all my fault, why do you want to drink with Zhongcheng......" Zheng Yuanshao's eyes were red, and he didn't know whether it was reflected by the firelight or smoke.

"I should get drunk with Zhongcheng." He muttered in despair: "Zhongcheng, I'm here......"

Before he could finish speaking, he rushed towards the sea of fire.

"Hold him up!" Feng Qianhu shouted, and the soldiers hurriedly dragged the heartbroken Deputy Envoy Zheng.

At this time, a soldier found a thick quilt, Feng Qianhu snatched it, wrapped it around his body and shouted: "Drench! ”

"Qianhu, let's go in!" The subordinate persuaded.

"Less nonsense!" Feng Qianhu roared: "Water! ”

The sergeants had no choice but to splash buckets of well water on the quilts.

When watering, Feng Qianhu asked Zheng Yuanshao sharply: "Where is Zhongcheng?" ”

"On the bed." Zheng Yuanshao lost his voice.

"Damn, fight!" Feng Qianhu roared, grabbed the heavy wet quilt with both hands, and rushed into the fire.

"Cover a thousand households!" The soldiers hurriedly splashed water from the doorway house.

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Feng Qianhu was like rushing to the hearth, there was fire all around him, and the fire made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

The billowing smoke made him cough violently, and Feng Qianhu hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with the quilt corner.

The quilt on his body was steaming white, and it didn't take long for it to catch fire.

At this time, he couldn't care so much, he squinted his eyes and barely made out the door of the inner room, and rushed in with a sullen head.

As soon as he entered, he tripped over one of the people under his feet, and one of them almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly squatted down to check, and could vaguely see that it was Lin San who had been burned and half burned.

Feng Qianhu found that it would be much better to squat down, so he crawled towards the head of the bed with his hands and feet.

But I saw that there was no figure on the burning shelf bed.

Feng Qianhu couldn't help but be shocked, and said in his heart, could it be burned to ashes?

By this time, he was already unconscious, the quilt on his body began to burn, and the leather boots under his feet were burned through a hole.

Feng Qianhu really couldn't hold on, and when he was about to turn around and climb out of the sea of fire, he caught a glimpse of a figure that seemed to be under the corner of the wall.

He hurriedly crawled over to check, this was the Lin Run he was looking for.

Feng Qianhu threw himself on Lin Run and extinguished the fire on him. Then, with unimaginable willpower, he picked him up and rushed out of the bedroom.

~~

At this time, the soldiers outside pushed the water dragon cart and shot the water column into the door, and finally barely suppressed the ferocious fire.

Everyone's hearts were in a ball, and it felt like every moment was so long.

When people were about to suffocate in torment, they suddenly saw a huge shadow rushing out of the fire.

"It's out, it's out!" The crowd cheered excitedly and hurriedly poured water on the Hokage to extinguish the fire.

As soon as Feng Qianhu rushed out, he suddenly fell to the ground.

The sergeants hurriedly lifted the black, smoking quilt, picked up Feng Qianhu, whose face was full of burnt and his hair was yellow and curly, and poured water on him.

Only then did everyone find out that Feng Qianhu had brought out a black person, the person's hair and eyebrows had been burned, and his whole body was pitch black mixed with shocking red, and he could only vaguely see from the outline of his facial features that he was from the forest.

A group of subordinate officials hurriedly surrounded them and shouted: "Zhongcheng, Zhongcheng, wake up!" ”

But Lin Run still didn't react and didn't move.

Looking at Lin Zhongcheng, who was peerless, was burned to be a ghost or a ghost, Zheng Yuanshao's eyes were straight, and he felt like his head was about to crack.

A man surnamed Niu trembled and stretched out his hand, holding on to the last hope, probing Lin Run's snort, and suddenly said excitedly: "There is still gas!" ”

This sound was like a thunderbolt from the sky, which directly hit Zheng Yuanshao's brain.

"Call the doctor, Zhongcheng is still alive!" The officials shouted one after another, but no one noticed that Deputy Envoy Zheng had fainted to the ground.

~~

Everyone's attention was on saving people. At this time, after rescuing Lin Run, they noticed that the fire had spread, and the signing room not far away was also burning fiercely.

Several guards guarding the signing room slapped their thighs in shock, and now the account books in it are all finished!

"The back house can't be saved, quickly tear down all the fires on both sides of the weeping flower door, don't burn to the front yard again!" Niu Yu hurriedly ordered everyone to stop the loss.

The sergeants hurriedly complied with the order, doing their best to contain the fire in the backyard.

After tea, Zhang Ji, the magistrate of Shanghai, came with a few old doctors with white beards.

"Save Zhongcheng!" The soldiers hurriedly drew their knives and shouted at several old doctors: "If you can't save it, don't live it!" ”

Several old doctors hurriedly stepped forward tremblingly and gave Lin Run a pulse diagnosis and treatment.

Seeing that the dignified governor was actually seriously injured in his own county, Zhang Yi spun around for a while and almost fainted.

Everyone held their breath and waited for the outcome of the trial.

However, the doctor shook his head and sighed.

"Zhongcheng is too seriously injured, and there is nothing we can do about it, so I can only help him clean his mouth and nose, make him comfortable, and then pour some honey water to attack his heart with fire and poison......"

"If you don't try it, you dare to say no?!" The officials shouted impatiently: "You guys are really tired of life, aren't they?!" ”

"We really don't have that ability." The doctors explained bitterly: "Rash treatment will only backfire and make Zhongcheng completely hopeless." ”

"Oh?" Zhang Ji was stunned when he heard this, and asked in a deep voice: "Then who can save Zhongcheng?" ”

"If anyone can save Zhongcheng, it must be Jiangnan Hospital." The doctors hurriedly shook the pot and said:

"Everyone in the world knows 'Wan Mi Zhai's prescription, Li Shizhen's medicine', and Li Yuanming, the holy hand of surgery, all three of them are in Jiangnan Hospital."

"Go and get them!" The cow ordered in a loud voice.

"It's better to send Zhongcheng directly, first, to save time, and second, I heard that the treatment conditions of Jiangnan Hospital are the best in Daming." The doctors hurriedly suggested.

"You, hurry up and go and inform Jiangnan Hospital to get ready." Niu Shishi felt that it made sense, so he said in a deep voice: "Prepare the fastest boat, and set off for Kunshan!" ”

In fact, riding a horse and taking a car are faster than taking a boat, but it is too bumpy, and Zhongcheng is afraid that he will be turned to death before he arrives at Jiangnan Hospital.

Zhang Yu immediately ordered someone to open the city gate, and let the rider of Kunshan report gallop away.

Then everyone carefully carried Lin Run to the boat, and Niu and two doctors took care of Lin Zhongcheng with the boat.

Forty sturdy boatmen were arranged to alternately paddle and swim up the river in the dark.

Fortunately, the Wusong River has entered a dry period, and the water flow is slow. Dozens of oars slid desperately at the same time, and it was not slow at all to go against the grain.

ps. The first of the four consecutive shifts, well, I'm finally soft-hearted. Return you to Lin Zhongcheng. Ask for a commuter pass.

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