Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 1102 Fireman vs Cartoonist 45
The team can reinstate Zhou Shu.

But he never went back.

Opened a board game store.

Sometimes my hands holding the props would shake.

no one knows.

He never tells anyone.

"You shouldn't have--" Lu Bingchen blurted out to Zhou Shu with his breathing rising and falling.

Zhou Shu raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were indifferent and calm, just very indifferent.

Shouldn't be anything.

Lu Bingchen never thought that the matter was Zhou Shu's fault, but no one was willing to let him go, and Zhou Shu was also unwilling to let himself go.

Li Fangxiang pushed all the pain of losing her daughter onto Zhou Shu in order to seek relief.

Then who will free Zhou Shu?
But saving lives is another matter.

No matter who was in the fire.

He will still rush in first.

This is the fundamental reason why Lu Bingchen has never given up the idea of ​​bringing Zhou Shu back in the past three years.

……

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The corridors of Jiangcheng First Central Hospital were filled with nurses rushing around pushing stretchers and shouting, "Make way!"

The incandescent light was flickering, and it was difficult to see everyone's face.

The fire spread over a large area. It was noon, and the restaurant was full of customers chatting and laughing. No one expected what would happen in the next second. There was a bang, flames, panic, and countless casualties. After the fire was brought under control, they were all sent to the First Hospital for treatment. I don't know... if there were any new deaths.

Gu Qingqing looked up in surprise, looked at Lu Bingchen, and blurted out: "How do you know this?"

Zhou Shu was sitting on a bench in the hospital corridor, his body still covered in dust. Lin Zhian was standing opposite him, not leaning against the wall. She was wearing an off-white silk shirt with a very soft and silky texture. The hem of the shirt hung down, contrasting with her long black hair. The ends of her hair were naturally curled, with a few strands scattered in front of her collarbone.

When she went out, she carried a very small brown bag. The warm brown leather strap loosely outlined her slender waistline, which looked warm, soft and clean.

The expression on his face was a little confused.

He looked at Lu Bingchen with puzzlement, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt inexplicably uneasy.

It seems that the next answer can finally touch upon the vague and gloomy truth.

This time, Lu Bingchen remained silent, his eyes fixed on Zhou Shu's face.

This slightly depressing atmosphere is unique to hospitals, shrouded in the sound of hurried footsteps of medical staff under the incandescent lights, lingering for a long time.

"Why are you looking at me?" Zhou Shu sat on a cold chair, legs apart, elbows resting on knees, long fingers loosely clasped together. He looked at the stretcher being carried back and forth in front of him, his throat sliding as he asked indifferently, "How many casualties are there this time?"

"Zhou Shu!" Lu Bingchen said harshly, his voice hoarse as he stared into Zhou Shu's eyes and called his name.

Zhou Shu could hear the anger in Lu Bingchen's tone, but he turned a deaf ear to it. His dark eyes just stared at the wounded being carried into the ward one by one, and he repeated coldly once again: "How many wounded?"

So cold and even dull, so dull that it is almost numb.

What Lu Bingchen hated most was the numbness in Zhou Shu's tone. It was like a pool of stagnant water. Even if you threw a few bombs into it, it wouldn't cause the slightest ripple.

It was clear that he was young and frivolous before, holding the firefighter's helmet and saying: "My team, as many people as go out, as many as come back!"

Where did the former Zhou Shu go?

The main culprit claims to be righteous, and today he is still trapping people in the abyss of sin - they will never be able to escape from it in their lifetime.

Just then, a hurried sound of footsteps came across the floor, accompanied by a slightly sharp female voice.