Firefighting Hero

Recently, some friends have questioned why Kang Yuhang didn't prioritize saving his wife at the beginning of the story, instead focusing on rescuing others. They've called me mentally unstable, implying I must not have a girlfriend, and made various other comments.

I've been browsing Qidian for thirteen years now, and this is the first time I've seen a book about firefighters. While it has its flaws, those flaws actually make the characters more relatable and vivid. Every firefighter is an ordinary person; they get injured, bleed, and even die. Their silent dedication ensures the safe travel of countless families in the city. Although they may not look like much, can't sing well, and aren't celebrities, they truly deserve the title of heroes.

This is the first novel I've ever finished reading.

The horror of the fire is indescribable. A short circuit in the electrical wiring of a small factory on the next street set fire to a pile of packaging boxes. There weren't many boxes, but the factory building, which was about 700 square meters, collapsed.

It's Lunar New Year's Eve this year, so I wish the author a Happy New Year in advance! May your adaptations go smoothly in the new year! 😁😁😁

I am very grateful to all my friends who have helped and supported me along the way. I hope you will continue to support me. Your support is my motivation to move forward. In short, as long as even one person enjoys reading, I will definitely write with all my heart! I believe no novel can be perfect, and I hope those who really can't get through it or feel the author's writing is terrible can be understanding! 🤝

Seeing this kind of content, I feel compelled to give a tip; I grew up in a fire station compound.

How many people who truly dedicate themselves to their careers are actually married? It's all just to create a tragic persona. They start by losing their wife and children, and that would be the end of it, but then they break their leg and, obviously, can't be the main character anymore, so they marry again and let their son be the one. Stupid, disgusting to watch.

Looking back on those days we fought together, I only now begin to feel a sense of nostalgia. The year I left the fire brigade, I counted down the days, knowing I'd never go back. Some people I'd never contact again. Two years have passed, and I thought I could let go. Perhaps it's because I haven't been doing well these past two years that I keep thinking about those things.

It's hard to read on; it's too real, too intense, and a bit overwhelming. Firstly, I can't accept this kind of sacrifice and grief; secondly, I can't accept this kind of heroism. I also have friends in the fire department; putting out fires and rescuing people is their mission, but if they knowingly risk lives when it's impossible, I disagree. Even though it's their duty, aren't firefighters' lives priceless?