135: Chapter 135: It's trending!

On Yuezhou Television Station's evening news, a female anchor stood at the scene of the hot pot restaurant fire with a solemn expression.

"Latest news from this station: at approximately 5:00 PM today, a serious fire caused by a gas leak occurred at the 'Shuxiang Pavilion' hot pot restaurant in the old city district. According to preliminary statistics, a total of 27 trapped people were rescued from the scene, 9 of whom were seriously injured. There are currently no fatalities."

The scene cut to a blurry mobile phone video—at a third-floor window billowing with thick smoke, a tall figure was using a metal plate to slowly send an unconscious victim out of the window. The camera shook, making it impossible to see his face clearly, but the outline of a military uniform could be vaguely identified.

Female Anchor (in a solemn tone): "According to witnesses, when the fire broke out, a young man in military uniform rushed into the fire multiple times, rescuing at least 8 trapped people. He eventually fell from the third floor due to exhaustion, but fortunately landed on a fire safety cushion."

The scene cut to an on-site interview, where a mother holding a child choked up into the microphone: "If it weren't for that soldier comrade, my child and I would have... He rushed in three times! His back was burned, but he still insisted on saving people..."

"The smoke was too thick at that time, and I couldn't get out at all while holding my child... That soldier rushed in, wrapped a wet towel around me and the child, and guided us to the safety exit." Her voice choked, "His clothes were burned through on his back, but he kept saying, 'Don't be afraid, follow me'..."

A white-haired old man (gesturing excitedly): "The third floor had collapsed! That young man actually tore off a metal plate to use as a ladder and sent the unconscious people down one by one!" He wiped the corner of his eye, "I've lived this long and I've never seen someone so reckless with their own life... This is a real soldier!"

Xiao Li, a waiter at the hot pot restaurant (voice trembling): "When he rushed in for the third time, the fire was almost blocking the door. I shouted at him not to go, but he just looked back and said one thing—'There are still people inside'."

The camera zoomed out, capturing a banner spontaneously raised by the onlookers: [Salute to the Anonymous Soldier Hero!]

Female Anchor (solemnly): "Currently, the identity of this soldier has not yet been confirmed. If anyone has information, please contact this station. Next is a safety reminder from the fire department..."

...

In the living room of Su Wu's villa, the television was broadcasting this news.

"Brother, you're on TV!" Su Xiao Nuan pointed at the screen excitedly. "Even though they didn't catch your face..."

Su Han leaned on the sofa; the wound on his back forced him to maintain a single posture. "Fortunately, they didn't."

Xiao Budian lay on his lap, her small finger pointing at the TV. "Great-grandfather is a big hero! Why don't you want people to know?"

"Because Great-grandfather doesn't like being stared at." Su Han rubbed her little head. "This was just part of my duty. Saving people is what I should do; it's nothing to show off about."

Heibao lay beside the sofa. Hearing the word "hero," its ears twitched, and it looked up at Su Han.

"What are you looking at? You're a hero too." Su Han smiled and patted its head. Heibao gave a satisfied grunt and lay back down.

Night fell, and the dormitory building of the Yuezhou Military Region's Falcon Special Forces Brigade was brightly lit.

The four members of the War Eagle Squad were sitting around eating dinner and watching TV.

"Holy crap! You guys, look at this video!"

Houzi suddenly sprang up from his chair. "This back... these moves... isn't this Su Han?!"

Daxiong and Shanmao immediately leaned in. On the screen was a recording of the fire scene—in the billowing thick smoke, a tall figure in military uniform was sending an unconscious person out of a third-floor window using a metal plate.

Although the image was blurry, those characteristic agile movements and the military green T-shirt were instantly recognizable to those familiar with him.

"It really is him!" Daxiong's eyes widened. "Isn't this kid on leave? How did he end up saving people from a fire while on vacation?!"

Zhou Mo frowned. "What's going on? This guy, did he run into trouble again?"

"Quick! Open the computer and look!"

Soon, the computer was opened. After entering the corresponding search, they found that reports about this fire were already everywhere.

The comment section below the video was already exploding:

[Tears! This is a real soldier!]

[I was at the scene! This soldier brother rushed in four times; his back was burned, but he refused to stop!]

[I heard he fell from the third floor at the end because of exhaustion, but fortunately there was a fire safety cushion...]

[Does anyone know which unit he's from? I want to send him some condolences!]

Zhou Mo scrolled the mouse, his frown deepening. "The whole internet is looking for the 'Anonymous Soldier Hero.' Su Han is going to be famous now."

"Wait!" Houzi suddenly cried out and clicked on another video. "Look at this one!"

In the video, a pitch-black military dog was biting the collar of an unconscious man, dragging him out of the fire.

What was even more shocking was what followed—when a burning wooden board fell, the military dog lunged forward without hesitation to block it with its body!

[My god! This dog is amazing!]

[I heard it was with that soldier and saved several people!]

[This isn't an ordinary dog, it's a military dog!]

The four of them looked at each other. "Isn't this Xiao Hei?"

...

Meanwhile, in a high-end residential area in Yuezhou City.

Su Xiao Nuan sat cross-legged on the bed, holding her phone and scrolling through Weibo, her small face flushed with excitement. "Brother! You're trending on the hot search! The topic 'Anonymous Soldier Saves Eight in Fire' has already reached the top three!"

In the living room, Su Han was lying on his stomach on the sofa while Su Xiao Nuan helped him change his medicine. Hearing this, he just gave a faint "Mm."

"Look at this video!" Su Xiao Nuan jumped off the bed and handed the phone to Su Han. "It caught the scene of you saving someone from the third floor! Although your face isn't clear..."

In the video, Su Han's figure was faintly visible in the thick smoke as he slowly sent an unconscious person out of the window using a metal plate.

The comment section was in an uproar:

[Those moves are so cool! He's definitely a Special Forces Soldier!]

[The third floor! No protection at all, just saving people with his bare hands!]

[I heard he fell because of exhaustion at the end. I wonder how he is now...]

"Brother, everyone is looking for you." Su Xiao Nuan blinked. "Do you want to post a statement or something?"

"No need." Su Han shook his head. "The hype will pass quickly."

Just as he finished speaking, Su Wu pushed open the door and entered, holding a tablet. "Third Grandpa, I'm afraid it won't be that simple."

He pulled up a page. "Some netizens have already analyzed the details of your uniform and deduced that you might be from the Yuezhou Military Region..."

"Besides, we were also at the scene, and our faces were caught too. Sooner or later, it will lead back to us, and your identity will be exposed."

Su Han's brow furrowed slightly.

"What's even more troublesome is this." Su Wu clicked on an interview video.

In the video, the proprietress of the hot pot restaurant was crying to the camera: "That soldier comrade saved my husband, but he himself was seriously injured... I want to thank him in person. Please, everyone, help me find him..."

Su Han: "..."

Dammit, is it impossible to keep a low profile?!

...

Su Han continued to lie on the sofa, the wound on his back stinging painfully.

Su Xiao Nuan carefully changed his medicine, her small face scrunched up for fear of hurting her brother.

"Brother, does it hurt?" she asked softly, her finger gently touching the edge of the gauze.

"It doesn't hurt." Su Han closed his eyes, his voice deep.

"Liar!" Su Xiao Nuan curled her lip. "Dr. Li just said this wound will hurt for at least several days, and you still won't use painkillers..."

Su Han didn't answer, his lips just turning up slightly.

Just then, the phone in the living room suddenly rang.

"I'll get it!" Xiao Budian jumped off the sofa and ran over on her bare feet, pit-a-patter. She grabbed the phone, excitedly shouted a few words, and then ran back, pit-a-patter. "Great-grandfather! It's a call from 'Uncle Houzi'!"