Nan Jiaojiao wouldn't let him see, so Han Chuan didn't know exactly what her condition was.
The fire could spread at any moment, so every second counted.
Fortunately, Han Chuan had some skills. He coordinated with the firefighter, slightly lifting the car and then using various tools to pry open the car door.
The steering wheel was pressing against the airbag. Just as they were about to pull Bo Yanching out, the steering wheel moved out a palm's length, stuck there but wouldn't budge.
Bo Yanching's foot was trapped under the passenger seat. Mishandling the rescue could cause him to lose that leg.
"No, we must pry off the passenger seat structure and rescue the leg first."
The firefighter was searching for a smaller person, and Nan Jiaojiao said, "I'll go in."
Unnoticed by anyone, her hand had already reached out, hanging limp as if she couldn't muster the strength.
Han Chuan saw that her hand was bleeding but it was covered by her sleeve, and she wouldn't let him touch it.
