Chapter 058 Withering
So much blood was spilled, the people inside...
Seeing the blood dripping from the seams of the car, everyone had a bad feeling.
A dark cloud appeared in people's hearts.
Bifang looked at the young man with an affirmative look and came to the passenger seat.
The passenger door had completely disappeared. A man was lying on the seat, trying hard to suppress his roar. The sound of his breathing seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. When he saw Bifang, he immediately called for help.
As soon as Bifang's eyes moved downwards, the drone automatically blurred the image, and the audience in the live broadcast room only saw a large mass of scarlet. However, many people vomited when they thought of that scene.
Large pools of blood covered the entire floor of the car, and even the blanket couldn't absorb it.
[What should I do? Master Fang, please save him! He looks so miserable!]
[Is this all rotten? ]
[Is there still hope? Does Fang Shen have a solution? ]
Almost everyone was asking if there was any way to save people, but Bifang remained silent and didn't even move.
He could see clearly that the man's legs were completely broken, with bones sticking out hideously. Even the blood had barely flowed out, almost all of it had dried up. Not to mention that the rescue team couldn't get there, even if they could, it would be too late.
The man was just holding on for a moment.
Bifang grabbed a towel and pressed it on the man's relatively intact thigh, as if this could save some blood.
He looked the man in the eyes and spoke as gently as possible.
"Too much blood has been shed. So much blood has been shed..."
"Save him, please, save him!"
Bifang turned his head and looked at the young man who was begging beside him, but still shook his head slightly.
He is a man, not a god.
"I can't bleed anymore. I've lost too much blood. There's blood everywhere. I'm so cold." The man was hallucinating from the massive blood loss. He muttered and grabbed Bifang's hand, his eyes full of pleading, "Save me, please."
"Am I hurt somewhere? Is it serious? I don't feel well, I... I feel..."
Bifang pressed the man's wound, blood overflowing his entire palm. He looked into the man's eyes and spoke in a low but serious voice.
"listen to me……"
"Where am I hurt? I feel very cold, ah!" The man screamed again, "Something is wrong!"
"Listen, listen to me!" Bifang pressed the man's forehead, his eyes more serious than ever before, "You are going to die, this is the situation..."
The man was stunned. He tilted his head slightly and looked at the young man crying beside him. Then he looked at Bifang with a dull look in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it.
"No, no, no, it's impossible, how could it be possible..."
The man suddenly became agitated. He seemed to be choking and took deep breaths, but he couldn't catch a breath. It was as if his lungs were leaking and he couldn't get any air in no matter what he did.
Bifang held the man's hand tightly and pulled a blanket over him, as if this could warm the man up.
"Look at me, look at me, keep looking at me, don't be afraid, don't be nervous..."
Bifang spoke in a gentle voice, hoping to soothe the man's emotions with his words.
"Think of spring, think of the sun, you will be bathed in the sun and feel warm, comfortable and warm, it will be okay, everything will be okay, don't be afraid."
"Think of all the good things, all the things that cross your mind, all the people you love, and the people who love you..."
The man's pupils trembled slightly, as if Bifang's words really worked. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't, as if all the liquid in his body had drained out.
Think of something good?
What is good? Today was a terrible day. He had never regretted so much. He wanted a promotion and a pay raise, but his stingy boss would never agree. He also didn’t buy his son the sneakers he promised to buy, and his wife had been complaining for a long time about the leak in the house that hadn’t been fixed… He really wanted to go back and have a drink with his friends, just a little. He had escaped death, so his wife should agree…
Suddenly, fresh, bold emerald green came towards him, like an endless forest. The sunlight shone through the leaves and illuminated the man's eyes.
He once again saw the old house where he lived when he was a child. The windows were covered with new branches of creepers. The sunlight was filtered into green before it was allowed to enter the house. It was so warm and gentle...
His memory was confused. He seemed to still be that little kid, waiting for his parents to get home from get off work. But he also seemed to be a father, watching that rebellious kid asking for this and that...
The man's pupils dilated, his whole body trembled slightly as if an electric shock had occurred, and tears suddenly flowed down his face, he didn't know why.
I feel so sad, as if I want to cry out my soul.
"Who do you love?"
Bifang asked another question, but no one answered him...
The man opened his mouth and his face gradually turned pale.
The wind blew blew sadly, as if it was wailing softly.
"We...we shouldn't have come here, damn it, damn it, damn it!"
Low crying sounds came from a distance. The man with an injured thigh who was leaning against the tree had tears in his eyes and his snot had frozen into icicles. But after crying for a while, he burst into laughter as if all this was a nightmare.
The young man closest to him also hit his head with his stiff hands.
The man just died like that.
Bifang stood up quietly, and suddenly didn't know what to do. Should he comfort her?
He was not a linguist, so it was impossible for him to soothe these people's pain and despair with just a few words.
The live broadcast room was quieter than ever before.
No one posted comments, and no one sent gifts, but everyone felt a spiritual shock.
They had never seen such a live broadcast. They had just watched a life pass away, right before their eyes. They watched the man mutter incoherently, and watched his pupils dilate...
But this was not the first time Bifang had seen this. A long time ago, he, like the audience, witnessed his teammates leave, stunned and not knowing what to do, but he managed to get through it all.
He didn’t know why his live broadcast room was not blocked. Perhaps Wang Yongbo withstood the pressure, or there might be some other reason.
Bifang wrapped the blanket around the man more tightly and went to the back seat, where he found another man and a woman unconscious. The man was in his thirties with a big beard, and the woman was probably in her early twenties, very young and looked like she was at school age.
He checked and made sure that the two were just unconscious and nothing serious happened, then looked at the young man next to them.
"Is everyone here?"
"It's all here." The young man nodded tremblingly.
Four, there are still four people alive. Bifang counted them and immediately took action. These people had been in the snow for so long that they had begun to suffer from hypothermia.
The dead are gone, and the living should work harder to live!
Bifang used a hunting knife to cut open the car seat, pulled out large pieces of fabric, then swept the snow off the ground and took out a fire stick from his bag.
"We need fire, so we need to use everything we can, including chairs, gifts, and wood. Don't worry about environmental protection at this time. Even if there is a Wuyi Mountain tea tree next to you, you can chop it down and use it as firewood!"
Bifang spoke very quickly. Time was very tight, so he simply broke off some wood and bark from the tree, gathered them together with cotton wool, rubbed them against the fire stick, and a lot of sparks flew.
"I originally used the fire stick for emergencies, but I didn't expect to use it so soon."
"Compared to the traditional flint used for ignition, the main components of the fire stick are magnesium alloy and rare earth metal, so it has better performance. When it rubs against knives and saws quickly, it can drop a large amount of metal chips at thousands of degrees, quickly igniting natural fire starters such as hay, dead leaves, and sawdust."
[Is that person really dead? ]
As the flames were lit, some of the audience finally came to their senses, but they still seemed a little unable to believe what had just happened.
Bifang suddenly fell silent and added some firewood.
"Yes, he's dead. I really wanted to save him, but there was no way. He was bleeding too much, and even if we stopped the bleeding, it would be too late to save him..."
[It's okay, Fang Shen, you did your best, don't blame yourself. ]
[Yes, yes, don't blame yourself, Fang Shen. Everyone knows you tried your best.]
[Although I found it difficult before, this is the first time I feel it is so dangerous... Has anyone called the police? ]
[It's no use. This is a snowstorm. We can't make it in time.]
This time, the audience finally felt the cruelty of the wilderness.
Life here is as humble as an ant.
Although they used to think that the wilderness was dangerous and lacked resources, as Bifang was able to escape danger every time, they gradually forgot the cruelty of the wilderness, until this moment...
Seeing the fire rising, the young man finally came to his senses and put his hand over. Under the firelight, he felt his hand itchy, not on the skin, but on the flesh.
"Just raising the temperature is useless. If you don't want your hands to be disabled, you have to bear the pain and pry them apart." Bifang pushed away the snow around him.
"I leave it to you!" The young man was straightforward and immediately handed over his hands.
"Do you have any frostbite cream?"
"Yes, in the armrest box of the car."
Bifang got into the car, found the frostbite ointment, and seeing the young man crawling to the fire to warm himself, he immediately pulled him away from the fire.
"If you have frostbite, especially on your hands, don't go to a fire, as this will only cause your hand tissue to rot overheating quickly."
"Because once you freeze, most of the cells in the frozen part have already frozen, but they haven't broken yet. If you heat it up quickly, like putting an egg in a microwave, it will only cause the cells to explode!"
The young man, who had just been pulled away from the fire, was about to resist, but when he heard this, he suddenly stopped moving.
