Chapter 059 Mohe Special
"Many people believe that frostbite can be rewarmed by sitting by a fire, and in movies and TV shows, there are often scenes of rescuers rubbing snow on the bodies of frostbitten patients, but these practices are wrong."
"When frostbite is severe, you should neither rub it with snow, nor massage it vigorously with a towel, nor burn it with fire, otherwise the wound will erode, some tissues will be damaged, and it will be difficult to heal."
"To treat frostbite, you first need to get out of the cold environment and rewarm the person as quickly as possible, then immerse the person in water at 40 to 42 degrees, and keep adding water to maintain the water temperature during the immersion period."
"I don't have the conditions, so I can only use frostbite cream to rub and warm the skin. If this is not available, oil will also work. These are fine and smooth enough and will not cause secondary damage due to rough friction."
Bifang explained as he unwrapped the frostbite cream, squeezed a bunch of it onto his hands, and looked at the young man.
"what's your name?"
"Tianfang, Zheng Tianfang."
The young man's voice trembled. He was a little surprised by Bifang's way of speaking. This teaching-style explanation reminded him of his teacher in school.
"And you?"
"Bifang, Bifang from the divine bird Bifang." Bifang rubbed the smooth frostbite ointment on his hands and grabbed the young man's hand.
There was no temperature on Zheng Tianfang's hands. They felt like stone. Bifang rubbed them rapidly, allowing the frostbite ointment to slowly seep into them. The surface of his skin gradually warmed up.
Bifang slowed down his movements, slowly pinched one of Zheng Tianfang's fingers, and suddenly stretched it straight with force.
Zheng Tianfang gasped, his face flushed red, and his legs straightened unconsciously, but he held it in and didn't cry out in pain.
The audience in the live broadcast room subconsciously tightened their phones or mice, as if the severe pain just now happened to them.
[Oh my god, it hurts just looking at it.]
[There is nothing we can do about it. Fang Shen must be doing this for his own good.]
[Oh, what bad luck! I was thinking about traveling to Mohe before, but now I have no such idea at all.]
[Mohe City: This wave is a dimensionality reduction attack on the tourism industry! ]
[That's fine. If it weren't for Fang Shen, these five people would probably all have to die here.]
[Yes, they are lucky to meet Fang Shen in this kind of weather.]
The pain subsided and the stiff finger could bend slightly.
"Hold on, you've only healed one finger, but there are still nine to go. If these joints aren't loosened, you'll be holding the steering wheel like that for the rest of your life."
At this moment, Zheng Tianfang suddenly laughed. He looked at Bifang, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue: "Then Mr. Bi, take a look, is my tongue frozen?"
Bifang didn't understand what he meant. Seeing Zheng Tianfang's mischievous expression, he took advantage of his attention not being on his hands and stretched out another finger, frowning and saying, "Of course not if I can speak."
Zheng Tianfang's face turned red again after being hit by the severe pain: "My finger is broken... so what? I'm a tour guide anyway, I make a living with my mouth."
"Are you here for tourism? How did it come to this?" Bifang was amused by Zheng Tianfang's words. He rarely saw such a cheerful person, especially at this age, who could still make jokes even though he was in a desperate situation.
Talking about business, Zheng Tianfang sighed. He looked at the man's body with a sad face. "It's not a tour. Except for me, the four of us in this car are from National Geographic. They wanted to do a special edition on Mohe, so they asked me, a local tour guide, to lead the way."
"As a result, no one expected that there would be a sudden snowstorm. When we were driving downhill, we were not paying attention and the car flipped over and crashed into a tree. The person who just passed away was the photographer."
[Isn't this too exaggerated? Such a thick tree was broken directly? 】
[Maybe it's not strong enough? It should be a dead tree. I see that most of the branches are dry.]
[What should I do next, with all these people around?]
Bifang was also thinking about this. He stared at the flames and frowned as he thought. At the same time, he stretched out Zheng Tianfang's fingers one by one. Every time he stretched them, his knuckles made a crisp sound as if they were broken. The severe pain distorted the face of this optimistic young man by nature.
At this point, it is impossible to stay out of it. Bifang had already prepared himself mentally when he rushed here.
Gradually, Zheng Tianfang's fingers were able to move again, and the two unconscious people on the other side gradually woke up, but they seemed to have not yet accepted the reality and kept mumbling.
The man with the injured leg limped around, trying to get his broken-screen phone to find a signal, but it was all in vain.
Gathering everyone together around the fire, Bifang looked at the young man standing nearby. He was the only one who looked like he could help.
“Is the car equipped with GPS?”
"Yes!" Zheng Tianfang nodded, but he pointed at the completely deflated bumper in front of the car and smiled bitterly, "It's in the bumper."
Bifang held his forehead with his hand and was speechless for a moment.
Without GPS, the rescue team has no way of locating themselves, not to mention that there is a snowstorm going on and the rescue team cannot be dispatched.
As for judging where they are based on the drone images, this is as difficult as finding a sand dune in the desert through a photo!
【Fang Shen was speechless.】
[Why is the GPS installed in the bumper? Wouldn’t it be destroyed if it gets hit? ]
【Did you install the GPS yourself? 】
[No, car companies seem to install GPS in the front and rear bumpers, as I recall]
[Doesn't Fang Shen's drone have a signal? Can't it be located? ]
"No, my drone is specially made. It has a signal, but it can't be located. This is to provide you with the most realistic survival experience."
Bifang said that this approach was a dead end, as this was a drone released by the system and there was no loophole to exploit.
The signal mode of the live broadcast device is completely different from what everyone thinks. It is imported to the outside after being super-encrypted and transmitted through the external network. First of all, cracking is a problem. Even if it can be located, it will not be here, maybe it is your own home.
It couldn't even fly too high, and had to rely on the terrain for satellite positioning. Moreover, there was a blizzard, so it couldn't take clear pictures at a distance, and even identifying heat sources became a problem.
"who are you talking to?"
In the team, the bearded man who had been mumbling all the time finally calmed down. When he heard Bifang's words, his nerves tensed up again. He looked around and finally focused on Bifang, feeling very panicked.
"Don't worry, it's a live broadcast. I'm broadcasting live." Bifang took out the drone and calmed the man.
"Live broadcast*4!"
Four screams rang out simultaneously, and everyone looked at Bifang in disbelief. They really couldn't imagine what kind of person would broadcast live in the deep mountains and forests at minus ten degrees Celsius, especially in a snowstorm.
Are you crazy about being famous? Are you willing to give up your life?
"You also came out to travel, but ended up getting trapped?" Zheng Tianfang couldn't help but ask.
He had seen Bifang know so much before and thought he was a forest ranger or something like that, but he didn’t expect he was a host?
That should be a travel anchor, right? And he was also trapped by the sudden snowstorm?
"No." Facing four pairs of wide-eyed people, Bifang shook his head. "My live broadcast is to teach people how to survive in the wilderness. It's normal to encounter a blizzard. It's nothing."
【Stupefied, all stunned.】
[Eyes wide open like bells～～]
[Haha, this expression is the same as the one I saw when Fang Shen landed and received his body, the look of worshiping the big boss.]
[Basic operation, don't be 6, sit down]
[Brother Zheng: What a thick thigh. If I don’t hug it now, when will I hug it?]
"So we were all filmed?" The bearded man looked at the drone, finding it hard to accept. He had a slight resistance to the live broadcast of his suffering, but when he thought that he and his group were all rescued by Bifang, he didn't know what to say.
And although the probability is small, what if there is someone really talented enough to determine their location just by looking at the picture?
Zheng Tianfang swallowed his saliva, his eyes filled with fear. He looked at the raging snow and wind all around him, and suddenly realized that the only chance of survival was in the man in front of him who treated the snow and wind as nothing!
Otherwise, how could they, alone, escape from the howling cold wind?
Waiting to turn into a popsicle?
Or was it gnawed into a pile of bones by wolves?
Thinking of this, Zheng Tianfang immediately knelt in the snow and pleaded, "Can you help us?"
This sudden kneeling startled everyone. Bifang hurriedly helped Zheng Tianfang up, but at this moment, the familiar electronic sound rang again.
[Ding, congratulations to the host for triggering the side quest! ]
