Chapter 401 Witnessing Death for the Second Time
In the azure abyss, a figure struggled to grow from small to large.
The edge of the crack was narrowing, and slowly, Fisher, moving to the far left, began to climb up, smashing his ice axe viciously into the creamy wall and finding his footing. Every step was a struggle and a pain in his concentration.
He crawled upward like a worm.
Stab, kick, deflect, repeat.
He had completely lost the feeling between his palm and the ice axe. Perhaps they were frozen or perhaps they were necrotic. Everything turned into his obsession with survival.
"Maybe I'm unconscious and this is all an illusion."
Fisher thought to himself that he couldn't believe that the man who was seriously injured in the ice crack and could still move a hundred meters and climb upwards was himself.
Finally, after mechanically swinging the axe upwards for who knows how many times, a small patch of blue sky appeared.
Fisher wanted to take a break, but he couldn't. If he let go, he would die.
He propped himself up and lay there, half in and half out, exhausted and unable to move.
Five minutes later, with a final burst of energy, he forced his body forward onto solid ground, staggered to his feet, and then fell back down.
He couldn't walk. He could barely get to his knees. It was then that Fisher realized how broken his body was. As he dragged his broken ribs across the ice wall, he knew that unless his companions found him, he would not survive. Perhaps he was bleeding internally and needed help.
But just as he was about to touch the ground, a hand suddenly grabbed him.
Fisher opened his frosty eyes. Was it an illusion?
There is actually someone here.
There are still people after the avalanche. Is this an illusion?
Fisher opened his mouth weakly, as if he wanted to say something, but after a long effort, he did not shout for help or say thank you.
"Do you have coffee? Hot is best."
“Come and save them!”
Fisher fainted completely after receiving the response.
Yao Jun and Jarrett rushed to Bifang and shuddered at the sight of Fisher, who was in such a miserable state. This guy didn't look like a human being at all; he looked like a ghost crawling out of hell!
His clothes and mouth were covered in blood like ice chips. The man's left hand was twitching weakly. It was strangely longer than his right hand, and his left ankle was also twisted irregularly.
The two of them felt a little jealous and couldn't help but wonder, if it wasn't Bifang, would they be in the same situation?
He secretly took a look into the crack and felt the cold wind cutting his face. Yao Jun gave up the idea. He was afraid that he could not even climb out and could only wait to die down there.
The audience was dizzy.
[It’s over. I’m dizzy with blood]
Is this the avalanche victim?
[Fuck, this is too fucking scary]
[No, I’m going to have nightmares tonight]
[Fang Shen, please code me. I’m scared.]
In the live broadcast room, Fisher, with a miserable face, was quickly censored.
Bifang carefully laid Fisher flat on the ground: "Yao Jun, look for any ID on him that can prove his identity. Jarrett, do you have any hot water?"
"Oh, yes."
"Feed him some."
Bifang quickly undressed the man and found that his chest and abdomen were covered with large bruises. He couldn't help but gasp, "Bleeding from the mouth and nose, swollen body, tense muscles, dark blue in color, symptoms of internal bleeding!"
[Internal bleeding, he won't die, right? ]
[Fuck, this is serious, right?]
[Not necessarily. It depends on what kind of internal bleeding there is and whether there are any symptoms of shock or apnea. Since they were able to climb up such a deep glacier, I don’t think it’s particularly serious.]
"Jarrett, prop his feet up with the backpack."
"oh oh."
Bifang held down the man's right hand and tried to take the ice axe from his hand. As soon as he pried open his fingers, a thin layer of skin was torn off. The ice axe and the man's palm were completely frozen together, which made the audience's scalps numb.
[Oh my god, this is too scary]
Bifang took Jarrett's warm water and slowly poured it on the man's hand. He waited until the blood ice melted before successfully removing the ice axe, then pressed his wrist to monitor his heart rate.
After a while, Yao Jun asked nervously, "How is it?"
In his entire life, Yao Jun had never seen anyone die in front of him. He thought that death was no big deal, but when it really happened, he was really nervous and even stuttered when he spoke.
Feeling the beating of his heart rate, Bifang's brows slowly relaxed: "It's OK, the heart rate is stable, it's just a simple fainting, not shock. Now we can only suspect internal bleeding, which may be caused by broken ribs, but it's not too serious. At least some important organs are not injured, otherwise he would not be able to climb out of the abyss."
"What do we do now?"
"No way." Bifang shook his head. He knew how to survive and how to give first aid, but he was not a doctor and could not perform surgery. Even if he could, he did not have the conditions to do so now. "When encountering a patient with internal bleeding, the best way is to stay still, with the head down and feet elevated, using gravity to redistribute the blood flow in the body, and then wait for rescue. Any major movement may cause the internal damage to worsen again."
"Here is the shoulder..." Bifang looked again and again.
Subway, old people, cell phones.
"It's not a simple dislocation. The shoulder blade may be broken. There may be a lot of broken bones. Surgery is necessary. As for the ankle... I can handle the ankle."
Bifang took off his shoes and touched the other person's ankle. It was just a dislocated ankle, but no broken bones. He straightened it directly.
"If you encounter a dislocation, don't do anything without some experience. It's best to take him to a professional hospital and have him corrected by a doctor. Yao Jun, do you have a towel? Wrap his ankle and apply cold compress. It's best to use a towel to apply cold compress, otherwise it's easy to get frostbite."
Yao Jun was about to look for the towel when he heard it, but he took out a piece of ID: "Oh, by the way, I found this on him."
Bifang took the work permit and was a little surprised: "Fisher? He is Fisher?"
[Fuck, that guide who was in the same company as Rob! It was the guide from the Japanese and the Texan! Where are they?]
[This guy is a ruthless person]
[Awesome, really awesome. With internal bleeding and a dislocated left hand, he managed to crawl out of the crack by himself. This is fucking exaggerated ...]
[Is this the boss? ]
[The guide is here, are the others here too? Maybe they are in the crack?]
Bifang took off his headlamp and shone it into the crack in the ice, but he did not find any other people. It was not until he walked more than fifty meters that he saw a very familiar figure lying in the crack.
The drone slowly descended, and the audience covered their mouths in shock.
[Is that Withers...?]
[I don’t dare to look…]
[Although the other party was very rude, but may the ashes return to ashes, may the deceased rest in peace...]
[It's clearly a horror live broadcast]
[This anchor has such a strong background, he can even broadcast something like this? ]
[Nonsense, did you see the red star behind the name? Official certification, are you kidding? ]
Above the crack, Bi Xiang shone towards the bottom of the crack. The sunlight shone on his back, and the blue light of the glacier was reflected on his face, flowing slowly, appearing a little blurry.
Just tens of meters apart, heaven and abyss.
Why.
After a long silence, Bifang sighed.
This was the second time someone died in front of me.
