Live Wild Adventure

Chapter 59 Withering
The blood was dripping so much, the people inside...

Seeing the blood dripping from the car seam, everyone had a bad premonition.

A dark cloud appeared in people's minds.

Bi Fang looked at the affirmative young man and came to the co-pilot.

The co-pilot's door had completely disappeared. A man was lying on the seat, trying to suppress his roar. The sound of exhalation seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth. When he saw Bi Fang, he immediately called out for help.

As soon as Bi Fang's eyes moved down, the drone automatically displayed a mosaic, and the audience in the live broadcast room only saw a large blob of scarlet, but many people vomited directly when they thought of that scene.

Large smears of blood spilled over the entire car floor, and even the blankets could not be sucked.

[What should I do, Fang Shen, save him!It looks so painful! 】

【Is this all rotten? 】

【Is there any help?Does Fang Shen have a solution? 】

Almost everyone was asking if there was a way to save people, but Bi Fang remained silent, not even moving.

He could see very clearly that the man's legs were completely crippled, and the stubble was piercing fiercely, and even the blood had seldom leaked out, almost dry. Now let alone the rescue team can't make it, even if it can Come, it's too late.

The man just returned to the light and took a sigh of relief.

Bi Fang pulled the towel aside and pressed it on the man's still intact thigh, as if it could save a little blood.

He looked into the man's eyes and spoke as gently as possible.

"Too much blood, so much blood..."

"Save him, please, save him!"

Bi Fang turned his head and looked at the begging young man, but shook his head slightly.

He is a man, not a god.

"It can't flow anymore, there's too much blood, there's blood everywhere, I'm so cold." The massive blood loss caused the man to hallucinate, he murmured, grabbing Bi Fang's hand, his eyes full of pleading, "Save me, I beg you."

"Where am I hurt? Seriously? I'm not feeling well, I...I feel..."

Bi Fang pressed the man's wound, blood overflowing his entire palm, he looked into the man's eyes, and said in a low voice but seriously.

"Hear me out"

"Where am I injured? I feel very cold, ah!" The man screamed again, "What's wrong!"

"Listen, listen to me!" Bi Fang pressed the man's forehead with a serious look in his eyes, "You're going to die, that's how it is..."

The man was stunned, he tilted his head slightly, looked at the crying young man beside him, and then looked at Bi Fang, his eyes were dull, as if he couldn't believe it.

"No, no, no, it's impossible, how is it possible..."

The man was suddenly excited. He seemed to be choked up, breathing heavily, but he couldn't catch his breath, as if his lungs were leaking, and he couldn't take in any air no matter what.

Bi Fang held the man's hand tightly and pulled the blanket aside, as if it would warm the man up.

"Look at me, look at me, keep looking at me, don't be afraid, don't be nervous..."

Bi Fang's voice was gentle, and he hoped to use his words to soothe the man's emotions as much as possible.

"Think about spring, think about the sun, you'll be bathed in the sun and you'll feel warm, cozy and warm, it'll be alright, everything will be alright, don't be afraid."

"Think of the good things, the things that cross your mind, all the people you love, the people who love you..."

The man's pupils trembled slightly. It seemed that Bi Fang's words were really useful. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry, as if all the liquid in his body was draining.

Thinking of good things?

What is good?Today has been a terrible day, he has never regretted it so much, he wants to be promoted, wants to raise his salary, but the stingy boss can't agree, and he didn't buy the sneakers he promised his son, and his wife complained that the house was leaking for a long time and not repaired. If I want to go back and drink a little wine with my friends, just a little bit, I have escaped death. My wife should agree.
Suddenly, a fresh, flamboyant emerald green came to the face, like an endless forest, and the sunlight filtered through behind the leaves, illuminating 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 the crawler. The sunlight was filtered into green before he was allowed to enter this house. It was so warm and soft...

The memory is confused, he seems to be still that little child, waiting for his parents to come back from get off work, and he seems to be a father, watching that rebellious stinky boy want this and that.
The man's pupils dilated, his whole body trembled slightly as if it had been electrocuted, and tears suddenly flowed down, I don't know why.

So sad, like crying out my soul.

"Who do you love?"

Bi Fang asked a question again, but no one answered him.
The man opened his mouth, his face gradually graying.

The wind blew bleakly, as if mourning in a low voice.

"We...we shouldn't be here, damn, damn, damn!"

A low cry came from a distance. The man who had been leaning against a tree and had an injured thigh had tears in his eyes, and his snot had turned into ice, but after crying for a while, he laughed again, as if all this was the same. nightmare.

The nearest young man also hammered his head with stiff hands.

The man just died.

Bi Fang stood up quietly, suddenly he didn't know what to do, was it comforting?

He is not a linguist, and it is impossible to heal the pain and despair of these people with a few words.

The live broadcast room was unprecedentedly quiet.

No one posted a barrage, and no one sent gifts, but everyone felt a shock in their souls.

They have never seen such a live broadcast. They just watched a living life leave, right in front of them, watching the man babbling, watching the man dilate his pupils...

But this is not the first time Bi Fang has met. A long time ago, he, like the audience, watched his teammates leave and was sluggish, not knowing what to do, but he survived.

He didn't know why his live broadcast room was not blocked, maybe Wang Yongbo withstood the pressure, or some other reason.

Bi Fang wrapped the blanket around the man tightly, and came to the back seat again, and found another man and a woman unconscious. The man was in his 30s with a big beard, and the woman was probably in her early twenties. She was very young and looked like Is at school age.

He checked to make sure that the two of them were just unconscious, and then looked at the young man beside him.

"Is everyone here?"

"It's all here." The young man nodded tremblingly.

Four, and four people were still alive. Bi Fang counted them and acted immediately. These people have been in the snow for so long, and they have begun to lose temperature.

The dead are dead, and the living should work harder to live!

Bi Fang slashed the car seat with a hunting knife, tore out a large piece of fabric, then swept away the snow on the ground, and took out a flaming stick from his bag.

"We need fire, so we need to use everything that can be used. Seats, salutes, and wood. At this time, don't care about environmental protection. Even if you are next to the mother tea tree in Wuyi Mountain, you can chop it down and use it as firewood!"

Bi Fang spoke very fast, and the time was very tight. He directly broke some wood and bark from the tree, gathered them together with cotton wool, rubbed the tinder, and sputtered a lot of sparks.

"I originally used the spark stick for emergency use, but I didn't expect it to be used so quickly."

"Compared with the traditional ignited flint, the main components of the igniter are magnesium alloys and rare earth metals, so it has better performance, and can drop a large number of thousands of degrees of metal chips when rapidly rubbing with knives and saws. Use natural firestarters such as hay, dead leaves, and sawdust.”

[Is that person really dead? 】

As the flames were ignited, the audience finally recovered, but they still seemed to be in disbelief at the scene just now.

Bi Fang was suddenly silent, and he added some firewood.

"Yes, dead, I really want to save him, but there is no way, he is bleeding too much, and it can't be saved if it stops..."

[It's okay, Fang Shen, you did your best, don't blame yourself. 】

[Yes, yes, Fang Shen, don't blame yourself, everyone knows that you did your best. 】

[Although I found it very difficult before, this is the first time I feel so dangerous... Has anyone called the police? 】

[It’s useless, this is a blizzard, and I can’t make it at all. 】

This time, the audience finally felt the cruelty of the wilderness.

Life is as humble as an ant here.

In the past, although they felt that the wilderness was very dangerous and lacked resources, but as Bi Fang was able to avoid danger every time, they gradually forgot the cruelty of the wilderness until this moment.
Seeing the fire rising, the young man finally came back to his senses and put his hands together. Under the firelight, he felt that his hands were a little itchy, not itchy skin, but itchy flesh.

"Just warming up is useless. If you don't want to lose your hand, you have to tear it apart." Bi Fang pushed the surrounding snow away.

"I'll give it to you!" The young man was quite straightforward, and immediately handed over his hands.

"Is there frostbite cream?"

"Yes, in the armrest box of the car."

Bi Fang got into the car and found frostbite cream. Seeing the young man climbed to the fire to bake, he immediately pulled him away from the fire.

"If you have frostbite, especially your hands, don't go to the fire, it will only heat up your hand tissue too quickly and rot."

"Because once it freezes, most of the cells in your frozen part have frozen, but they haven't broken yet. If it heats up quickly, like an egg in a microwave, it will only cause the cells to explode!"

The young man who had just been removed from the fire was about to resist, but when he heard this, he stopped moving.

(End of this chapter)