Seeing the blood dripping from the seams of the car, everyone had a bad premonition.
A dark cloud appeared in people's minds.
Bi Fang looked at the young man with a determined look and came to the co-pilot.
The passenger door had completely disappeared, and a man was lying on the seat, trying hard to suppress his roar. His breath sounded like it was squeezed out from between his teeth. When he saw Bifang, he immediately called for help.
As soon as Bi Fang's eyes moved downward, the drone automatically displayed a mosaic. The audience in the live broadcast room only saw a large mass of scarlet, but many people immediately vomited when they thought of that scene.
A large amount of blood spilled over the entire car floor, and even the blanket couldn't absorb it.
[What to do, Fang Shen, please save him! It looks so painful!]
【Is this all bad? 】
[Is there still hope? Does Fang Shen have any solution? 】
Almost everyone was asking if there was any way to save people, but Bi Fang remained silent or even moved.
He could clearly see that the man's legs were completely destroyed, and the bone stubble was sticking out ferociously. Even the blood had rarely flowed out and was almost drained. Let alone the rescue team that could not reach it now, even if they could.
It's too late to arrive.
The man just looked back and took a deep breath.
Bi Fang pulled the towel aside and pressed it on the man's still intact thigh, as if this could save some blood.
He looked into the man's eyes and spoke as gently as possible.
"There was too much blood, so much blood..."
"Save him, please, save him!"
Bi Fang turned his head and looked at the pleading young man beside him, but still shook his head slightly.
He is a human being, not a god.
"I can't bleed any more. There's too much blood. There's blood everywhere. I'm so cold." The large amount of blood loss caused the man to hallucinate. He murmured and grabbed Bifang's hand, his eyes full of pleading, "Help me,
I beg you."
"Am I injured somewhere? Is it serious? I don't feel good. I...I feel..."
Bi Fang pressed the man's wound, blood overflowed all over his palm. He looked into the man's eyes and spoke in a low voice but seriously.
"listen to me......"
"Where am I injured? I feel very cold, ah!" The man screamed again, "Something is wrong!"
"Listen, listen to me!" Bi Fang pressed the man's forehead, his eyes were 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 who was crying beside him, and then at Bifang. His eyes were dull, as if he couldn't believe it.
"No, no, no, impossible, how is it possible..."
The man's emotions suddenly became aroused. He seemed to be choking and breathing heavily, but he couldn't catch his breath. It was as if his lungs were leaking and he couldn't get air in no matter what.
Bi Fang held the man's hand tightly and pulled the blanket aside, as if this could warm the man.
"Look at me, look at me, keep looking at me, don't be afraid, don't be nervous..."
Bi Fang's voice was gentle, hoping to use his words to soothe Anne's emotions as much as possible.
"Think about spring, think about the sun, you will be bathed in the sunshine, feel warm, comfortable and warm, it will be fine, everything will be fine, don't be afraid."
"Think of the good things, the things that cross your mind, the people you love, the people who love you..."
The man's pupils trembled slightly, as if Bifang's words were really useful. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. It was as if all the liquid in his body had drained out.
Imagine beautiful things?
What was good was that today was a terrible day. He had never regretted it so much. He wanted to get promoted and get a salary increase, but his stingy boss couldn't agree to it. He also didn't buy the sneakers he promised to his son...
....I really want to go back and have a little drink with my friends, just a little, and I've escaped death. My wife should agree...
Suddenly, fresh and flamboyant emerald green rushed towards his face, like an endless forest, with sunlight dragging from 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 wall-creepers. The sunlight was filtered into green before it was allowed to enter the house. It was so warm and soft...
The man's pupils were dilated, his whole body was trembling slightly as if there was an electric shock, and tears suddenly flowed down. He didn't know why.
"Who do you love?"
Bi Fang asked a question again, but no one answered him...
The man opened his mouth and his face gradually turned gray.
"We...we shouldn't have come here, damn, damn, damn!"
A low cry came from a distance. Bifang stood up and looked at the man who had been leaning against the tree with an injured thigh, tears streaming down his face and his nose turning into ice. But after crying for a while, he started laughing again.
It seems like this is all a nightmare.
The young man closest to him also hit his head with his stiff palms.
The man died just like that.
Bi Fang stood up and suddenly didn't know what to do. Is it comfort?
He was not a linguist, so he could not heal these people's pain and despair with just a few words.
The live broadcast room was quiet as never before.
No one posted a barrage, and no one gave gifts, but everyone felt a shock to their souls.
They had never seen such a live broadcast. They had just watched a living life pass away. Right in front of them, they watched the man murmur and his pupils dilated...
But this was not the first time that Bi Fang had seen him. A long time ago, he, like the audience, had witnessed the departure of his teammates, dumbfounded and not knowing what to do.
He didn't know why his live broadcast room was not blocked. Maybe Wang Yongbo withstood the pressure, or there were other reasons.
Bi Fang stood up, wrapped the man's blanket more tightly, and went to the back seat. He found that there was a man and a woman. The man was in his thirties and had a big beard. The woman must be in her thirties and quite handsome.
Yunmei, looks like the big sister next door type.
After checking briefly to make sure they were unconscious and not seriously injured, Bi Fang looked at the young man aside.
"Is everyone here?"
"Yes, they are all here." The young man said tremblingly.
Four, there were still four people alive. Bi Fang counted them and took action immediately. These people had been suffering from hypothermia after staying in the heavy snow for so long.
The dead have passed away, and the living should work harder to live!
Bi Fang used a hunting knife to cut open the car seat and pull out large pieces of fabric. He then swept away the snow on the ground and took out a lighter from his bag.
"We need fire. For this, we must use everything available, seats, bows, and wood. At this time, forget about environmental protection. Even if there is a Wuyi Mountain mother tea tree next to you, you can tear it down and use it as firewood!"
Bi Fang spoke very quickly and was pressed for time. He directly broke off some wood and bark from the tree, gathered them together with cotton wool, and rubbed the fire stick, causing a large number of sparks to spatter.
"I originally used the fire stick for emergencies, but I didn't expect to use it so quickly."
"Compared with traditional flint for ignition, the main components of the fire stick are magnesium alloys and rare earth metals, so it has better performance. When it rubs rapidly with knives and saws, it can drop a large amount of metal shavings with thousands of degrees Celsius, quickly igniting
Burn hay, dead leaves, wood chips and other natural fire starters.”
【Is that person really dead? 】
As the flames were ignited, some viewers finally came to their senses, but they still seemed a little unbelievable about the scene just now.
Bifang suddenly became silent and added some firewood.
"Yes, he's dead. I really want to save him, but there's no way. He's bleeding too much. Even if I stop it, I can't save him..."
[It’s okay, Fang Shen, you did your best, don’t blame yourself.]
[Yes, yes, Fang Shen, don’t blame yourself, everyone knows you tried your best.]
[Is this the wilderness...Although I have found it difficult before, this is the first time I feel so dangerous...]
This time, the audience finally felt the cruelty of the wilderness.
Life here is as humble as an ant.
In the past, they only felt that the wilderness was dangerous and lacked resources, but as Bi Fang was able to avoid danger every time, gradually, they all forgot the cruelty of the wilderness, until this moment...
Seeing the fire rising, the young man finally came to his senses, climbed over on his own initiative, and stretched out his hands to warm up the fire, hoping to warm up his stiff fingers.
"It's no use just heating up the fire. If you don't want to use your hands, you have to bear the pain and break them open." Bi Fang pushed aside the surrounding snow.
"Leave it to you!" The young man was straightforward and immediately handed over a pair of hands.
"Is there any frostbite cream?"
"Yes, it's in the armrest box of the car."
Bi Fang got into the car and found the frostbite ointment. When he saw 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, do not go to the fire, because this will only cause the hand tissue to heat up too quickly and rot."
"Because once frozen, most of the cells in the frozen part have frozen, but have not broken yet. If it is cooked and heated quickly, it will just cause the cells to explode, just like an egg placed in a microwave oven!"
The young man who had just been removed from the fire was about to resist, but when he heard these words, he stopped moving.