Live Wilderness Adventure

Chapter 59 Withering

There was so much blood, the people inside...

Seeing the blood dripping from the car seams, everyone had a bad feeling.

A dark cloud appeared in people's hearts.

Bi Fang looked at the young man with affirmative eyes, 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 exhaling seemed to be squeezed through his teeth. When he saw Bi Fang, he immediately called for help.

As soon as Bi Fang moved his gaze down, the drone automatically put on a mosaic. The audience in the live broadcast room only saw a large scarlet mass, but many people vomited immediately when they thought of that scene.

A large amount of blood spilled over the entire car floor, and even the blanket couldn't hold it down.

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

[Is this all rotten? 】

【Is there any help? Can Fangshen have a solution? 】

Almost everyone was asking if there was any way to save the person, but Bi Fang remained silent or even moved.

He could see very clearly that the man's legs were completely useless, the stubble was protruding ferociously, and even the blood had seldom flowed out, almost dried up. It's too late.

The man is just looking back at the light and letting out 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, his tone as gentle as possible.

"There was so much blood, so much blood..."

"Save him, please, save him!"

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

He is a man, not a god.

"I can't bleed anymore, there's too much blood, there's blood everywhere, I'm so cold." The massive blood loss caused the man to hallucinate, he groaned, grabbed Bi Fang's hand, his eyes were full of pleading, "Help me, I beg you."

"Am I hurt somewhere? Seriously? I don't feel well, I...I feel..."

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

"listen to me"

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

"Listen, listen to me!" Bi Fang pressed the man's forehead, his eyes were serious like never before, "You're going to die, that's how things are..."

The man was stunned, he tilted his head slightly, looked at the tearful young man beside him, and then 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 became emotional suddenly, he seemed to be choking, breathing heavily, but he couldn't catch his breath, as if his lungs were leaking, and he couldn't breathe no matter what.

Bi Fang held the man's hand tightly, and pulled the blanket beside him, as if this 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 soft, he hoped to use words to soothe the man's emotions as much as possible.

"Think of spring, think of the sun, you'll be bathed in the sun, you'll feel warm, cozy and warm, it'll be all right, everything will be all right, 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 had flowed out of his body.

Thinking about something nice?

What is good? Today was a terrible day. He has never regretted it so much. He wants to be promoted and raise his salary, but the stingy boss can’t agree to it, and he didn’t buy the sneakers he promised his son. His wife complained that the leak in the house has not been repaired I want to go back and drink a little wine with my friends, just a little, I have escaped from death, my wife should agree

Suddenly, fresh and flamboyant emerald green rushed towards the face, like an endless forest, and the sunlight shone through 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 window was covered with new branches of creepers. The sunlight was filtered into green before he was allowed to enter this room. It was so warm and soft...

The memory is confused, he seems to be that little child, waiting for his parents to come back from get off work, and he seems to be a father, watching that rebellious brat want this and that.

The man's pupils dilated, and his whole body trembled slightly as if he had been electrified. Tears suddenly flowed down his face. He didn'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 turning gray.

The wind blows bleakly, as if whining 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 the tree before with his thigh injury was crying, and his snot turned into icicles. But after crying for a while, he laughed again, as if everything was wrong. nightmare.

The young man closest was also hammering his head with stiff hands.

The man just died.

Bi Fang got 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 studio was unprecedentedly quiet.

No one sent barrage, and no one gave gifts, but everyone felt a shock in the soul.

They have never seen such a live broadcast before. They just watched a fresh life leave, right in front of their eyes, watching the man raving, watching the man dilate his pupils...

But this is not the first time Bi Fang has met. A long time ago, he was just like the audience. He watched his teammates leave and was dazed, 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 man's blanket tighter, and came to the back seat again, and found another man and a woman unconscious, the man was in his thirties with a big beard, the woman was probably in her early twenties, very young, and looked Like school age.

He checked to make sure that the two 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, there are still four people alive. Bi Fang counted and acted immediately. These people have already started to lose temperature after staying in the heavy snow for so long.

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

Bi Fang cut open the car seat with a hunting knife, pulled out a large piece of fiber fabric, then swept away the snow on the ground, and took out a lighter from his bag.

"We need fire, so we must use everything available, such as seats, salutes, and wood. At this time, don't worry about environmental protection. Even if there is a mother tea tree in Wuyi Mountain next to you, you can chop it down and use it as firewood!"

Bi Fang spoke very fast, and the time was short. He directly broke some wood and bark from the tree, gathered them together with cotton wool, and rubbed the lighting stick, causing a lot of sparks to splash.

"Originally, I used the fire stick for emergency, but I didn't expect to use it so soon."

"Compared with the flint of the traditional ignition, the main components of the ignition rod are magnesium alloy and rare earth metal, so it has better performance. Burn dry grass, dead leaves, wood chips and other natural fire starters."

[Is that person really dead? 】

As the flame was ignited, some viewers finally came to their senses, but they still seemed a little unbelievable about the scene just now.

Bi Fang fell silent suddenly, and added some firewood.

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

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

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

[Although I found it difficult before, it was the first time I felt so dangerous... Has anyone called the police? 】

[It’s useless, this is a blizzard, and it’s impossible to catch up. 】

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

Life is as humble as an ant here.

Although they thought the wilderness was dangerous and lacked resources in the past, but as Bi Fang was able to save himself from 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 brought his hand closer. Under the firelight, he felt his hands itchy, not the skin but the flesh.

"It's useless to just heat up. If you don't want to use your hands, you have to tear them apart." Bi Fang pushed the snow around.

"I'll leave it to you!" The young man simply handed over his hands immediately.

"Is there frostbite ointment?"

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

Bi Fang got into the car, found the frostbite ointment, saw the young man climbed to the fire to warm himself, and immediately pulled him away from the fire.

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

"Because once you freeze, most of the cells in your frozen part have frozen, but they haven't broken yet. If you heat up quickly, it's like putting an egg in a microwave oven, and 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 froze for a moment.