Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness - Chapter 59
Chapter 58 Withering
Translator: 549690339
Blood had actually flowed so much, the person inside…
Seeing the blood dripping down from the seams of the car, everyone had a very
bad feeling.
A dark cloud appeared in people’s hearts.
Bi Fang looked at the young man with a certain gaze, then approached the front
passenger seat.
The door of the front passenger seat had completely vanished, and a man was lying across the seat, struggling to suppress his own screams, his breath sounding as if squeezed out through clenched teeth. Seeing Bi Fang, he immediately cried out for help.
As soon as Bi Fang’s gaze moved downward, the drone automatically blurred the image, and the live audience only saw a big lump of crimson. Many people, imagining the scene, vomited on the spot.
Large stains of blood overwhelmed the entire car floor, too much for even a
blanket to absorb.
[What can we do, Master Fang, please save him! It looks so painful!]
[Is he completely gone?]
[Is there any hope? Does Master Fang have a way?]
Almost everyone was asking if there was a way to save the person, but Bi Fang remained silent throughout, without even moving.
He could see very clearly that the man’s legs were completely destroyed, with chunks of bone protruding fiercely, and even the blood was barely flowing out, almost drained. Now, it wasn’t a matter of whether the rescue team could arrive in time, even if they could, it was already too late.
The man was merely at death’s door, hanging on to his last breath.
Bi Fang pulled over a towel and pressed it against the man’s relatively intact thigh, as if this could save a little blood.
He looked into the man’s eyes, speaking as gently as possible.
“You’ve lost too much blood, so much blood…
“Save him, please, save him!”
Bi Fang turned his head, looking at the young man pleading next to him, but still he shook his head gently.
He was human, not a god.
“No more bleeding is possible, too much blood has been lost, there’s blood everywhere, I’m so cold.” The man was hallucinating from the loss of blood, muttering and grasping Bi Fang’s hand, his eyes brimming with plea, “Save
me, please.”
“Have I been hurt? Is it serious? I don’t feel good. I feel…I feel…”
As Bi Fang pressed on the man’s wound, blood filled his entire palm. He looked into the man’s eyes and said in a low but serious voice.
“Listen to me…”
“Where am I hurt? I feel so cold, ah!” The man screeched again, “Something’s
not right!”
“Listen, listen to me!” Bi Fang held the man’s forehead, his eyes reflecting unprecedented seriousness, “You’re going to die, that’s the reality…”
The man froze. He slightly turned his head, looked at the young man crymg beside him, then at Bi Fang, his eyes vacant, as if he couldn’t believe it.
“No, no, no, it can’t be, how could this be…”
The man’s emotions surged suddenly. He seemed choked up, gasping for air, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t breathe, as if his lungs were leaking and unable to hold any air.
Bi Fang gripped the man’s hand tightly and pulled over another blanket, as if it might warm him up.
“Look at me, keep looking at me, don’t be afraid, don’t panic…
Bi Fang’s voice was soothing as he tried to calm the man with his words.
“Think about spring, think about the sun, you’ll be bathed in sunlight, feeling warm, comfortable, and warm, it will be okay, everything will be okay, don’t be scared.”
“Think about all the beautiful things, those that have crossed your mind, all the people you love, the people who love you…”
The man’s pupils trembled slightly, as if Bi Fang’s words were truly helping. He wanted to cry, but tears wouldn’t come, as if all the fluids in his body had run out.
Think about beautiful things?
What’s beautiful? The whole day had been terrible, he had never regretted so much. He wanted a promotion, a raise in salary, but his stingy boss would never agree. He also hadn’t bought the sneakers he promised his son, and the leak in the house his wife complained about hadn’t been fixed… He longed to go back and have a drink with friends, just a little bit, he’d survived death, surely his wife would agree…
Suddenly, lush and vibrant green hues flooded his vision as if an endless forest stretched before him, sunlight piercing through the leaves, brightening his eyes.
He saw the old house from his childhood once more, with newly sprouted ivy covering the windows, the sunlight filtered green before being allowed into the room, so warm, so gentle…
Memories became jumbled, he seemed to be that small child again, waiting for his parents to come home from work, and yet at the same time he was a father himself, looking at that rebellious little brat asking for this and that…
The man’s pupils dilated, his body trembled slightly as if electrified, and tears suddenly flowed, without knowing why.
It was heartbreaking, as if his soul was weeping out.
“Who do you love?”
Bi Fang asked the question again, but no one answered him…
The man’s mouth opened, his face gradually turning gray.
The wind howled solemnly, as if mourning in a low voice.
“We…we shouldn’t have come here, damn it, damn it, damn it!”
A quiet sobbing came from a distance, the man who’d been leaning against the tree with an injured thigh had tears frozen into icicles on his face, but after crying for a while, he began to laugh, as if it all were a nightmare.
The nearest young man also pounded his head with stiff hands.
The man had died.
Bi Fang stood up quietly, suddenly unsure what to do. Was it to offer comfort? He wasn’t a linguist; he couldn’t possibly alleviate these people’s pain and despair with a few words.
The live streaming room was quieter than it had ever been.
No one posted comments or sent gifts, but everyone was shaken to their core. They had never seen such a live stream, they had just watched a living person die, right before their eyes, hearing the man’s delirium, watching his pupils dilate…
But this wasn’t Bi Fang’s first time witnessing such a thing. A long time ago, like the viewers, he watched a teammate pass away, frozen and unsure what to do, but he had survived all that.
He didn’t know why his live stream hadn’t been shut down, maybe Wang Yongbo had resisted the pressure, or maybe it was something else.
Bi Fang wrapped the man’s body tighter in the blanket, then moved to the back seat and found a man and a woman unconscious. The man in his thirties, with a big beard, the woman probably just over twenty, very young, looking like she was of college age.
After making sure that the two were only unconscious without serious harm, he turned to the young man.
“Is everyone here?”
“Everyone’s here,” the young man replied, shivering.
Four, there are four people still alive, Bi Fang counted, and immediately sprang to action; these people had been in the snow for too long and were beginning to suffer from hypothermia.
The dead were gone, the living must struggle harder to survive!
Bi Fang used his Hunting Knife to slit open the seat cushions, pulling out large pieces of fiber fabric, then swept away the snow from the ground, and took out his Firesteel.
“We need fire, so everything that’s available must be used: seats, luggage, wood, now is not the time to worry about environmental protection, even if you are next to the Wuyi Mountain Mother Tea Tree, you can chop it down for firewood!”
Bi Fang spoke quickly, with urgency, directly breaking off some wood and bark from the trees, gathering them with the cotton fluff, and rubbing the Firesteel, sparking a shower of sparks.
“The Firesteel was meant for emergencies and I didn’t expect to use it so soon.” “Compared to traditional flint fire starting tools, the main components of Firesteel are magnesium alloy and rare-earth metals, giving it superior performance. When rapidly rubbed against a knife or saw, it sheds numerous flakes of metal at thousands of degrees Celsius that can instantly ignite dry grass, dead leaves, sawdust, and other natural kindling.
[Did that person really die?]
As the flame lit, finally a viewer snapped back to reality, but they still seemed to find it hard to believe what had just happened.
Bi Fang suddenly fell silent, adding more wood to the fire.
“Yes, he’s dead. I really wanted to save him, but there was no way. He lost too much blood; even stopping it wouldn’t have helped…”
[It’s okay, Master Fang, you did your best, don’t blame yourself.] [Yeah, Master Fang don’t blame yourself, we all know you tried hard.] [I thought it was tough before, but this is the first time I feel it’s so dangerous… Has anyone called the police?]
[It’s no use, this is a blizzard, they can’t make it.]
This time, viewers could truly sense the cruelty of the wilderness.
Life here was as cheap as ants’.
Although the wilderness had always seemed dangerous and resource-scarce, as Bi Fang always managed to turn danger into safety, they gradually forgot the ruthlessness of the wild, until this moment…
Seeing the fire rise, the young man finally snapped out of it, he brought his hands closer to the flames, and under the light of the fire, they felt itchy – not a skin itch, but a deep, flesh itch.
“just warming up isn’t enough, if you don’t want your hands to be useless, you have to endure the pain and pry them apart.” Bi Fang cleared the surrounding snow.
“I’ll leave it to you!” The young man was decisive, and immediately stretched out his hands.
“Do you have frostbite cream?”
“Yes, it’s in the glove compartment of the car.”
Bi Fang dove inside the car, found the frostbite cream and seeing the young man had crawled to the fire to warm up, immediately pulled him away from it.
“If you have frostbite, especially on your hands, never go warming them by the fire, this will only cause your tissues to heat up too quickly and rot away.” “Because once frozen stiff, most of the cells in that area are already iced over, but they haven’t burst yet. If they warm up too quickly, it’s like putting an egg in a microwave; it will only cause the cells to explode!”
The young man, just yanked away from the fire, thought to resist, but upon hearing this, he stopped moving.
