Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

"It's so cold!"

As soon as Sun Chengwu opened his eyes, he saw a young woman in tattered clothes sitting curled up in a seat, her fair skin stained with mottled bloodstains, and her southern hemisphere swaying with her movements.

She had no time to appreciate the woman's body; white smoke billowed in front of her, and rows of seats held unconscious airplane passengers.

The biting cold seeped in through the cracks in the broken plane, and when it landed on me, it felt like a knife cutting into my flesh.

The interrupted memories were picked up again, and Sun Chengwu remembered.

Half an hour ago, the plane's turbine emitted smoke, leaving a trail of black smoke in the sky before crashing heavily onto a patch of ice.

Glaciers, cold. If Sun Chengwu's guess is correct, he should be in the Arctic at this moment.

"Help me!"

The young woman begged him for help.

Sun Chengwu used both hands to loosen the seatbelt. He rushed to the young woman and found that her seatbelt buckle was deformed.

The young woman hugged Sun Chengwu tightly, her breath steaming in the cold air, and said in a trembling voice, "I'm freezing to death."

Sun Chengwu raised his head and looked around.

He saw that in the small overhead luggage compartment, a hatch was open, revealing half of a suitcase.

He got up, dragged his suitcase down, and tried to open it.

But the temperature of minus twenty degrees Celsius had already frozen his muscles, and his fingers were unresponsive. He tried several times but could not unzip the suitcase.

In such a situation, let alone saving others, he himself would freeze to death.

The young woman hugged him tightly, wanting to get some warmth from him.

Compared to Sun Chengwu's mink jacket, the young woman wore only a light blue cheongsam, with a small vest draped over it with a white snow fox fur scarf.

The plane had air conditioning, and the temperature would rise as they flew over the Bering Strait. No one expected the plane to crash mid-flight, and their clothes were all in their backpacks or suitcases.

In a moment of desperation, Sun Chengwu placed the suitcase on the tilted ground and kicked it hard, creating a hole in it.

He crouched down and tore at the suitcase with his hands, pulling it open a crack, and the clothes inside spilled out.

Sun Chengwu hastily found a few pieces of clothing and covered the young woman with them.

Clothing cannot block the Arctic cold. Without unfastening their seatbelts and starting a fire to keep warm, they will quickly suffer from hypothermia, which can lead to acute pulmonary edema or cerebral edema. Patients will die after suffering for two to three days.

Sun Chengwu was an intern doctor, and the knowledge he had learned at school flashed through his mind.

He grabbed the young woman's hand, put one foot on the seat, and said, "The seatbelt won't open, it'll hurt a little in a bit, just bear with it."

The young woman nodded, her voice trembling.

Sun Chengwu grabbed the young woman's arm with one hand, placed the other hand on the seat, and straddled her with his feet, placing them on either side of the seat.

He used force to push the seat back, finally creating a gap between the seatbelt and the seat.

Fortunately, the young woman had a great figure; her legs were as straight as chopsticks, and her waist was so slender that it could be easily grasped. She easily slipped through the gap and escaped.

By this time, frost had formed on the ground, and scarlet blood dripped onto the ground.

The young woman exclaimed in surprise, "Are you injured?"

Sun Chengwu looked down and saw that there was a ten-centimeter-long cut on his arm that he didn't know when.

He grabbed a piece of clothing and wrapped it around the wound, urging the young woman, "It's just a small injury, hurry up and find some clothes to wear, or you'll freeze to death!"

At this time, besides Sun Chengwu, many other passengers had already woken up, and screams and cries could be heard continuously in the airport.

The young woman picked up two pretty dresses from her suitcase.

Seeing this, Sun Chengwu angrily slapped the young woman's buttocks, "Looking for a mink coat. This plane departed from Harbin, so someone must have brought a mink coat."

It's afternoon now, and the temperature is already this low; I imagine it will be even lower tonight.

Even without wearing a mink coat, ordinary sweaters or textiles are simply not enough to keep out the pervasive chill.

In just a short while, Sun Chengwu's nose was running from the cold.

My upper lip felt icy cold; that's because the snot that had just flowed out had frozen into frost.

Upon hearing this, the young woman went to find other suitcases.

Sun Chengwu wasn't idle either; he opened the overhead luggage compartments one by one and violently kicked open all the suitcases.

At this moment, an old man shouted at Sun Chengwu, "You bastard, what are you doing? Profiting from the dead, huh? I'm not even dead yet, and you're already trying to steal my things!"

It turns out the suitcase he had just kicked open belonged to the old man.

Sun Chengwu saw several dark-colored thermal underwear, a dark brown mink coat, and a yellow thermal military coat.

At this point, survival is the most important thing; what's the point of moral values?

Sun Chengwu picked up his suitcase and left.

The old man chased after him relentlessly, yelling, "You son of a bitch, give it back to me! Do you even know what my son does for a living?!"

Sun Chengwu retorted angrily, "Even if your son were the Heavenly King himself, he couldn't save you now. If I could save you, shut up if you want to live!"

He took all the clothes because he saw several other people doing the same thing. Just because he had a conscience doesn't mean others did.

Leaving the clothes to the old man at this point would be tantamount to harming him; it would be better to take him with you.

The old man was startled and about to explode in anger when Sun Chengwu slapped him hard across the face. "Shut up and get off the plane with me!"

The old man shuddered, glanced around, and, hearing the cries and screams around him, suddenly became timid.

Sun Chengwu took two steps forward and saw the young woman being surrounded by two men, one in front and one behind, who were trying to snatch a piece of clothing from her.

Suddenly, one of the bespectacled, seemingly refined scoundrels raised his hand and kicked the young woman in the stomach, cursing, "Damn it, you bitch, you just had to be beaten up by me!"

The young woman cried out in pain and knelt on the ground, her cheongsam hanging from the wire protruding from the broken chair next to her.

With a tearing sound, a large gash was ripped open.

The seemingly refined scoundrel's eyes lit up. "Oh, it's white. You can have this dress if you want, come with me, I'll warm your bed tonight."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Sun Chengwu rushed forward and kicked the scoundrel away.

The scoundrel's accomplice cursed a national treasure and was about to attack.

Sun Chengwu saw a broken steel pipe next to him, reached out and pulled it out, then hit his accomplice on the leg with the stick.

"Aww!"

His accomplice clutched his leg, screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

When Sun Chengwu was in school, his seniors told him that he must train himself, otherwise he would not be able to protect himself in the event of a medical dispute.

He was from the north, tall and strong, and his move immediately intimidated the two men.

Sun Chengwu pointed a steel pipe at the two scoundrels, saying, "Don't follow me, or I'll break your bones one by one!"

After saying that, he grabbed the young woman's arm, his eyes fixed on the two scoundrels, "Are you alright? Let's go."

The young woman remembered Sun Chengwu's words: the mink coat was a chance to survive, and she held it tightly in her hands.