Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

After helping Su Wanqing treat her wounds, Sun Chengwu began to treat his own.

His head was also hit by hail, but there was no cut, just two big bumps.

Sun Chengwu pressed it gently; it hurt a little, but it probably didn't break any bones.

He took off his clothes again.

There are two teeth marks on the upper and lower sides of my right forearm. The wound is swollen, and the blood inside has congealed into crystalline scabs.

He was bitten by a dog and didn't have time to treat it, so it healed on its own.

He was wearing a bearskin coat. Dogs have limited bite force and tooth length, so the wound wasn't deep, only less than a centimeter inside.

After cleaning it, Sun Chengwu squeezed out the blood and made sure there was no cavity, then bandaged it up and left it alone.

Sofia took the blood-stained water out and brought in a steamer of steamed buns.

Sun Chengwu was slightly taken aback when he saw the steamed buns.

He had forgotten how long it had been since he had seen food made from such fine grains.

Sophia said softly, "This was sent by the chieftain. He said that rice and noodles were scarce, and this was all he could offer. He asked you not to mind."

Sun Chengwu took them; there were seven steamed buns in total, each less than half the size of a fist, and the air was filled with the aroma of noodles.

Sun Chengwu's saliva kept flowing, and he couldn't help but swallow.

He hasn't eaten steamed buns for more than half a year.

Sun Chengwu took one over, but it wasn't the soft steamed bun he remembered. It was made with unleavened dough, without any yeast, and it even had a faint sour smell.

Even so, it is still a rare delicacy.

Sun Chengwu handed one to Su Wanqing first, then picked one up and put it in his mouth, taking a big bite.

The aroma of noodles filled my mouth.

Sun Chengwu didn't savor it carefully; he swallowed it impatiently and took another bite.

The three of them quickly finished off a steamer of steamed buns.

Sun Chengwu wasn't quite full; he licked his lips, the aroma of the steamed bun still lingering in his mouth.

If this unleavened dough were made into leavened dough, the volume of the steamed buns could at least double.

After eating, Sun Chengwu lay down, feeling utterly exhausted.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he soon fell asleep.

In his sleep, he felt someone touching him.

Sun Chengwu didn't pay attention at first, thinking it was Su Wanqing.

But as I was sleeping, I felt a chill down below, and my pants were pulled down.

He quickly opened his eyes, covered his body, and said urgently, "Sister Su, no, there are people next to us."

He met Sofia's eyes.

Sofia lay on his lap, looking up at him.

Sun Chengwu's head buzzed. "Sophia, what are you doing?"

Sofia ignored Sun Chengwu and continued to focus on her own work.

Sun Chengwu turned his head and glanced at the sleeping Su Wanqing, and a sense of guilt welled up inside him.

He got up to stop Sofia, but she held on tightly.

Sun Chengwu was afraid of waking Su Wanqing, so he didn't dare to make any big movements.

After tossing and turning for more than twenty minutes, Sun Chengwu lay down on the bed, feeling utterly hopeless.

Sophia hugged Sun Chengwu's arm from the other side, a smile on her face, and deliberately called out in a sweet tone, "Master."

Sun Chengwu glared at her, but there was nothing he could do.

When I woke up again, it was already noon the next day.

Su Wanqing had already gotten up and wasn't beside him.

Sophia brought in a basin of hot water and said, "Sister Su said she's going to check on Ataya's house and will be back in a little while."

Sun Chengwu nodded.

He looked at Sophia's face and thought about what had happened last night, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Sofia acted as if nothing had happened, washed a towel, and helped Sun Chengwu wipe his face.

Sun Chengwu was a little unaccustomed to it, "I'll do it myself."

Sofia put down the towel, turned her back to Sun Chengwu, and took off her clothes.

After washing his face, Sun Chengwu saw Sophia completely naked and exclaimed in shock, "What are you doing?"

Sofia replied matter-of-factly, "Serving the master, that's how it's portrayed on TV. When the master wakes up in the morning, you have to help him clean up."

Sun Chengwu quickly pulled his leg back, got up and put on his clothes. "I have something to do. Is there any food? Bring it to me."

Undeterred, Sophia got up, dressed, and said, "Master, you can ask me anytime you want."

After Sofia went out, she brought in steamed buns and a serving of seal meat.

Sun Chengwu chopped the seal meat with a knife, then cut the steamed bun in half to make a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).

After finishing his meal, he went out of the room and first went to see the clan chief.

The clan chief, dressed in a fur coat, was in his room. Seeing Sun Chengwu enter, he looked up and asked, "Are you alright?"

Sun Chengwu nodded. "I've rested well."

The chieftain calmly said, "I've already sent people to search for the polar bear's carcass; it should be brought back in a couple of days. Where are the other survivors?"

"I'll have them send them to my camp. You can decide whether to arrange for someone to pick them up or wait until I get back."

The clan chief pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go together when you get back, just make sure they're safe."

By the way, Jim's grandson said he wants to see you.

Sun Chengwu recalled Jim's death and knew this moment would come sooner or later, so he agreed, "I'll go find him."

The clan chief stood up. "Let's go together."

The two arrived at the place where Old Ma was resting.

Old Ma was still fast asleep, being looked after by Jim's grandson.

The moment Jim's grandson saw Sun Chengwu, his eyes immediately reddened, but he didn't make a fuss or question him. Instead, he calmly said, "They told me that my grandfather is dead."

I'm the only doctor left in the village, and I have to carry on my grandfather's last wish.

I will diligently learn medicine from you; please teach me.

He bowed ninety degrees to Sun Chengwu, as if he had grown up overnight.

The clan chief helped Sun Chengwu translate.

Sun Chengwu nodded without saying anything more.

He walked over to Old Ma and checked on him.

His fever has gone down after taking the medicine, but it will probably take some time before he fully recovers.

Sun Chengwu said to Jim's grandson, "If his temperature rises again at night, wipe his body with strong liquor to lower his temperature physically."

First, give him cold medicine. If he develops a cough or makes noises when he breathes, then give him antibiotics.

Antibiotics are those little white-green capsules.

Another issue is that communication is too difficult for us. The chieftain can't keep translating, so you have to learn Russian or Chinese.

Jim's grandson agreed, "Okay, I will study hard."

After leaving Lao Ma's room, the two walked side by side.

The chieftain said, "If nothing unexpected happens, Ollie and his men will return in a week, bringing with them new trade routes."

You can tell me what you need when the time comes, but you'll have to pay for it yourself.

In addition, I have arranged for Ollie to deliver your message, but it will take at least a month to get it out.

I can't guarantee whether it will reach your country after it's sent out.