Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

He didn't save Wang Hu immediately; he had to minimize the time spent going deeper and save the people inside first.

Otherwise, if he makes too many trips back and forth, he will also be poisoned and fall into a coma.

Sun Chengwu walked down five or six meters and saw three people lying on the ground.

Wang Hu was the strongest and needed the most oxygen, so he was the first to fall into a coma.

The other two people were lying on the ground a meter or two away from him.

Sun Chengwu bit his underwear, dragging one person with each hand, and walked back.

Halfway there, he started to feel breathless; dragging the weight of two people was consuming too much oxygen.

He decisively let go and ran outside.

After running more than ten meters, I covered my nose with my underwear and took a deep breath.

Fortunately, the temperature here is high enough, above zero, otherwise Sun Chengwu's two bells would probably have frozen to death.

After a while, Sun Chengwu went down again, this time dragging Baldy and Wang Hu along with him.

After being dragged in this manner for over twenty minutes, all four people were finally brought to safety.

Sun Chengwu lay on the ground, feeling very dizzy. He didn't know if it was because of lack of oxygen or poisoning.

He didn't dare linger too long. He took out spare underwear from his backpack, changed into it, put on his pants, and went outside alone.

He took a deep breath, the air, nearly minus fifty degrees Celsius, felt like needles pricking his alveoli.

"Cough cough cough..."

Sun Chengwu lay on the ground, coughing violently, with snot and tears streaming down his face.

He wiped his face, his snot and tears already frozen on his face.

He is now certain that he has just been poisoned.

After a while, when the dizziness subsided, he returned and dragged the four people out in turn.

They needed to get some air and couldn't stay in the cave any longer.

After a while, Wang Hu woke up first. He shivered, opened his eyes, and cursed, "Damn, why is it so cold?"

Seeing that Wang Hu was awake, Sun Chengwu breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the three bald men remained unconscious.

Sun Chengwu tried to feel their pulses, but his hands were numb from the cold and he couldn't feel them at all.

However, their chests were still rising and falling, indicating that they were still alive.

Sun Chengwu's biggest concern now is that their brains have been injured. Prolonged poisoning and lack of oxygen could lead to permanent brain damage.

However, judging from the fact that the three of them dared to go down without any protection, the damage probably won't be too great.

After catching their breath for half an hour, Sun Chengwu, worried that they would freeze to death, shouted to Wang Hu, "Come on, help me carry them all back."

It was too tiring for him to carry on all by himself.

Wang Hu had just regained consciousness and didn't have much strength left. It took the two of them three tries to carry the three people into the cave.

Sun Chengwu added more firewood to the fire, took out an iron box, put a handful of snow in it, and started boiling water.

The snow water had melted, but before it boiled, Sun Chengwu used a strip of cloth to soak up some of it and warm his hands.

The frozen hands gradually regained feeling.

Sun Chengwu went to take the pulses of the three people.

Nowadays, those who study medicine are studying modern medicine. They learn whatever is useful, whether it's traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, and pulse diagnosis is a required course.

Sun Chengwu's pulse diagnosis results have never been very good; he can only get a rough idea. The bald man's pulse is the weakest, while the other two are slightly better.

Gas poisoning is more severe in people who require more oxygen.

It's similar to altitude sickness.

Sun Chengwu began performing CPR and artificial respiration on the bald man.

We don't know if we can save him, but let's try to save him first.

While rescuing the bald man, he also instructed Wang Hu to rescue another person with more severe symptoms.

When it comes to cardiopulmonary resuscitation, as long as you press the right spots, it doesn't matter how much force you use.

I'm not afraid of you using force, I'm just afraid you won't be able to press it down.

After pressing for almost half an hour, the bald man finally coughed and woke up.

He coughed, followed immediately by a scream, "It hurts! Stop pressing! Stop pressing!"

Sun Chengwu released his grip.

Baldy's face was contorted in pain, he tried to get up but couldn't, clutching his chest and gasping for breath, "Wait, did you break my ribs?"

Sun Chengwu said coldly, "If your ribs aren't broken, you're dead."

On the other side, one of the Russian brothers also woke up, and Wang Hu had also broken his ribs.

Wang Hu was panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat.

He was also poisoned, but his symptoms weren't as severe. He also couldn't handle the strenuous exercise.

The last person to take over was Sun Chengwu.

The bald man struggled to climb up the rock wall behind him, leaned against it, and gasped, "Wait, how did I fall asleep?"

While pressing on his chest, Sun Chengwu glanced coldly at him out of the corner of his eye. "You weren't asleep. You went to the King of Hell's place to play two rounds of mahjong. We're one short of three, so the three of you can make a table."

The bald man's memory was damaged; he couldn't remember how he had fallen into a coma.

But he knew himself well and could probably guess, "So, I'm... down in the mine?"

Sun Chengwu ignored him.

By the time the last brother regained consciousness, Sun Chengwu's hands were numb from pressing down, and his arms were sore, swollen, and painful.

He shook his arms and said, "The three of you, try to remember it yourselves, or should I help you remember?"

The bald man's two brothers were named Anthony and Jom.

Anthony is about the same age as the bald man, with a slender build and handsome features. He has blue eyes, fair skin, and is 1.85 meters tall. If he came to China, he would probably cause a lot of girls to scream.

Jom is also about 1.8 meters tall, with a lot of body hair. Although he is in his twenties, he looks older than the bald man who is close to thirty.

Chom grabbed his hair, his face contorted in pain. "I think I remember we saw a huge gem, and Akalev said we'd be rich if we dug it up, and then he just fainted."

Anthony and I were walking ahead of him when we noticed he had collapsed, so we quickly backed away.

But then I knew nothing more.

After listening to his account, Sun Chengwu coldly said, "You guys are quite lucky. If you had gone just one meter deeper, I probably wouldn't have been able to pull you back."

However, when I rescued you, I didn't see any gems. You were already poisoned at that time, so it was most likely a hallucination caused by the poisoning.

The bald man had a terrible headache, and kept rubbing his temples. He asked, "Poisoning? What kind of poison?"

Sun Chengwu said, "It's most likely carbon monoxide, or a chemical gas related to sulfur. You're very lucky to be alive. If I had woken up any later, even if you survived, you would have become idiots."

But you're no different now. Even if the zombies open your brains, they'll most likely just shake their heads and leave.

Normal people wouldn't act like you, rushing into things on a whim.

When we went there in the evening, we already noticed the air quality was off. You still dared to go in? Don't you want to die?