Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Sun Chengwu is not without courage; without courage, he could not have achieved his current status.

When the plane made an emergency landing, he used a steel pipe to carve out his own path to survival.

During this period, he sometimes waited and tolerated, but that did not mean his fighting spirit had been extinguished.

Instead, he was responsible for the survival problems of dozens of people.

He was no longer just thinking about himself, but about how his brothers could survive.

If you act impulsively and send everyone to their deaths, that's not courage, that's brainlessness, and you're even worse than Wang Wu.

Although Wang Wu was naive, he knew how to weigh the pros and cons and how to back down.

But sometimes, when retreating and waiting don't guarantee safety, Sun Chengwu stops thinking about it.

Even if he dies, he will bite off a piece of flesh from the perpetrator.

Sun Chengwu got up and walked towards the cabin door.

The bald man had been gone for a while and hadn't returned yet, which made him a little worried.

He had prepared for the worst; there were already armed men outside, lying in wait, ready to trap them.

Sun Chengwu stepped out of the cabin.

Just then, he saw the bald man returning.

When the bald man saw Sun Chengwu, he was taken aback and quickly said, "Brother, what are you doing out here? Go back quickly."

"I'm fine, but you can't be hurt. We're all counting on you to survive."

Sun Chengwu shook his head slightly. "I'm worried about you."

One sentence was enough to make the bald man, who was 1.8 meters tall, turn red in the eyes.

He went out to risk his life because he was thinking of his brothers. If he died, he would feel guilty because he respected Sun Chengwu's character, and he would carry on the legacy of his brothers.

But that doesn't mean he's not afraid to risk his life.

Sun Chengwu's words, "I'm worried about you," made the bald man realize that he was more than just a subordinate or a tool in Sun Chengwu's hands.

It is a living, breathing person.

Sun Chengwu changed the subject, asking, "Is it safe outside?"

The bald man paused for a moment, then replied, "Yeah, they've left, but I saw lights on the sea, so other ships must be approaching."

We don't have much time left; we have to leave quickly.

Sun Chengwu nodded. "I have something to tell you. You had a brother who is gone."

The bald man paused for two seconds, then hummed in agreement. "Okay, I understand. There's nothing anyone can do about this. He's just unlucky."

The two returned to the warehouse, where the others hurriedly carried the wounded man away.

Some people have abrasions on their arms, while others have deeper wounds, yet they are still able to walk.

However, some people are unlucky enough to have wounds on their legs, requiring assistance to walk.

They came to the deck, where the lights on the sea were already quite visible. A huge searchlight shone over, and another searchlight was searching the sea.

Sun Chengwu glanced at it and then ignored it.

This behemoth is not something they can touch.

They reached the tunnel and crawled down one by one along the rope.

Those who were unable to move on their own were lowered down by tying ropes under their armpits.

As the ships on the sea drew closer, they dared not linger, and many suffered scrapes and falls as a result.

On the way back, the atmosphere was somewhat somber; no one spoke, and everyone just quickened their pace.

The heavy snow, which was originally an obstacle, has now become their best cover.

They retreated into the mountains and forests.

Sun Chengwu checked each of them one by one and treated their wounds.

He ignored the minor injuries and treated them himself.

He only treats wounds where flesh has been torn off.

These wounds needed to be stitched up. They had previously made needles and thread from fish bones and deer tendons, and while they didn't have a large stock, it was enough.

There was no anesthetic for the stitches, and the needles made of fish bones were not sharp enough; each time they pierced the wound, it was torture.

Ouch sounds echoed throughout the camp.

After most of the people's wounds had been treated, Sun Chengwu came to Guan Fulin's side.

It wasn't that Guan Fulin's condition wasn't serious; on the contrary, it was so serious that Sun Chengwu was helpless and could only observe him for the time being.

At this point, Guan Fulin had fallen into a coma. His face had changed from flushed to pale, his chest was rising and falling normally, and the bleeding had stopped.

One of the shrapnel fragments, which had penetrated very shallowly, has been removed; it had only cut the skin and flesh.

The blood from the other wound had clotted and trembled like jelly within the wound with each breath.

Sun Chengwu hesitated whether to go and find the shrapnel inside his body.

In fact, many veterans have bullets or shrapnel in their bodies, often in hard-to-reach places such as near arteries or nerves.

Leaving it alone is actually the best course of action.

But these veterans survived; survivor bias exists.

Many veterans suffer from various aftereffects or illnesses due to shrapnel.

Some even died within a few months.

Shrapnel is not fixed in one place; it can move around with the body's movements. If it cuts blood vessels, internal organs, or nerves, the patient may face decades of suffering.

However, removing it also carries risks.

They do not have the facilities to perform open-chest surgery.

By palpation, Sun Chengwu was able to determine that the shrapnel was no longer in the muscle layer, but had entered the chest cavity.

The biggest problems with open-chest surgery are infection and the dense network of blood vessels.

Sun Chengwu was not a surgeon and had no clinical experience in open-chest surgery. If he rashly performed the procedure, it would only worsen Guan Fulin's condition.

He was also conflicted.

Sun Chengwu first helped Guan Fulin clean the wound.

Besides the shrapnel in his chest, he had many other wounds on his body.

Sun Chengwu remembers that he was the first to retreat, and Guan Fulin followed behind. In a sense, at least half of the shrapnel in Guan Fulin's body was taken by Guan Fulin.

He didn't know whether Guan Fulin did it intentionally or unintentionally, but Sun Chengwu was not an ungrateful person.

Sun Chengwu first had everyone boil water, as everyone's wounds needed to be disinfected with hot water.

It wasn't warm water, but boiling water.

It was very hot, and it hurt terribly when it was poured on the wound, but there was no other way; it was their only method of disinfection.

Scalded tissue can effectively stop bleeding, and applying freshly burned wood ash can prevent infection.

Under primitive conditions, suffering became a daily occurrence.

Finally, Sun Chengwu stared at Guan Fulin's wound and made a surprising move.

He began to clean the bruises and bandage the wound.

He doesn't plan to remove the shrapnel.

Guan Fulin is still alive, which means that the shrapnel did not endanger his life. As long as he avoids strenuous activity and can hold on until he returns to China, there is still a possibility that the shrapnel can be removed, given the medical conditions in China.

The most urgent task is to save lives.

However, treating the wound did not mean that Guan Fulin was out of danger. Shrapnel was a foreign object, and the wound was deep, so fever was inevitable.

Subsequent infections, or even tetanus, could cost him his life.