Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Sun Chengwu was overjoyed and quickly ran to the area under the wing.

The fuel above dripped down, drop by drop.

Sun Chengwu caught it with his hand, smelled the strong odor of fuel, and clenched his fist.

What he held in his hand was not fuel, but the hope of survival.

As Sun Chengwu dragged the suitcase over, he explained, "The plane must have had its wing fuel tanks damaged during the emergency landing. Luckily we're here now; if we had come before dawn, we wouldn't have gotten a single drop."

The fuel fell into the snow, forming a small pit, which then pooled into an oil puddle below.

Sun Chengwu, his breath steaming in the air, continued working on his hands, muttering to himself, "The freezing point of airplane fuel is minus forty-seven degrees Celsius. The current temperature hasn't reached the critical point where the fuel will solidify yet. We're lucky."

Sun Chengwu turned his head and smiled at Su Wanqing.

Su Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief. "It was really great. I was so glad I ran into you, otherwise I would have frozen to death in my seat."

Sun Chengwu opened his suitcase, which contained many clothes.

He piled all the clothes on one side of the suitcase and placed them underneath.

They didn't have oil drums, so this was the only way they could bring the fuel back.

However, the fuel drips rather slowly, taking more than half an hour to fill.

His hands and feet were so cold he couldn't feel them. The temperature was still dropping, and the cold wind in the distance, carrying frozen snowflakes, kept hitting the plane with a pattering sound.

Sun Chengwu was very worried about getting frostbite.

In this environment, frostbite can easily lead to necrosis, which is equivalent to amputation. Without amputation, systemic infection can occur, eventually leading to death.

Without a medical environment and antibiotics, the risk of infection after amputation is no different from death.

Just as Sun Chengwu was receiving the oil, several figures approached from a distance in the cold wind.

When they saw the two of them, the people were only stunned for a moment and did not make a move rashly.

However, they were all carrying weapons, some of which were stained with blood.

In such an extreme environment, everyone will do anything to survive.

Seemingly because Sun Chengwu and his companion were also of Asian descent, the other party was very friendly, saying, "You two go first, then it's our turn."

However, Sun Chengwu did not let his guard down.

The other party's continued friendliness might be partly due to the fact that they were both Chinese, but a larger part was because there was still plenty of fuel left, enough for them to share.

If there isn't enough fuel to go around, the other party should have already taken action.

After connecting the two tanks of oil, Sun Chengwu closed his suitcase.

Because it was stuffed with clothes to absorb and preserve the oil, not much leaked out.

However, the smell of fuel was very obvious on them.

Getting back through the cabin won't be a smooth ride.

After Sun Chengwu left, he turned around and saw another group of people starting to collect fuel in the wind and snow.

However, they used a violent method: they climbed onto the plane's wing and smashed open the fuel tank.

While this method of oil extraction is fast, it also results in significant losses.

Perhaps because they saw Sun Chengwu, they were worried that others might come and wanted to avoid any complications, so they quickly got the fuel.

Sun Chengwu made this guess in his mind.

However, none of this concerns him.

Sun Chengwu always adhered to the principle that if there is something, everyone should share it. He only took what he was entitled to and did not take anything extra.

Resources concentrated in one person's hands, without the ability to protect them, will only bring trouble.

The couple in the cabin is the best example.

Back at the break point in the cabin, Sun Chengwu said, "Sister Su, you go up first."

After Su Wanqing went up, Sun Chengwu carried the two fuel tanks up before coming up himself.

Then the aroma filled the cabin.

Most people are unaware of the usefulness of fuel, glancing at it briefly before ignoring it.

But the white-haired youth who had clashed with him suddenly seemed to remember something and blocked Sun Chengwu's way back, "Brother, is there fuel in the box?"

Sun Chengwu gripped the steel pipe tightly, his face grim, and asked, "There are many more outside. These are mine; you'll have to go outside and get them yourself."

He didn't want a conflict to break out right now.

The other side has a large and powerful force.

With the help of fire and food, he had gathered no fewer than a dozen people around him.

The white-haired youth seemed lost in thought.

Sun Chengwu's muscles tensed, preparing for a conflict.

After all, the two sides had just had a feud.

At this moment, the young man whose hand and the back of his head had been broken by Sun Chengwu stood up. "Brother Bai, he hit me this afternoon. This matter can't be left like this!"

White Hair's other brothers also surrounded him, looking like they were ready to fight to the death.

Su Wanqing gripped Sun Chengwu's clothes tightly in fear.

Sun Chengwu showed no fear. "When I left, another group of people pried open the fuel tank. If you're too late, you'll miss out."

What's a little fuel to me? It'll be gone in two days.

This large passenger plane has four fuel tanks. If you could occupy one of them now, it would be much more useful than guarding this fire.

Upon hearing this, Bai Mao's eyes lit up, and he suddenly smiled, extending his hand to Sun Chengwu. "My name is Bai Zhan. My father is the owner of a nationwide chain of hotels. Brother, you are both brave and resourceful. How about we cooperate?"

"You help me, and I'll help you back when we get back to China."

Sun Chengwu didn't believe his nonsense, but if he didn't agree now, it seemed there was no way to resolve the matter peacefully.

"Sun Chengwu, doctor."

He didn't say the word "internship".

Doctors are clearly more convincing than interns.

Moreover, in this environment, doctors essentially have an extra layer of protection.

Sun Chengwu grasped Bai Zhan's hand, but his gaze fell on the young man he had just hit, and he said apologetically, "Sorry, I hit him a little too hard."

The young man with the severed hand was clearly unconvinced. "Brother Bai!"

Bai Zhan glared at him. "Shut up!"

When Bai Zhan heard that Sun Chengwu was a doctor, his eyes lit up.

He has a private doctor at home, so he naturally understands how convenient it is to have a doctor by your side.

Especially in such a frigid and extreme environment.

Bai Zhu spoke to Sun Chengwu in a much more polite tone, "Sun Chengwu, you're older than me, so I'll call you Brother Sun from now on."

Sun Chengwu naturally knew that once someone called him "brother," the next step was to set conditions.

He smiled and said, "Don't call me brother, I'm not worthy of it. Just call me by my name."

By the way, could your men please move aside? I need to take my things back to start a fire and keep warm.

Otherwise, it's too cold today; people could freeze to death.

Bai Zhan's eyes darted around. "Brother Sun, don't go back. Let's warm ourselves by the fire here."

Let's warm ourselves up in a bit, then we'll talk about the gas tank...

Sun Chengwu sat down expressionlessly, casually picked up a bag of snacks next to him and put it in Su Wanqing's hand. He then tore open a bag himself and started crunching away. "Okay, I'll take you there in a bit."