Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

After the plane crashed, the central fuel tank had most likely leaked as well, and since it was located beneath the plane, if someone crawled inside and the plane tilted or collapsed, they would be instantly crushed and have no chance of survival.

Sun Chengwu didn't want to gamble with his life unless absolutely necessary.

After cleaning up the fuel on the ground, Sun Chengwu wiped his hands on his clothes. His hands were completely frozen, and he couldn't even make a simple fist.

He put his hands to his mouth and breathed on them, saying, "We should look for gloves."

Bai Zhan said, "Let's bear with it for now and go check out the right wing first."

The group went around the broken tail section of the plane.

The rear half of the plane had disappeared into the snowstorm, leaving only half of the cargo hold. The outside was piled with suitcases to block the snow, and there were lights inside.

The suitcase was covered in white snow, and the red bloodstains on the snow were particularly glaring.

It seems that a major battle has taken place in the cargo hold, in contrast to the harmony in the passenger cabin.

As he passed a snowdrift, Sun Chengwu felt himself trip over something.

He looked down and saw a pair of frozen legs.

Sun Chengwu dug through the snow and found a corpse.

Sun Chengwu was not a forensic doctor, but he had studied anatomy in school. He could tell from the corpse that the victim had suffered a blunt force injury, and the dent on the head was the fatal wound.

In addition, he had multiple twists and broken bones, which should be the result of multiple blows.

This suggests that the deceased had been beaten for a long time before being fatally struck in the head.

Seeing Sun Chengwu lagging behind, Bai Zhan walked over and asked curiously, "What's going on? What are you looking at?"

He glanced at the corpse, whose face was stiff and bluish, and a wave of nausea surged up from his abdomen.

Bai Zhan squatted on the ground, exclaiming, "Wow!"

He gagged.

My abdomen is churning; something is about to come out.

Sun Chengwu suddenly said from the side, "Don't throw up, otherwise you'll have wasted your food. We don't have much food."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Zhan covered his mouth and swallowed the nausea.

Upon seeing this, Sun Chengwu nearly vomited.

Just thinking about what Bai Zhan had done made my stomach clench.

Bai Zhan took a deep look at the corpse, as if trying to memorize its appearance, wiped his mouth and said, "Let's go, I'm fine."

Sun Chengwu nodded silently, his fear of Bai Zhan deepening.

Bai Zhan is about the same age as him. Although he calls him Brother Sun, it's hard to say who is older.

However, in terms of temperament, Bai Zhan is more cunning and calculating.

They came to the right wing of the plane, where the ground was clean and tidy, and it looked like no one had been there.

Some people were so cold that they wanted to go back.

"Brother Bai, I think this guy is just trying to get a bargain. We haven't seen any fuel at all. If this keeps up, the brothers are going to freeze to death."

Bai Zhan stared at the wing and asked, "Is the fuel tank really here?"

Sun Chengwu climbed onto the wing and slammed the steel pipe in his hand against it with a series of sharp, resounding thuds.

Sun Chengwu said, "We have to find a way to pry this place open."

The temperature was dropping, and everyone was rubbing their hands together, already considering leaving.

Standing on high ground, Sun Chengwu saw everyone's faces and said to Bai Zhan, "Brothers, it's too cold. My hands are frozen too, and I can't open the wings. Let's come back tomorrow."

After hearing these words, everyone looked at Sun Chengwu with gratitude.

After a moment's thought, Bai Zhan agreed, "Okay, let's go back first. We just got enough fuel for tonight."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Back in the cabin, Sun Chengwu had just climbed up when he heard the sound of running footsteps coming from inside.

The flames flickered, and the survivors, wrapped in blankets, slept in the corners, as if the sounds they had just heard were hallucinations.

They dragged the suitcases into the cabin, opened them, and put the stained clothes on the fire to dry.

Before long, the fire grew larger.

Bai Zhan formally extended an invitation to Sun Chengwu, "Brother Sun, let's work together. You have the brains, and I'll handle the management. Let's keep the supplies under control before the rescue arrives."

After we get back, I asked my dad to arrange for you to work at our family's hospital, with a base salary of 20,000 yuan a month.

Upon hearing these words, Sun Chengwu's heart skipped a beat.

With such great conditions, who wouldn't be tempted?

But Sun Chengwu understood that he wasn't a real doctor, and his status wasn't enough to share wealth with a rich second-generation like Bai Zhan.

The current environment has temporarily placed them on the same starting line.

Once this background changes, Bai Zhan will still be the young master and successor of the Bai family.

He, an intern, remained unchanged.

Even if Bai Zhan helps him get into the Bai family's hospital, he won't have enough power and will be ostracized.

After thinking it over, Sun Chengwu smiled and said, "We're all survivors, so it's only right that we help each other. I won't join you."

Bai Zhan was taken aback, but still didn't break off relations. "Okay, see you tomorrow."

Sun Chengwu nodded. "Okay, see you tomorrow."

Back at the hatch, the old man immediately opened it.

After Sun Chengwu went inside, he quickly locked the door again.

Su Wanqing's face showed lingering fear.

The old man said, "After you left, these survivors searched everywhere for food, and even fought each other over who got closer to the fire."

Someone was banging on the cabin door, asking us to open it.

After you returned, they immediately went back, pretending nothing had happened.

The old man just witnessed what the evil of human nature is, and what it means to bully the weak and fear the strong.

He was also relieved that he had run into Sun Chengwu; if he had run into any of those other people, his clothes would have been stolen, and he would have frozen to death.

Sun Chengwu had already anticipated this, and nodded, saying, "They can't get in here, don't worry."

You must be freezing! Let's start a fire.

Sun Chengwu picked up the steel pipe, walked to the window, and suddenly smashed it hard against the corner of the window.

After several impacts, the glass cracked.

Sun Chengwu used a steel pipe to break the window, and cold air blew in.

The old man asked, puzzled, "What are you doing?"

Sun Chengwu explained, "If you stay here for too long, you won't be able to smell the fuel. The concentration just now was too high. At best, you'll be poisoned; at worst, it could cause an explosion when you start a fire."

In such a confined space, being burned to death after an explosion would be the least of our worries; the worst-case scenario is surviving the burn.

Sun Chengwu had seen patients with severe burns, whose skin had peeled off and ulcerated.

Even if they survive, they still face the risk of infection.

The subsequent skin grafts and the itching caused by clogged pores made life unbearable.

Once the air had mostly dissipated, Sun Chengwu picked up a piece of clothing and used it to plug the hole in the window.

However, it was not completely blocked, leaving a gap for ventilation.

Then he said to the old man, "Light the torch."