Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Everyone was shocked by Sun Chengwu's almost abnormal calmness.

Even though they had been in the polar region for a month and had accepted the fact that they faced a life-or-death dilemma.

But they still find it hard to accept the idea of ​​cannibalism.

Even though Sun Chengwu had already mentioned it to them.

After a short rest, the group continued their journey.

The signs of survival on the ground gradually spread to the ice surface. It seems they also realized that there was no chance of survival along the riverbank, and that they might be able to find fish on the ice.

A day passed quickly, and they hadn't seen a single person.

Continuing on would mean facing the cold winds of night, so Sun Chengwu decisively stopped and said, "Let's go ashore, find a place to camp and rest, and continue the pursuit tomorrow."

Although this would be a longer route, they only have one life, and there's no need to gamble with someone else's.

They risked their lives to save people; they have already done more than enough. We cannot ask for more.

After walking for more than an hour, the group returned to the shore.

They continued walking into the mountains, found a sheltered slope, dug up the snow on the ground, and piled it up to make a snow hut.

Pour a little water on it, and it will set quickly.

Although it's not suitable for long-term stays, it's fine for spending one night.

Sun Chengwu dug another snow pit in the snow. Most of the dry branches at the bottom were dry, only the bottommost ones were damp and covered with ice.

They collected dry branches and cleared away the damp, dead wood at the bottom, revealing the black earth.

Sun Chengwu took out a tinderbox, blew on it gently, and the flame lit up.

Soon, they started a fire.

Sun Chengwu took out the dried meat, skewered it on a stick, and heated it over a fire.

The tin can was also set up, filled with snow, and with a hissing sound, the snow melted into water.

After simmering for a while, it began to boil.

Lin Can added some freshly picked green plants to enhance the flavor and supplement vitamins.

Sun Chengwu laid some dry, withered branches in the snow hut and then covered them with deerskin.

After everyone finished eating, they crawled into the deerskin to rest.

As time went by, the nights in the Arctic grew shorter and shorter. Sun Chengwu would wake up when the first rays of sunlight fell on the snow slopes in the early morning.

I glanced at my watch; it was only a little past one in the morning.

He had only slept for less than five hours.

Sun Chengwu squinted as he emerged from the deerskin. The biting cold wind instantly pierced through his clothes, making him shiver and clear his head.

He went outside and rubbed his face with the snow.

The remaining firewood was placed in the snowdrift and a fire was started again.

He warmed his hands while waiting for everyone to wake up.

An hour later, Dahei and Erhei woke up, followed by Lin Can.

She said with a grave expression, "Sun Chengwu, Richard seems to be dying."

Sun Chengwu was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up and crawled into the snow house.

Richard's eyes were tightly closed, his skin was very red, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

Sun Chengwu reached out and touched it; it was very hot.

He shook Richard and shouted, "Richard, wake up!"

Richard grunted a few times in response.

Sun Chengwu slapped his face, "Wake up, get up!"

Richard groggily opened his eyes, his eyelids feeling like they were glued on. He struggled to open them, barely managing to open them a crack.

He asked weakly, "Are we...are we about to leave?"

Sun Chengwu helped him up and said to Lin Can, "Bring me the water I boiled this morning."

Lin Can went out and brought in a bottle of hot water.

Sun Chengwu brought the food to Richard's lips and carefully fed it to him, saying, "Drink slowly."

Richard started by swallowing slowly, but then suddenly took a big gulp and choked.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

He coughed, a reverberant sound coming from his chest.

Hearing the cough, Sun Chengwu's heart sank.

Bronchitis or pneumonia.

This cough indicates that there is inflammation in his body.

Sun Chengwu asked, "How are you feeling?"

Richard shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "My throat feels tight, like something is stuck in it, and I can't breathe."

"Open your mouth."

Richard opened his mouth.

Sun Chengwu found a small wooden stick and pressed it down on his tongue to observe his throat.

His throat was red, with a ring of yellowish-white marks, and it was swollen to the size of an egg.

Sun Chengwu said with a serious expression, "The tonsils are inflamed."

Tonsillitis is a very common occurrence.

Take some anti-inflammatory medicine, drink some hot water, and rest for a few days after the fever subsides.

But the situation is different now.

They had no medicine, the temperature was very low, and there was nowhere for Richard to rest properly.

At this point, the inflammation in his body was already a very dangerous sign.

Sun Chengwu, worried that he might have pneumonia, asked, "Does your chest hurt?"

Richard shook his head. "It doesn't hurt, it's just my throat."

Sun Chengwu breathed a sigh of relief.

That means the inflammation hasn't spread to the lungs yet.

However, some people do not experience pain in the early stages of pneumonia, so Sun Chengwu did not take it lightly.

After taking it out, break the dried meat into pieces and put it into hot water, then boil it continuously until the dried meat turns into minced meat.

After the tin can cooled down, Sun Chengwu brought it in and handed it to Richard, saying, "Have a drink."

Richard slurped up the broth.

His complexion had visibly improved, and he no longer looked like he was about to die. The redness on his face had faded, and his lips had regained their color.

Richard got up and said gratefully to Sun Chengwu, "Thank you. If it weren't for you, I would have died of illness."

Sun Chengwu replied, "You deserve it."

If it were Li Mu and his group, Sun Chengwu wouldn't bother with them.

But Richard was different; he walked for seven days to find them, just so they could help him rescue his companion.

When they left the cave, he also volunteered to follow them to find Guan Fulin and the others.

Who wouldn't want to entrust their back to such a partner?

Today he's saving others, but one day, if they themselves are in danger, Richard will be the most reliable teammate.

Therefore, Sun Chengwu spared no effort to save his life.

If he hadn't been without those emergency medications, he would have given Richard an antibiotic injection long ago.

Now, Richard has to shoulder the burden himself.

Sun Chengwu suggested, "How about we take a day off today?"

"No!" Richard refused resolutely. "Every extra day we delay could mean someone's death. I'm fine, I can hold on."

Sun Chengwu asked, "Are you really sure you can do it?"

Richard nodded firmly, "Don't worry, I won't be a burden to you."

Despite saying that, Sun Chengwu still cooked another pot of meat soup for Richard to help him regain his strength.

At four o'clock in the morning, the group continued their journey.

First, they stepped onto the ice and followed yesterday's footprints back, then continued searching forward following the trails left by the survivors.