Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness - Chapter 60

Chapter 59: Mohe Special Edition

Translator: 549690339

“Many people think that after getting frostbite, they can warm up by sitting near a fire. In movies and TV shows, you often see rescuers rubbing snow on the body of someone with frostbite. But these methods are all wrong.”

“When frostbite is severe, you can’t rub it with snow, vigorously massage it with a towel, or warm it by fire—doing so will cause the wounds to fester, part of the tissues to get damaged, and they will be difficult to heal.”

“To treat frostbite, you first have to get out of the cold environment as quickly as possible and then immerse the person in water that is between 40 to 42 degrees Celsius, making sure to keep adding water to maintain the temperature during the soak.”

“I don’t have those conditions here, so I can only use frostbite ointment for rubbing and rewarming. If that weren’t available, oil would also work; both are smooth enough not to cause secondary injury from rough rubbing.”

As Bi Fang explained, he unwrapped the frostbite ointment and squeezed a bunch onto his hand, at the same time turning to the young man.

“What’s your name?”

“Tianfang, Zheng Tianfang.”

The young man’s voice trembled. He found Bi Fang’s way of speaking, with his instructional explanations, a bit odd. It couldn’t help but remind him of his teachers back when he was in school.

“And you?”

“Bi Fang, the Bi Fang from the mythical bird ‘Bi Fang’.” Bi Fang said as he spread the silky frostbite ointment on his hand and then grabbed the young man’s hand.

Zheng Tianfang’s hands were totally devoid of warmth and felt stone-like to the touch. Bi Fang rubbed vigorously, allowing the ointment to slowly seep in, and gradually the surface of the skin began to warm.

Bi Fang slowed his movements and took hold of one of Zheng Tianfang’s fingers before suddenly stretching it out forcefully.

Zheng Tianfang drew in a breath and his face flushed red, his legs involuntarily stretched out straight, but he held back from crying out in pain.

The audience in the live stream unconsciously gripped their phones or mice tighter, as if the intense pain had occurred on them.

[My God, that looks so painful.]

[It’s a necessary evil, Master Fang is obviously doing it for his good.]

[Ah man, that’s so unlucky. I was just thinking about traveling to Mohe, but now I don’t want to at all.]

[Mohe City: This is a devastating blow to the tourism industry!]

[It’s fine, they’re lucky to have Master Fang there, otherwise all five of them would probably have been done for in this weather.]

[Yeah, they are really lucky to bump into Master Fang in weather like this.]

The pain subsided, and that rigid finger could now be bent slightly.

“Hang in there, we’ve only fixed one finger, there are nine more to go. If we don’t loosen these joints, you’ll spend the rest of your life stuck holding a steering wheel pose.”

At that moment, Zheng Tianfang suddenly laughed. He looked at Bi Fang and poked out his tongue, “Then Mr. Bi, can you tell if my tongue is frostbitten?”

Bi Fang didn’t understand what he meant by that. Seeing Zheng Tianfang’s mischievous expression and taking advantage of his lack of attention on his hand, Bi Fang stretched out another finger and frowned, “Of course it’s not, if you can still talk.”

Hit by the intense pain again, Zheng Tianfang’s face turned red as he restrained himself, “If my fingers end up disabled… that’s fine. I’m a tour guide; I earn my living with my mouth.”

“Are you guys here for tourism? How did you end up in this situation?” Bi Fang laughed at Zheng Tianfang’s words. He rarely met someone so optimistic, especially at his age, who could still crack jokes despite being in such a dire situation.

When talking turned back to serious matters, Zheng Tianfang sighed. He looked at the body of the man and sadness clouded his face, “Not tourism. In our car, except for me, the four others were with National Geographic. They wanted to do a special on Mohe and hired me, the local guide, to lead them.”

“No one expected a snowstorm to hit suddenly. On our way down a slope in the car, we weren’t paying attention, flipped the vehicle, and hit a tree. The one who just passed away was the photographer.”

[That’s too extreme, right? A tree that thick just snapped on impact?]

[Maybe it was already weak? It’s probably a dead tree since most of the branches on it seemed dried out.]

[What’s next for them, this group of people?]

Bi Fang was also thinking about this. He stared at the flames, frowning in contemplation while methodically straightening out Zheng Tianfang’s fingers, one by one. Every time he straightened a finger, the joints made a cracking sound as if breaking, and the intense pain twisted the face of the naturally optimistic young man.

At this point, staying out of the situation was impossible. From the moment Bi Fang set out for this place, he had made his mental preparations.

Gradually, Zheng Tianfang’s fingers became movable, and the other two people who were unconscious started to wake up, although it appeared they still hadn’t accepted reality and kept muttering incoherently.

The previous man with the injured leg hobbled around trying to find a signal for his shattered screen phone, but all attempts were futile.

Gathering everyone around the fire, Bi Fang looked at the young man next to him; he was the only one who seemed able to be of some help.

“Does the car have a GPS?”

“Yes!” Zheng Tianfang nodded, but then pointed at the completely deflated bumper with a bitter smile, “It’s installed inside the bumper.”

Bi Fang held his forehead in his hand, speechless for a moment.

Without GPS, the rescue team simply couldn’t locate them, let alone now that a blizzard was still raging, preventing the rescue team from moving out.

As for determining their location based on the drone’s footage, that was as difficult as finding a specific sand dune in the desert from a single photograph!

[Master Fang is speechless.]

[Why would you install the GPS inside the bumper? Won’t it be ruined in a collision?]

[Isn’t the GPS supposed to be installed ourselves?]

[No, it seems that car companies do install the GPS units inside the front and rear bumpers, I remember.]

[Doesn’t Master Fang’s drone have a signal? Can’t it be located?]

“It won’t work. My drone is custom-made. It has a signal, but it can’t be located. This is to provide you with the most authentic survival experience,” Bi Fang said.

Bi Fang indicated that this was not a feasible solution; the drone was provided by the System, with no loopholes to exploit.

The signal mode of the live-streaming device was not what everyone assumed. It was highly encrypted and then transferred externally, relaying the data via external networks. Firstly, cracking it was an issue, and even if it could be located, the location wouldn’t be here—it might as well be his own home.

The drone couldn’t even fly high enough to perform satellite-based terrain location, and with the blizzard, nothing could be clearly captured even at a short distance, making it problematic to even identify heat sources.

“Who are you talking to?”

Big Beard, who had been murmuring all along, finally came to his senses after a great effort. Hearing Bi Fang’s words, he tensed up again. He looked around, eventually focusing on Bi Fang with an anxious expression.

“Don’t worry, it’s a live broadcast. I’m streaming live,” Bi Fang said as he took out the drone to calm the man’s nerves.

“Live broadcast?!”

Four exclamations of surprise echoed in unison, and everyone looked at Bi Fang with incredulous stares. It was hard for them to imagine what kind of person would live stream in the deep forests with temperatures below minus ten degrees, especially during a blizzard.

What are they thinking, chasing fame to the point of risking their lives?

“You were also out on a trip and ended up trapped?” Zheng Tianfang couldn’t help but ask.

He had thought Bi Fang was someone like a ranger, given his extensive knowledge, but a streamer?

Maybe a travel streamer, who also got trapped by the sudden blizzard?

“No.” Facing four pairs of widened eyes, Bi Fang shook his head, “My live stream is about teaching people how to survive in the wilderness. Encountering a blizzard is normal, it’s nothing to me.”

[I’m flabbergasted, utterly flabbergasted.]

[Their eyes are as wide as brass bells~~]

[Haha, that look on their faces is just like when I first saw Master Fang do a fall protection move, adoring the great talent.]

[Basic operation, don’t freak out, everyone just sit down.]

[Zheng bro: Such a sturdy thigh to cling on to, if not now, then when?]

“Are we all caught on camera?” Big Beard looked at the drone, finding it hard to come to terms with it. He was mildly resistant to the idea of broadcasting his hardship, but considering they all had been saved by Bi Fang, he didn’t feel it right to complain.

Besides, although the chances were slim, what if there really was a genius who could pinpoint their location just by the footage?

Zheng Tianfang swallowed hard, his eyes filled with terror. Glancing at the relentless storm around them, he suddenly realized that their only chance for survival lay with the man before him who considered the blizzard insignificant!

Otherwise, left to their own devices, how would they ever escape the howling cold winds?

Wait to become frozen stiff?

Or to be gnawed to bones by wolves?

With these thoughts, Zheng Tianfang immediately knelt in the snow, his tone pleading, “Can you help us?”

This sudden act of kneeling startled everyone. Bi Fang hurriedly helped Zheng Tianfang to his feet, but just then, the familiar electronic tone sounded once more.

[Ding, congratulations to the Host for activating a side quest!]