The excruciating pain I felt just now has actually disappeared!

Apart from some numbness, I felt almost no pain.

He stared in disbelief at Zhang Cheng's nimble back as he stood up.

Zhang Cheng stood up and quickly ran to Li Yaohui, his gaze suddenly becoming serious.

Li Yaohui's right arm hung limply at his sides, its sleeve torn and exposed to the frigid air.

The wound was open, the flesh was torn and bloody, and the white bones were even clearly visible.

This scene is shocking!

"Sizzle!"

Without wasting words, Zhang Cheng directly tore off a relatively intact piece of fabric from Li Yaohui's clothes.

He used a strip of cloth to tightly bind Li Yaohui's arm above the wound, trying to slow the arterial bleeding.

Then, he grabbed Li Yaohui's bloodied and mangled right hand and pressed it into the snowdrift next to him without hesitation.

The icy, biting snow quickly covered the gruesome wound.

Zhang Cheng then spoke in a deep voice, his tone devoid of any warmth.

"I'm afraid you can't save your arm."

"Help...help me! Er Gouzi, help me!"

Li Yaohui's face was ashen, and his lips trembled violently.

The intense pain and biting cold made him tremble uncontrollably all over.

Zhang Cheng sighed softly to himself.

There was no disinfectant, no antibiotics, and no surgical facilities.

In the current extremely harsh environment, let alone saving his arm, it's uncertain whether Li Yaohui can even survive the wound infection.

"Your arm or your life?"

Zhang Cheng asked in a cold voice, his tone as icy and devoid of any emotion as the Siberian wind.

Meeting Zhang Cheng's cold, almost cruel gaze, Li Yaohui opened his mouth, but his throat felt as if something was blocking it, dry and tight, and he couldn't utter a single word.

An arm... or a life...

This wasn't a choice at all, but he just couldn't let go of it!

"Call me when you've figured it out."

Zhang Cheng left those words behind, ignoring the distraught Li Yaohui, and turned to rush towards Li Qiming on the other side.

Li Junyi was still lying in his arms, his breath was extremely weak, as if he would die at any moment, his life hanging in the balance.