The figure in the dark circled Meng Fei several times, and finally mustered up the courage to stretch out its claws and gently poke Meng Fei.

Seeing that Meng Fei was not awake, he cautiously approached Meng Fei.

If Meng Fei woke up at this moment, he would see a cute little snow-white fox, like a rag doll, squatting in front of him.

The little fox put its head close to Meng Fei's face, sniffed gently, and its eyes lit up.

It felt a familiar aura from this human being, a aura that was even more comfortable and pleasant than that from its own kind.

Seeing Meng Fei's right hand still bleeding, the little fox leaned over and stuck out its tongue to lick the blood off Meng Fei's right hand. It remembered that when it was injured as a child, its mother licked its wound in this way. Every time after its mother licked it, its wound would feel numb and tingling, which was very comfortable.

However, the little fox's actions did not have any effect, but instead made the blood flow faster.

The little fox panicked instantly, jumping left and right beside Meng Fei anxiously. Its sharp claws accidentally picked up a piece of ice, which fell on the wound on Meng Fei's palm.

The next second, the little fox was surprised to find that the blood that was originally overflowing had actually flowed much slower.

Seeing this, the little fox's eyes lit up, and he quickly ran to the ice wall at the side, digging the ice surface with his two front paws.

Finally, with its unremitting efforts, it scraped off a palm-sized piece of ice. The little fox quickly picked up the ice and placed it in Meng Fei's palm.

As it expected, the bleeding from the wound stopped. The little fox was overjoyed to see this. But not long after, the little fox discovered that Meng Fei's palm began to turn purple slowly, and the blood that flowed out also began to turn dark red.

The little fox was startled and used one claw to push the ice away from Meng Fei's hand. Slowly, Meng Fei's palm began to return to its normal color, but the wound began to bleed again.

The little fox was so anxious that he kept jumping up and down. Finally, he had no choice but to sit down on Meng Fei's hand. After a while, the blood dyed the hair around his butt red. Although the sticky feeling made him very uncomfortable, he still chose not to leave.

However, this did have a lot of effect. The little fox's fluffy hair was like gauze. In just over ten minutes, the wound on Meng Fei's palm stopped bleeding, but its butt was also stuck tightly to Meng Fei's hand.

The little fox wanted to pull his butt off Meng Fei's hand, but was afraid of opening Meng Fei's wound again. He had no choice but to curl up and lie on Meng Fei's arm. He fell asleep in a short while.

In the middle of the night, the little fox was awakened by a shaking. It opened its eyes sleepily and saw that Meng Fei's face was pale, without a trace of blood. His teeth were trembling involuntarily and his body was shaking constantly.

The little fox leaned towards Meng Fei's arms, gently wrapped its soft big tail around Meng Fei's neck, and nestled its little head in Meng Fei's arms.

Although I don’t know if this will work, I still have to give it a try.

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After an unknown amount of time, Meng Fei slowly opened his eyes, and the memories before he fell into a coma came flooding back. After a moment, Meng Fei pulled the corners of his mouth and gave a bitter smile.

"Haha, still alive, but...hiss~~~~~" Meng Fei only felt pain all over his body, and the most painful part was his right hand.

Meng Fei subconsciously wanted to move around, but he felt his hands were soft and warm, a very comfortable feeling.

Meng Fei pinched it subconsciously, and suddenly, he felt something move in his arms.

Meng Fei was startled and slowly turned his head to look at his arms. When he looked down, he saw a snow-white, furry thing curled up in his arms. It seemed that it had not woken up yet, and its body was rising and falling rhythmically.

"What is this?" Meng Fei was not sure what kind of animal was in his arms, so he had to move his body carefully.

When he wanted to pull his hand out from under the little fox's butt, the little fox's body actually moved along with Meng Fei's movements.

At this time, the little fox seemed to feel Meng Fei's movements. It twisted its body, pulled its little head out of Meng Fei's arms, stretched deeply, then looked at Meng Fei in front of him with joy, and called out happily a few times.

“Boohoo~~~”

Meng Fei looked at the little guy in front of him with interest. If he guessed correctly, this should be an Arctic white fox, which should have migrated here in the winter and later stayed in Baigu Peak.

At this time, the little fox twisted its buttocks a little uncomfortably, turned its head, and gently licked the dried blood around its hair.

Meng Fei then realized that the little fox was using its own hair as gauze to stop bleeding. Seeing this, Meng Fei felt warm in his heart. He stretched out his left hand and gently stroked the little fox's head, saying in a gentle tone:

"Thank you, little one. If it weren't for you, I might have died. Just lie still and let me handle it. I promise I won't hurt your fur."

As he spoke, Meng Fei took out a piece of gauze from his backpack, dipped it in water, and gently wiped the stuck part.

After a while, Meng Fei finally took his hand off the little fox. Looking at the wound on his hand that was so deep that the bone could be seen, even though he was mentally prepared, Meng Fei couldn't help but gasp.

"No wonder it hurts so much, it turns out the injury is so serious."

Meng Fei quickly took out the medical kit and gently wiped off the stains on the surface of the wound and the little fox's hair with iodine. Some stains had penetrated deep into the wound, but Meng Fei still gritted his teeth and wiped it clean. If these dirty things remained in the wound, it would easily cause infection. In this deserted place, once infected and inflamed, his right hand would be disabled at best, and even his life would be in danger in serious cases.

After disinfecting and cleaning the wound, Meng Fei took out a crescent-shaped surgical suture needle from the first aid kit. After carefully disinfecting it, Meng Fei took a deep breath and stabbed the needle into the upper back edge of his body.

"Hiss~" Meng Fei couldn't help but take a breath. The suture was being performed without anesthesia, and on the hand, where the nerves were the most sensitive, the pain was unbearable for most people.

Meng Fei frowned and sewed carefully, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

The little fox on the side saw Meng Fei constantly stabbing his palm with the needle tip, and was so scared that he hid aside, lying on the ground and covering his eyes with his two paws.

But it was a little curious, so it quietly revealed a gap and watched secretly.