Chapter 31
A colorful parachute hangs from the protrusion of a stone pier, its parachute lines trembling slightly, and a figure below sways gently with the lines.
Wang Le remained unconscious under the umbrella for a while. When he woke up again, his first reaction was to continue calling for help.
He had been hanging there for a long time, and his voice was hoarse and cracked.
He shouted with all his might, thinking his voice was loud enough for anyone passing by to hear. But in reality, the sound was much quieter upstairs, and completely silent on the highway.
If Fang Xiaoyu hadn't happened to climb to a high place, happened to be in a daze while he was unconscious, and happened to still be there when he regained consciousness, he doesn't know how long he would have had to wait for someone to rescue him.
"I'll save you right away!" Fang Xiaoyu shouted. "Wait! Hold on a little longer!"
Wang Le looked up in disbelief, causing the parachute lines to sway. Fang Xiaoyu quickly stopped him, saying, "Don't move! Don't move! I'll go get the lines! Just wait, it'll only take a minute!"
After saying that, she quickly ran back to the car, found her usual safety rope, tied one end to the car, and ran around the vehicle with the remaining rope, quickly running up the stone steps. As she ran, she deftly tied a double-stranded human-support knot, leaving the required length, and then tied a handle knot at the end of the rope for added accuracy. When she reached above Wang Le's head, she called out, "Can you still move?"
Wang Le took a deep breath, inhaled deeply, and shouted back forcefully, "Okay, just throw the rope over here."
Fang Xiaoyu heard this and threw the knotted end of her hair at him forcefully.
The knot flashed before his eyes, but he couldn't grab it in time.
Fang Xiaoyu tried again.
This time, Wang Le caught it. He recognized the human-supporting knot, calculated the remaining length of the rope in his mind, carefully moved his legs in, and used the excess part of the end to wrap around his upper body and tie another human-supporting knot to fix his body in place and prevent his chest from being strangled.
After doing all that, he looked up and shouted, "I'm ready. When you cut the paracord, the cord will suddenly be under tension. Shout when you're ready."
Fang Xiaoyu replied, "Okay!"
She checked the tightness of the safety rope at both ends and felt it wasn't safe enough, so she ran back to the car, tied several more knots in the rope, and pulled it back until the entire rope was slightly taut. Only then did she go back and shout, "Ready!"
Holding the umbrella knife, Wang Le decisively cut the parachute line upon hearing the response, causing the safety rope to tighten instantly.
Fang Xiaoyu was very reliable. The safety rope and parachute were in the same direction of force, and Wang Le only felt his body sink slightly before stabilizing himself without suffering any further injury.
The parachute cords, now free of their weight, were blown about by the wind and flew through the air, where he caught them with his other hand.
Fang Xiaoyu grabbed the safety rope and gritted her teeth, trying to pull back, but found she couldn't budge it at all. She shouted, "I'll get out and drive to get you. Be careful not to hit anything!"
Wang Le glanced at the distance: "It's okay, just drive out about thirty meters."
Fang Xiaoyu's voice faded into the distance: "Okay—"
She sat back in the driver's seat, pressed her wildly beating heart, exhaled softly, and started the RV, slowly driving it towards the other side of the highway.
Fortunately, there are still six lanes, and the road is wide enough.
The eldest princess remained well-behaved throughout, without making a sound.
Fang Xiaoyu drove for a mere thirty-five meters in just one minute, and was already sweating profusely.
As soon as the car stopped, she jumped up from her seat, got off and ran back. She looked up and saw Wang Le lying on the edge, his upper body already exposed, trying to climb up.
Now that he's all up there, why doesn't his leg help him put weight on it?
A moment of doubt flashed through Fang Xiaoyu's mind. When he climbed up, Fang Xiaoyu found him safely on the ground, panting heavily, still clutching the folded colorful parachute in his arms.
I don't know where he got the time and energy to take the umbrella back.
Fang Xiaoyu came over to help him up and smelled a faint odor of blood: "What happened to your leg? Can't you move it?"
Wang Le breathed softly and explained, "The paracord got knotted and it hurt."
Fang Xiaoyu gestured for him to try: "Do you still feel anything?"
Wang Le tried to explain why some people couldn't stand up: "Not yet."
Fang Xiaoyu frowned.
I've only ever heard that strangulation can lead to amputation if it's too severe, and even death if it's more serious.
Her heart was pounding erratically.
Is this the case for him?
How can I fix this? It's not in the notes, and even if it were, I wouldn't know how to do it.
Wang Le cleared his throat and spoke clearly: "It wasn't long, and I managed to untie it in time. I mainly bumped into the stone block a couple of times afterward, resulting in some external injuries, but I can confirm that my leg is fine. Do you have any medicated oil or gauze? I can treat it myself."
"Yes." Fang Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, but was alarmed by his temperature the next second: "You have a fever?"
Wang Le was completely unaware of what was happening, and answered somewhat blankly, "Really? No wonder I feel a little dizzy."
He lost his balance and fell into her arms without realizing it.
Fang Xiaoyu subconsciously held her breath: ...It stinks.
She helped the man sit down on the stone steps, quickly went down to clear out the things from the lower bunk of the RV, bundled up the cardboard boxes she had accumulated to make a makeshift cart, and then ran back to help the man sit on it, trying her best not to cause repeated injury to his legs.
He did whatever she said without any opinion or thought.
However, when he was sitting face down and didn't feel anything was wrong, Fang Xiaoyu knew something was wrong.
She touched her forehead, and sure enough, in just a short while, the fever had gotten even higher.
With great effort, they dragged the person down and settled them in the lower bunk of the RV to rest.
Noticing the other person's tattered wingsuit and recalling the stench of sweat she smelled upon getting closer, she regretted putting him on the bed so early: "Take off your clothes before you lie down."
Wang Le was delirious with fever, but after regaining his senses, he started unzipping the zipper on his chest.
Fang Xiaoyu helped him take off his clothes and threw them on the ground. She saw that his leg injury was indeed as he said, mainly abrasions and scrapes, with several ligature marks. It didn't seem serious, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
As she turned to leave to get the medicine, she suddenly realized something and turned back to ask, "Why didn't you ask me to call an ambulance for you? Or call your family?"
Wang Le's eyes suddenly cleared as the keyword activated, and he exclaimed with delight, "Can you call an ambulance? Can you make a phone call? Please help me call one, thank you."
Fang Xiaoyu: ...Oh, he really is a lost soul. Saves me the trouble of teaching him basics.
She shattered the other person's dream with seven words: "Sorry, no, no signal."
Wang Le's face instantly turned ashen, and he returned to his feverish state, his eyes slightly red and glistening with tears, making him look rather pitiful.
Wasn't that too direct? It didn't consider the other person's psychological capacity; he's still a patient.
The eldest princess leaned forward and made two soft whimpering sounds.
Fang Xiaoyu immediately put aside her guilt and ruffled the eldest princess's hair: "Keep an eye on him for me. Call me if he needs anything, and I'll go get some medicine. What do you want for dinner? How about ham porridge?"
The eldest princess barked once, which was taken as agreement.
Fang Xiaoyu found medicated oil, anti-inflammatory drugs, antipyretics, gauze, bandages, and the like in the special medicine storage compartment. When she was about to treat his wound, he regained consciousness, cooperated by taking the medicine, and insisted on treating the rest himself.
Fang Xiaoyu watched for a while, feeling uneasy, and found that he handled things correctly. So she left him alone and let the eldest princess continue to help look after things while she began preparing dinner.
Keep it light, but make sure it contains plenty of carbohydrates and protein to ensure nutrition. Don't worry about the taste; as long as it's edible, it's fine.
The meal was ready, but the patient was still fast asleep. She woke him up, gave him two bowls of meat porridge, and then let him continue sleeping.
Late at night, Wang Le's fever finally subsided, and his wound seemed to be doing well. Fang Xiaoyu took care of him with his medicine again, yawned, said goodnight to the eldest princess, returned to her upper bunk, and fell asleep instantly.
After a while, Wang Le woke up in a cold sweat. After taking in his surroundings, he tried to breathe softly, but he still woke people up.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
The familiar words of care brought tears to Wang Le's eyes, and he whispered, "It's okay, go to sleep."
After a while, the light breathing above gradually became heavier, eventually mingling with the breathing of the big yellow dog on the ground, rising and falling in waves.
He stared blankly into the void, and as his consciousness gradually waned with the sound of his breathing, he fell asleep again.
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