Of course, Wang Dazhuang did run to find water; he didn't run away.
However, after he ran away, Li Lechen had no help.
Although it was heatstroke, dying from heatstroke is hardly news. Moreover, according to the comments, this man was already in a very dangerous state; without intervention, he would suffer multiple organ failure and die.
So we have to do something now.
However, unlike the previous time when Grandpa Chen fainted, and the residents of the district gathered around to watch and offer advice, this time, the person who fainted in the square outside the district was clearly not a resident of the district, and both the residents and passersby hesitated.
Adding to the fact that the man had unintentionally revealed that there might be human involvement in the incident, people were even more hesitant to approach.
These days, the excitement isn't just for show; people are often risking their lives to watch.
Those who watch people jump off buildings might accidentally fall themselves; those who watch houses on fire might be caught in the blast from an explosion; those who watch police arrest criminals might become hostages if they get too close.
The easiest way to get caught is when someone suddenly falls or faints. If the onlookers don't handle it correctly, they'll end up taking the blame.
Therefore, in such a crowded area like a plaza, if something happens, everyone tends to give way. Those with good eyesight watch from a distance, while those with poor eyesight ask the person next to them who has good eyesight.
Li Lechen felt somewhat isolated and helpless.
Fortunately, the man who had been trying to disperse everyone was still there.
"Quickly help me move him to the pavilion, he's suffering from heatstroke!" Li Lechen shouted to the man.
"It's so heavy, how can we move it?" The man seemed hesitant.
He genuinely felt he couldn't move it. Despite his companion's appearance being only slightly overweight, he was quite muscular, weighing over 180 pounds, due to his fondness for high-protein chicken and duck.
Looking at the tall, thin boy in front of me, wearing a pair of particularly weak-looking black-rimmed glasses, he was definitely the kind of guy who had to drag a 20-pound bag of rice.
Indeed, Li Lechen's physical condition was not good before, and his physical strength was also very poor. Although he could not carry 20 kilograms of rice by dragging it, he could definitely not carry it for very long.
But now, ever since I learned the Vajra Finger and Vajra Arm techniques, those raw, primal forces could potentially explode my body, so how could I possibly handle a few dozen kilograms of rice? Oh no, a person weighing over a hundred kilograms?
So he said, "He doesn't look very heavy. Let's move him together. He'll die if we leave him in the sun any longer."
How could I possibly die? Just lie there like this? The man thought to himself, still filled with fear and apprehension.
Well! Looks like I can't count on him for help.
"Then call 120 immediately," Li Lechen shouted again.
Call 120? Wouldn't taking him to the hospital give us away? The man looked at Li Lechen with suspicion, wondering if he had figured something out and was actually planning to call 110.
It became increasingly motionless.
The chat room was still buzzing with activity, after all, there were over 100,000 viewers.
[Body temperature has reached 41 degrees Celsius, and there are obvious signs of liver and kidney failure.]
The burns on the skin have reached deep second degree.
[Extending sun exposure for another three to five minutes could trigger acute organ failure, potentially leading to a loss of strength.]
Suddenly I realize this way of dying isn't so bad—just being gently sunbathed until I die. I just don't understand why they have to burn my skin in the first place?
[Perhaps the wealthy players in the exclusive zone wanted to make their deaths more memorable.]
This is the first time I've ever seen someone livestream their death. Suddenly, I feel like there's no point in living.
I just want to die, anyway, I can't afford the cabin rate anymore.
[The Three Steps to Death: Get up, open the hatch, and walk out]
[The way to die with your body intact is like the person the streamer is currently broadcasting.]
【Then you need to go to a safe zone or a restricted area. If you die in a quarantine zone, you're dead. You won't even have a complete corpse there】
[Exactly, they're all dogs in quarantine, so why not let them live again, albeit with their bodies intact?]
"Woof! Woof woof woof woof?!" (Translation: Who! Are you talking bad about me?!)
Wang Dazhuang's dog suddenly seemed to sense something and barked angrily a few times. Li Lechen was used to this barking, but it startled the man standing next to him.
Huh! Weren't there three of them responsible for towing the dog? Why is the dog handler gone? That sudden shout is a little scary.
Of course, the other person who was originally responsible for dragging the dog is now keeping an eye on Wang Dazhuang. How come a grown man is more threatening than a dog?
So the man had to face the dog alone.
Therefore, he had to do something to cover it up.
Then call 120. It doesn't matter if they go to the hospital for some glucose drip or something; they have enough money to commit the crime.
Seeing that the man had taken out his phone to call 120, Li Lechen was left to deal with moving the slightly overweight man alone.
Fortunately, the man was on the phone with his back turned. Li Lechen quickly took a deep breath, then bent her legs, straightened them, raised her hands, and lowered them in one smooth motion, placing them under the slightly chubby man's armpits—and lifted him up!
It was quite heavy, weighing over 180 pounds, which was indeed similar to dragging a 20-pound bag of rice. Although he could lift it, due to its large size, the slightly overweight man's legs could only touch the ground. However, he was quickly dragged into the pavilion.
The pavilion is about ten meters away from where we were just now.
After carrying the load for more than ten meters and holding his breath, Li Lechen was panting heavily when he finally put the slightly overweight man down.
In the square, another man was still making a phone call with his back turned, dialing 120, but he seemed unclear, especially about what was wrong with the patient.
In the end, he just randomly hung up some words.
I turned around, and... huh? Where did everyone go?
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