"Seems, seems, there's still a breath left." Although Wang Liansheng had been through a lot, he hadn't witnessed much life and death, so facing this situation, he couldn't help but feel a bit tense, and his judgment wasn't as decisive as usual.
Ling Chengyan, however, was accustomed to scenes of life and death. She directly reached out, felt the side of the other's neck, the skin under her fingers was elastic but almost had no warmth, ice cold... yet there was a faint pulse beating below her fingers.
"Alive."
After making her judgment, Ling Chengyan almost immediately squatted down, giving an order without turning her head: "Fetch some snow! The more the better, there are shovels in the car!"
She then grabbed some snow nearby and began vigorously rubbing the person's hands and feet with it.
Wang Liansheng fetched a shovel to move a heap of snow over and heard Ling Chengyan order again: "Go call some people from the village, call a few more, find a quilt..."
