Deep affection knows no origin; remember the polar bear's love for you.

Chapter 111 Emergency Rescue
The injured man received a kind rescue before he was on the verge of death.

Of course, the rescuers were not acting out of humanitarianism, but rather out of "bear humanitarianism".

...It's also possible that it's just to add a unique memory to one's bear life.

Guo Mi walked around the man once.

His clothes, except for the area above his shoulders, were almost entirely soaked. The dense grass lifted his body slightly, but even so, his entire lower body was still submerged in water.

The deep, penetrating wound wasn't submerged in water, but unfortunately, the surrounding wet clothing also affected the normal functioning of clotting cells, causing blood to seep out continuously.

Logically, a seriously injured person should not be moved casually, but this person probably won't be able to receive emergency treatment at this time.

Guo Mi bit the back of his collar and directed the two bear cubs to lift his trouser legs, dragging him out of the damp puddle and to a dry place.

The middle-aged man remained completely still throughout the moving process, and it appeared that even the most basic pain responses had disappeared.

Guo Mi looked at his wound and then noticed that the back of his clothes had been torn.

She guessed that he must have tried to save himself, but unfortunately failed.

However, the area of ​​the clothes around the wound that was stained with blood was not large; at least the entire garment was not stained red.

Of course, it could also be because it was soaking in water, but when Guo Mi got close to him, she didn't see any obvious reddish-brown color in the water.

She suddenly realized that she might have misjudged the situation; the man might not actually be bleeding to death.

Guo Mi suddenly raised her paw and stomped hard around the wound on the man's back!
The unconscious man let out a scream!
...Oh, it seems the pain hasn't completely disappeared.

Meeting the unspoken gazes of the two bear cubs, Guo Mi withdrew her paws somewhat guiltily.

The salmon asked Guo Mi hesitantly:

Are we trying to save him?

Guo Mi denied:

"No, because we don't have the ability."

In the wilderness, a bear has no ability to save a seriously injured person; at most, it can only delay his death.

The salmon glanced at the man's injury and whispered:
"He seems to still be bleeding."

She brought her nose close to the wound, smelled it, licked her lips, and asked earnestly:
"Can't we really eat him?"

Guo Mi answered her seriously:
"No."

"Okay," the salmon said regretfully.

To prevent the little bear from licking the man's wound when she wasn't looking, Guo Mi decided to find a way to cover it up.

Her gaze swept around, finally settling on the man's shirt, which was still dry.

"Tear--"

The sound of tearing fabric rang out, and the seriously injured man lost half of his warmest coat while unconscious.

He was still wearing the other half of the coat, with the cotton wadding peeking out from under it.

The salmon curiously leaned closer to take a look:
"This looks a lot like snow, but it doesn't have the temperature of snow."

The fish used its claws to pull some bones out of the tear, then shook off the cotton fibers that were stuck to its claws. The cotton fibers flew into the air and then slowly fell back down.

"It really looks like snow. Human things are so strange."

The salmon turned to Guo Mi and asked:
"Is this his fur? You tore his fur in half?"

Of course, Guo Mi wouldn't do something so cruel. She told the little bear without batting an eye that she had simply changed the human's style of dress, and now it was called the "street beggar style".

The little bear looked at the middle-aged man with half of his clothes missing, seemingly understanding but not quite. So, losing half of his fur is called "begging on the street"?
Guo Mi tore the clothes she had ripped off several more times, leaving only the dry piece, and then slapped the man's wound with her claws. The unconscious man groaned again.

So the "culprit bear" had to reduce the force of its claws.

Strangely enough, even though she was trying to help the injured man cover his wounds to stop the bleeding, his complexion grew increasingly grim in a short period of time.

His originally pale complexion has now turned from white to blue, and his lips have even started to turn purple.

Guo Mi raised her paw in disbelief. The thick cotton clothes beneath her paw were stained red with blood on the side that was pressed against the wound, but the blood had not yet seeped through.

The blood was already showing signs of clotting, so why did his complexion look even worse?

Wound infection? So fast?!

Guo Mi had to call over a little bear to help her press on her wound so that she could find the root of the problem again.

Fishbone accepted the job.

The little guy's claws were lighter than Guo Mi's, gently pressing the wound. He watched as Guo Mi approached the man's face, looking left and right, sniffing him from head to toe without finding anything, and suddenly spoke:

"He seemed very cold."

Guo Mi stopped moving, looked up at the man's pale face, and then looked back at the fishbone in astonishment.

Bone, you've spotted the key point!
No matter what, it's still in the Arctic Circle, and the summer temperature rise is only relative to the Guomi with its thick fur.

Humans don't have this thick fur.

Her body temperature had already dropped due to blood loss, and she was soaked in water. After finally being pulled out, Guo Mi tore off half of her warmest clothes.

It's a miracle that they've survived this long without dying from hypothermia.

"How did you find out?" Guo Mi asked curiously.

She hadn't even considered that possibility.

Fishbone paused for a moment, then whispered:
"I was just thinking that if I had half my hair gone, I would definitely be cold."

What a reasonable reason!

Guo Mi understood.

She lay on the ground, pulling the middle-aged man under her belly, with two teddy bears sleeping at his feet.

The middle-aged man, who hadn't frozen to the point of unconsciousness, was buried tightly in three balls of fur. In no time, his bluish complexion gradually improved.

Within two minutes, his pale face flushed again, and his hands and feet began to twitch slightly.

Guo Mi was wondering what was going on when Yu Gu whispered to her from the side:

"Guo Mi, you're pressing down on his face."

She looked down and saw that it was true, so she quickly moved her body to the side.

Now that things were going smoothly, the middle-aged man gradually calmed down and lay motionless on Guo Mi's body.

The only sound in the air was the faint breathing of the three bears.

Guo Mi couldn't say she breathed a sigh of relief.

Because the man's wounds were still there, and she had no first aid skills, she and the bear could only prolong his death.

If they don't receive treatment for a long time, they will still die.

Sure enough, the human developed a high fever when it got dark.

Guo Mi tried to cool him down by placing his soaked clothes on his forehead, something his mother often did when he was little.

But the results are minimal.

His high fever was caused by a wound infection; as long as the wound wasn't properly bandaged, bringing the fever down was impossible.

Guo Mi changed her soaked clothes again and again, and seeing that the man's body temperature had risen so high that even his breath felt hot, she felt that she should probably say goodbye to him sooner rather than later.

She couldn't help but think that he might have lived longer if it weren't for her treatment.

The giant furball stood solemnly opposite the man, its voice heavy with sorrow, as the little bear stared blankly at it.

"Perhaps it's time to say goodbye. In your final moments, do you have any wishes?"

Guo Mi carried out her "bear-centric philosophy" to the end, and as expected, she didn't hear a real answer for the next thirty seconds.

"It seems you have no dying wishes." Guo Mi looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

She felt it was a great pity that things had come to this, considering she had done her best to treat him.

Looking at the middle-aged man who was about to meet God, Guo Mi suddenly remembered that his pocket watch had fallen into the water and hadn't been retrieved yet.

So the kind-hearted brown bear decided to at least retrieve his beloved possession in his final moments.