"Everyone must be saved!" Li Qiang wiped the melting snow from his face, turned, and shouted into the crowd, "Who brought liquor? Bring it over to clean the wounded's cuts! In this freezing weather, alcohol can prevent infection!" His voice was hoarse and cracking in the howling wind and snow.
Zhao Song gasped in agony, sweat the size of soybeans mingling with the melting snow streaming down his forehead. "I can't feel my legs..."
"Hang in there! We'll get you out right now!" Li Qiang took the gourd of liquor handed over by a villager and took a swig right over the wound. "This wine is strong, it'll work for disinfection!"
Chapter 84