He was a doctor
"Mm..."
The climber slowly woke, feeling comfortable from head to toe. It was as though he had merely slept and was now getting out of a warm bed.
But when a cold gust hit his face, he jolted upright. "Sir!" Huang Ji was the first person he saw.
They were now in the center of the Jing Mountain Basin, where Huang Ji had pitched a tent.
The climber checked himself over carefully. He remembered going into shock, so how was he now completely fine?
"You're all right now. Since you've reached the summit, take my spare equipment and head down," Huang Ji said.
"Sir, did you save me? Up here, without an IV or anything..." The climber scratched his head.
"That little problem of yours was nothing," Huang Ji said calmly.
"That was nothing?" The climber scratched his head again.
Huang Ji smiled. "I'm a doctor."
"Oh..." The climber wondered whether his condition had really been a little problem. But the facts spoke for themselves, and he was no doctor, so he thought no more of it.
He smiled. "I thought I was done for. Thank you for saving my life... You've saved me several times now! I should've died ages ago, but I got lucky and found those hooked footholds you left behind. Though their quality wasn't great..."
"You don't have to be so formal. And the climbing aids you found weren't mine." As Huang Ji spoke, he took out one of the hooked footholds. Who knew when he had gone down to pry it loose?
"They weren't yours?" The climber froze. Only now, with Huang Ji's goggles off, did he notice that the man was much younger than he had imagined, seemingly only in his twenties.
The climber silently marveled at how capable young