The leaden-gray clouds had pressed down to the top of the rock face.
Su Wei raised his hand and grabbed the static rope.
The rope trembled slightly as the wind pulled it.
Step onto the first foothold on the rock face with your left foot.
Lift your right hand up, follow with your left hand, and lift your body off the bottom of the ditch.
[ Nimble Hands are passively at work.]
The tactile precision of the fingertips has been significantly improved.
The tension changes of each fiber in the rope are transmitted to the finger joints through the glove.
It's crystal clear where it's loose, where it's tight, and which section has roughened from friction.
Su Wei's rhythm of exertion thus became extremely even.
With each upward pull, the output power of the arms remains almost constant.
Without any unnecessary swaying or sudden stomping, the body moved upwards at a steady pace along the rock face.
At the second foothold, the thin layer of ice was still there.
The toe of his boot slid two centimeters across the ice, Su Wei's core muscles tightened instantly, using the strength of his waist and abdomen to pin his body in place.
His right foot immediately shifted and stepped into the dry crack next to him.
The last meter.
He gripped the edge of the rock face with his left hand, the heel of his palm rubbing against the frozen, brittle moss.
With a push from his right arm, he flipped himself out of the ditch.
A gust of wind blew at him the instant he peeked out.
Gusts of wind at level six or higher swept across from the right.
Su Wei's center of gravity was still hanging on the edge of the rock face, and his lower body had not yet regained its balance.
The wind pushed him half a step to the left, his boots slipped on the powdery snow, and he fell to the left.
A hand reached out from the side and grabbed the shoulder strap of his satchel.
The force applied with the fingers was not great, but the direction of the force was just right, perfectly counteracting the thrust of the crosswind.
Su Wei took the opportunity to step firmly and stood up.
Emily's white windbreaker sleeves were covered in snowflakes.
Five fingers were gripped tightly on the nylon webbing of the camel bag, the joints taut.
She didn't say anything.
Once Su Wei had regained her footing, she released her grip and took a half-step back.
The wind whipped her golden bangs from under her hat across her cheek; she pressed her hair back with the back of her hand and tilted her head slightly toward the ravine.
Su Wei looked in the direction she was looking.
The stretcher has been moved to flat ground.
Two rescue team members in orange uniforms squatted down nearby.
One person was checking the restraints, while the other shone a flashlight into the boy's pupils.
The searchlight beam cut a cone of white light through the wind and snow, illuminating the area around the stretcher.
From that patch of light, two figures rushed over.
One man and one woman.
Women run faster.
She was wrapped in a pale yellow ski suit, her ski boots treading deep and shallow into the powder snow.
After staggering twice, she knelt down next to the stretcher.
She threw her hands onto the emergency blanket, her fingertips parting the edges of the foil, trying to see the face inside.
" Jason! Jason! Mom's here!"
The rescue team member reached out and blocked it.
Please do not move the securing strap.
The woman didn't hear her at all.
She pressed her face against the boy's exposed forehead, her snot and tears mixing together and freezing on the aluminum foil.
The man arrived two steps too late.
He was wearing a dark blue hardshell jacket.
He first stared at the right leg on the stretcher, which was strapped with a wooden splint, and his Adam's apple bobbed suddenly.
Then he bent down.
With his hands on his knees, his shoulders began to shake violently.
It's not crying.
It was a lingering fear.
His son lay at the bottom of a frozen ravine at minus twenty degrees Celsius for an unknown period of time.
Tibia fractured, body temperature plummeted below the safe limit.
If it had been fifteen minutes later...
The moment this thought took shape, it made his knees go weak.
He stood beside the stretcher for about ten seconds.
Ten seconds later, he turned around.
Su Wei is reeling in the static rope.
The rope swung wildly in the wind, and he wrapped it around his forearm again and again, his movements mechanical and practiced.
The GoPro's red indicator light was still on, and the camera was pointing straight ahead.
The man walked towards Su Wei.
I walked quickly, but my legs were weak, and the path I took wasn't straight.
"Sir"
His English had an East Coast accent, Boston or New York.
"I don't know how... you saved my son."
Su Wei hung the coiled rope back on his waist ring D.
He raised his left hand, palm facing outward, and waved it.
"It's nothing, but you should train and educate your child properly next time."
He paused for a moment.
"You can't be this lucky every time."
The man was stunned.
The words stuck in my throat, unable to be uttered.
He reacted hastily and pulled a wallet out of his pocket.
Please wait...
Su Wei had already turned around and bent down to pick up the carbon fiber tripod from the ground.
The man stood there, clutching his wallet.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
Behind them, rescue team members had already lifted the stretcher and were moving quickly toward the ambulance at the foot of the mountain.
The woman followed beside her, one hand gripping the metal tube of the stretcher railing the entire time.
As the stretcher moved, the beam of the searchlight plunged the area beneath Su Wei's feet back into darkness.
Among the rescue team members nearby, a burly man with a red beard kept watching.
He had just been lying on the edge of the rock wall and witnessed the entire process at the bottom of the ravine.
One person descended into a three-meter-deep icy ravine and used a wooden stick carved from folded snow and a triangular bandage to create an external fixation device for the tibia.
Then they lifted the child, who weighed over 30 kilograms, onto a stretcher and secured him.
The blizzard's vanguard has arrived, within fifteen minutes of its arrival.
Redbeard crouched down.
He reached for a small fragment of fir bark lying on the ground beside the stretcher.
He picked it up and rubbed the shaved surface along the pad of his thumb.