But at this moment, even a straw was life-saving.
The curly-haired man took a deep breath, tensed his muscles again, and roared: "In a moment, I'll count to three and lift the wing; take the opportunity to drag him out. Watch his legs, don't let them get stuck."
"Understood. You count one, two, three, and I'll drag him out." Alice quickly leaned down, her hands gripping the injured man's collar tightly.
The young man pinned underneath was in very bad shape.
Perhaps due to the intense pain, his consciousness was already somewhat unclear; even though Alice and the curly-haired man were shouting right above his head, he only opened his eyes slightly, looked weakly and listlessly, and his eyelids drooped heavily again.
"Are you ready?" the curly-haired man roared, his face turning liver-colored, a sign of extreme exertion.
"Ready!" Alice planted her feet, leaned back, and braced herself to exert force.
"One! Two! Three!"
Accompanied by a low roar, the curly-haired man's muscles tensed all over, and that heavy wing wreckage was actually lifted by more than ten centimeters by brute force.
Alice was quick-eyed and nimble; in that instant, she unleashed all the potential of this body and forcibly dragged the sturdy young man out.
"Bang!"
Almost as soon as the man's feet left the shadow, the curly-haired man let go from exhaustion, and the wing slammed heavily onto the sand.
If it had been half a second slower, those legs would have been ruined.
"Hoo... hoo..."
The curly-haired man collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily, his hands still trembling uncontrollably.
Alice didn't have time to rest and immediately checked the injured man's condition.
At this look, her heart sank halfway.
On the outside of the young man's right thigh, a palm-sized piece of aircraft skin was embedded.
The metal was deeply embedded in the muscle, severing blood vessels, and blood was gushing out like a faucet out of control, staining the entire pant leg a shocking crimson.
Even worse, the muscles around the wound had already started to turn white and spasm.
Perhaps the movement just now had aggravated the injury, and the intense pain caused the young man to suddenly widen his eyes.
A suppressed groan escaped his throat, his face as white as a freshly bleached sheet of paper.
Seeing him wake up, Alice breathed a slight sigh of relief. While pressing hard on the major artery above the wound with her hand to try to slow the bleeding, she asked softly: "Hey, can you hear me? How are you feeling?"
The young man looked toward the sound.
Against the light, he saw a young girl's face full of concern, golden hair hanging beside his blood-stained cheek.
He actually managed to squeeze out a smile that looked worse than crying at this moment.
"I'm okay, don't be afraid, little girl. It's just a cut on my leg, lost a bit of blood. *Cough, cough*, I've encountered worse situations than this before."
After speaking, he gritted his teeth, enduring the intense pain, and his calloused hand trembled as it reached toward his waist, struggling to pull out his belt.
Alice saw his intention at a glance, and a sense of respect couldn't help but rise in her heart.
To be able to maintain such clear self-rescue awareness under this amount of blood loss and intense pain, this guy was definitely not an ordinary person.
"What are you trying to do? Don't move!"
The curly-haired man had caught his breath by now and walked over.
Seeing the man's actions, he immediately understood: "He wants to use his belt to tie up his right leg to stop the bleeding."
After saying this, he snatched the tactical belt from the man's hand. Although his movements were somewhat clumsy, he had great strength, and under Alice's guidance, he pulled it tight around the base of the man's thigh.
As the belt tightened, the blood finally changed from gushing to a slow ooze.
The massive bleeding was temporarily stopped.
However, Alice and the curly-haired uncle exchanged a glance, both seeing deep worry in each other's eyes.
This was only a stopgap measure.
The tourniquet could not be kept on for too long, otherwise the limb would suffer necrosis.
And if the piece of iron stuck in the flesh wasn't removed, the wound would never heal, and infection and tetanus would take his life in a very short time.
To save this leg, and even to save his life, a real surgical operation was needed.
At the very least, the iron piece had to be removed, the wound debrided, bleeding stopped, and the wound sutured.
This required professional skills and professional tools.
"I am not a Doctor."
Faced with the young man's mangled injury, the curly-haired uncle, feeling it was extremely tricky, scratched his messy hair in great distress, his eyes filled with helplessness, subconsciously looking at his comrade beside him.
Seeing this, Alice also shook her head helplessly and answered honestly: "Unfortunately, I am not a Doctor either."
Before transmigrating, when he was young and ignorant, he believed the nonsense that studying medicine couldn't save the World, and as a result, he could only end up being a keyboard warrior online, using his keyboard to maintain World peace.
After transmigrating, she was a fifteen-year-old girl, an older loli.
Clear voice, soft body, easy to push over—this vivid description was used to describe her current physical state.
Therefore, whether it was that rough man from her previous life or this beautiful girl in her current life, she was not someone who knew medicine.
For this kind of surgery that even involved nerve and blood vessel repair, she was powerless.
The curly-haired uncle also immediately realized he had asked a stupid question.
How could a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl possibly be a Doctor capable of performing such surgery?
In fact, if Alice were to complain internally now: if she possessed a lot of money, she might really be able to instantly become a miracle Doctor.
Because she could use the system to pay-to-win, using lucky draws to pull those two-dimensional character cards that possessed heaven-defying medical skills.
For example, Lady Tsunade from "Naruto"; with just one palm strike, her chakra could make cells regenerate.
Or Akiko Yosano from "Bungo Stray Dogs," that perverted Doctor known as "Thou Shalt Not Die"; as long as you weren't completely dead, she could revive you to full health.
Unfortunately, she had no money.
Just as the two were at a loss over the wound and the atmosphere was gradually becoming heavy.
"I am a Doctor."
A rather magnetic baritone voice, carrying a unique sense of arrogance and confidence, suddenly came from behind them.
Alice and the curly-haired uncle turned around at the same time.
They saw a man wearing a dark blue suit with a sky-blue shirt underneath, even his tie tied meticulously, walking slowly from behind a pile of wreckage.