Seeing no greed on Nina Jacobs’s face, the man was actually the one who looked confused.
He thought she would kill him for his treasure.
After all, he was incredibly weak right now.
"I’ll give it to you, and you save my life. How about it?"
the man said.
"You’re afraid I’ll kill you, right?
But I accept your terms."
Nina Jacobs bent down and picked up the gray cloth.
The cloth looked completely unremarkable. She tried unfolding it as the man had described and covered him with it.
A moment later, the man’s figure truly vanished from sight.
But if she reached out, she could still feel a person in that spot.
"Does this thing have a time limit?"
Nina Jacobs asked.
"It does. It’s called Cloud Concealing Silk. Its effect lasts for... forty-five minutes."
’Forty-five minutes. It seemed a bit useless to her, but she could still keep it and use it if an opportunity arose in the future.’
Nina Jacobs kept her word, and the man soon received aid.
Some Healing Potion was added to the warm water he drank. Nina Jacobs also had Wayne Warner wrap him in a blanket and place him in the warm passenger seat of the armored vehicle.
MEOW.
With the sudden appearance of a chillingly cold human, Lexy seemed displeased and immediately leaped into the rear cargo area.
After reclining the passenger seat, all three of them got out of the vehicle.
They had parked the vehicle inside the first floor of a house, where Nina Jacobs decided they would spend the night.
On nights in this extreme cold, the roads easily became covered in ice, so they always stopped traveling as soon as it got dark.
The house they had chosen had a sizable fireplace, which Nina Jacobs instantly lit by conjuring a blazing flame.
She also coated the floor and walls with a layer of her Fire Element Superpower.
Gradually, the room no longer felt like an ice cellar.
Meanwhile, Wayne Warner had already set up a power source and a pot, and was cooking some steaming hot instant noodles.
Nina Jacobs took out several cold-proof sleeping bags from the cargo area. These sleeping bags had a built-in, fully charged heating layer and offered excellent insulation, capable of withstanding the severe cold of -40 degrees.
Combined with the rising temperature in the room, it was more than enough for them.
Of course, she had also prepared a sufficiently warm cat bed for Lexy.
"We can finally lie down to sleep tonight."
Nia actually felt a sense of warmth in this temporary, abandoned room. She had never eaten something like instant noodles growing up, but now, just the smell was making her mouth water.
On top of that, Wayne Warner had added plenty of luncheon meat, dried tofu skin, and dried green beans, making it look even more tempting.
Nina Jacobs got up and went to open the vehicle’s door.
But when Nia saw the man’s condition inside, she jumped in fright.
Before, the man’s face was just deathly pale and bloodless.
But now, his body and face were severely swollen. Blood-red blisters had formed on some parts of his skin, and the subcutaneous bruising had turned black.
The man didn’t look like he was feeling any better, either; even moving a finger felt numb and painful.
Nina Jacobs, however, said calmly, "This is a typical sign of the initial recovery from frostbite. He’ll be fine once he gets through this period."
In her previous life, she had seen many rescued frostbite patients who were in even worse condition. Some people, after being frozen for too long, would suffer rapid organ failure and die even after receiving treatment.
Others needed amputations to survive.
This was all because frostbite leads to a series of conditions, including necrosis of the body’s internal and external tissues.
Without the Healing Potion, she couldn’t have guaranteed she could save him either.
"You... knew this?"
the man asked, his expression stoic despite the pain.
"I’ve just read a bit about basic medicine,"
Nina Jacobs said.
"Thank you. My name is Ethan Young."
Hearing Nina Jacobs’s words, he also relaxed a little.
’Ethan Young?’

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