Chapter 894: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (One Hundred and Fifty-Seven)

dawn.

Da Bin came back from the outside with the wind and snow all over his body, and immediately went back to Li Nanheng's tent.

"Why did you change people? Didn't you agree that San Pang will take care of you here at night? You haven't slept well for several days, so what are you doing here again?" Da Bin walked to the bed while shaking the snow on the outside of his clothes. At the same time, he glanced at the man on the bed who still seemed to be unconscious: "How is it? Are you still burning?"

Feng Ling recovered and realized that she sat here in a daze for several hours and forgot to continue to take the temperature of the boss. She picked up the thermometer and took a measurement, then said: "Thirty-eight degrees five."

"Although it's still burning, this kind of temperature shouldn't be a big deal for the boss. It's over 40 degrees, so it should be fine." Da Bin glanced at Feng Ling as he spoke, and suddenly frowned. , looked down at her carefully: "What's going on with your neck?"

Feng Ling suddenly raised his hand and put it on his neck.

Although she was wearing thick clothes, her collar wasn't that high. She was too hasty at the time, so she was so busy putting it on that she didn't even notice the hickey marks on her neck.

"My throat is not very comfortable. Following the method some old people said, I pinched my neck a few times with wine on it. It may be red."

From this angle, Da Bin only saw a red mark exposed, and before he looked too carefully, it was covered by Feng Ling's movement of pulling his collar upwards.

He didn't doubt it, in this icy and snowy world, everyone might catch a cold and have a fever, and it's normal to have a sore throat, not to mention that Feng Ling has been taking care of the boss for the past few days.

"Da Bin, I'm not feeling well, go to rest next door first, I know you've been patrolling outside all night, I'll call Da Hu over..."

"No, if you're not feeling well, go lie down and go to sleep. No body can resist you staying here non-stop for the past few days." Da Bin said while pointing at the door of the tent with his chin, meaning to urge She hurried to rest and didn't plan to keep her.

Feng Ling stood up, didn't look at the man on the bed, and walked out. When she was about to reach the door, she stopped and said, "Last night, San Fatty tried to help the boss relieve the pain of headache and dizziness." , I poured a bottle of white wine into the boss, and now I don’t know whether the boss’s body can bear it, although the temperature has dropped a little for a while, but I feel that there may be a possibility of burning again at any time, please keep an eye on it.”

"Crap! Did the fat man get kicked in the head by a donkey? How can a person with a high fever drink alcohol!" Da Bin's expression almost convulsed when he heard that.

"He's also doing stupid things with good intentions.

"Although Feng Ling was indeed very angry, in order to prevent Da Bin's stinky temper from really finding San Fatty, when he told him to keep an eye on Li Nanheng's temperature, he had to say a word of relief.

Then, after Da Bin went back to the bed and sat down with a straight face, he got out of the tent.

It's really uncomfortable to feel uncomfortable, and it's really sore and tired that I really want to lie down and sleep in the dark.

But as soon as I walked out, the cold wind blowing outside, the wind in the early hours of the morning was even colder.

Feng Ling let out a long breath, raised her hand and pulled up the collar a little bit, and stood outside like this for a while, she didn't wear the thickest winter clothes outside, only wearing thin down, the cold wind was almost swift She drilled through her clothes, but it seemed that only such bone-chilling coldness could freeze all the scorching hot traces inside and outside her body, and everything returned to calmness amidst all the confusion and unconsciousness.

I don't know how long Feng Ling stood outside. San Pang was sleeping soundly, but suddenly felt a cold air approaching, and opened his eyes in shock, only to see Feng Ling lying in the distance covered in cold air in a daze. He was under the quilt about one meter away, and then covered his head with the quilt like this, and fell asleep without saying a word.

San Pang sat up abruptly, and pushed her across the quilt: "Hey, Feng Ling, did the boss have a fever last night? Where did you go just now? How long have you been standing outside? It's so cold on your body. The cold outside is brought in."

Seeing that Feng Ling in the quilt didn't respond, San Pang frowned, and muttered again: "You can't lie down like this, you have to be warm before you lie down, otherwise you are cold all over, and you can't sleep in the quilt." It will be warm."

Seeing that Feng Ling still didn't respond, only when San Pang was about to pull her quilt, the person inside pulled the quilt up firmly as if in a very bad mood, not allowing anyone to lift the quilt.

San Pang's movements faltered, so he had no choice but to stop pulling, but he was afraid that she would be really sick. He had only come to Rogers Pass not long ago. He also suffered a serious illness. It is estimated that this place will leave a big shadow on them, and they will never come again.

San Fatty got out of bed and pushed the stove to the bed closest to Feng Ling. He was sure that the quilt would not be burned and Feng Ling would be kept warm. Then he turned his head and motioned to the other people who were about to get up to keep their voices down. Feng Ling had a good rest.

Everyone knows that Feng Ling has been taking care of the boss for the past few days. He probably didn't have a good rest yesterday afternoon, but he didn't expect to go to take care of him again last night.

There was no need for San Fatty's reminder, and they consciously kept the movement of getting out of bed and getting dressed very small, trying not to disturb Feng Ling, especially when they heard that Feng Ling might not be feeling well, everyone decided to go Eat breakfast next door, and leave the tent here for Feng Ling to have a good rest.

After Feng Ling fell under the quilt, she felt that her frozen head was swollen with heat, but she just closed her eyes and didn't move, she didn't want to talk to anyone, she didn't want to say a word.

...

In the afternoon, Feng Ling was sleepy and couldn't open his eyes, but when he vaguely heard someone returning to the tent to get something, he said, "What should I do? Didn't the boss' body temperature drop a lot yesterday? Why did it come back down again?" It’s been thirty-nine degrees, this boss’s physical fitness and resistance are definitely the best in our base, could it be that the legend says that he doesn’t get sick once in a few years, and it takes a long time to get well once he gets sick?”

"How can it be? It's not that fat man Sanpang had a convulsion in the middle of the night yesterday and poured wine into the boss. The boss hasn't woken up until now. It must have something to do with the bottle of wine. The alcohol has such a high alcohol content, which is why our boss Li If the body can withstand it, if anyone else can't bear it, San Fatty will probably commit murder directly!"

"The boss has been sleeping for several days now, the water in this river is really scary, even the boss can fall down, hey."

"Rogers Pass is uninhabited all year round. The river has been frozen for decades or even hundreds of years. It is not bad for normal people to fall in and survive. I only hope that the boss can survive."